A Long Shot

[Horizon]

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As two days passed, Mille familiarized himself with both Ames and the Headquarters a little bit more, going around between both bases and occasionally taking a simple supply haul between the two, apparently having sneaked out of the dockmaster's sights, something a quick camera log check would reveal. A trip to Ontario would've been an exception, albeit a short one before they were back. The cafeteria seemingly turned into the place Mille hanged around the most, sitting on a bench not too far from the closest soda or junk candy vending machine, if any. Rather out-of-date tablets seemed to be his choice for staying in contact with his acquaintances, something likely unusual for a young pilot.

Scattered on that same table were some hand-drawn partial schematics which he also seemed to be working on, pausing every now and then from looking at one of the tablets to add something else to them.

As for his ship however, it would be safely clamped to the docks. The Claymore-Class design incredibly similar to that of the Kali, if not for the massive 'belly' that it had which seemed to be slightly damaged at the moment, with charred marks gracing its sides.

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