=CB= Command Meeting.

[shemkel]

Mike O'Neal was late... as always...
And it wasn't his fault... as always...
What could he do? The recruits needed training, the flight plans needed arranging and the reports needed shredding. Or sometimes even reading.
The spaceport was crowdy - usual thing on Manhattan. Mike landed his Avenger between two gunboats. The one on the right was a bit too close. Well... they will hammer out that panel somehow...
While approaching the shiny spaceport wall, he glanced briefly at his reflection. Unshaved, tired, wearing his old blue pilot uniform and worn leather jacket. He was looking like some last war veteran junkie.
The guard at administration building's door didn't want to let him in. Mike had to show him the card.
Escorted by two privates, he finally made his way up to the conference room.
- 'sup, kiddos? - he asked while walking in. Then he realised that the commander is already here.
- Commander... - he nodded.
He sat on his chair and asked:
- So, what's the reason for all those voyages?

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Once a Xeno - Always a Xeno