Sunbucks Cafe

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When Art returned to Starbucks he looked around. It was quiet. Art knew that it was pretty early, but he had to leave duty earlier this day. He approached the bar and ordered a whiskey.

While waiting Art rubbed his elbow and massaged one hand. He had done a lot of flying around and done a lot of turns and maneuvers. First fight training, then actual fighting.

The barkeeper brought the drink. "Here you are, enjoy." he said. "Thanks" Art replied and paid for the drink. Art had the impression that he might not be a hopeless case when it comes to fighting, but he still had to become more effective and dodging could use some improvement, too. And good fighting skills were needed indeed when standing against madmen and veterans flying all fighter classes, sometimes even gunboats himself having just a plain light fighter.

Oh, yes of course, at some point of time he'd also have to write a short report. Art took the last sip. He looked around and still saw no one he knew. He put the glass on the counter, nodded shortly and went to his quarters.

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Fighter pilot: You follow my fiancee. You are my rival. I brook no rivals. At six o'clock I shall be in Connecticut, alone, with my Sabre. Do you understand?
Battleship commander: Oh, thank you, that's a fighter pilot's proposal. I'm into heavy ordnance, and I have the choice of weapons. If I go, I shall take my battleship. And there shall be no mistake about the ammunition this time.