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Dec 21, 2009 19:13

[The communicator stirs to life with a burst of static. Looks like someone's bumped it to life.]

Omega...

[A gasp. A rustle of fabric. Then about a dozen wooden crack!s as the bed collapses.]

Damn!

[Shortly after this, a hand grabs for the communicator.]

Where am I? This is a plane, right? A kind of crappy one? To Russia?

[The bed did break, after all.]

... Guess it's better than military planes. Wait- Why am I on a commercial flight?

[A super deluxe commercial flight, all things considered.]

bomb the russians! crash into the sun!, at least i weigh less than batou, arrival, government issue

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