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