Michael watched the Sarg, Lang, and Gale walk off, talking of mummy's, candy, and museums. 'How could anyone choose candy over girls most likely called candy?' He wondered to himself.
That left the new med-Doc, and the Old cranky-tech-Doc alone with an ex-con who was a master in ninja like killing. Not exactly your typical group, that was for sure.
"So..." He finally spoke, his tone was awkward, "Still getting that beer and wings?" He sounded like a child hoping for ice cream. He considered mentioning the place had exotic dancers, but then the Lt might turn him down and take the free credits with her. That would just have to be a nice surprise for her.
I dream of being the next Shakespear, Dickens, George R.R. Martian, or even J.K. Rowling... but then I look at my work and think... Dang.My Characters