Sting of the Drone
“Erik Parsons had been working most of the day, but he had to stay at work for at least another six hours to oversee a sensitive flight over Syria. He needed a caffeine infusion. Black was intensity ten. He inserted the purple capsule in the Nespresso machine in the break room.
“Goddamn Mustangs.” Bruce Dougherty had burst into the Break Room and thrown his car keys on the table.
“Some people like Mustangs, Major, my Jennifer for example,” Erik responded. “Seriously, Bruce, chill. What’s such a ...big deal?”
Bruce Dougherty collapsed into one of the plastic-molded chairs by the table. He held his left hand to his forehead, closed his eyes, and shook his head. “My car has another flat. I’m already driving on the little bitty spare. I can’t get the Ford dealer’s truck to come onto the base and they’re closing the dealership for the night in half an hour. It’s just everything is fucked, man, fucked.”
Erik sat down next to Dougherty. “This isn’t just about the car, Bruce, is it?”MoreLess
“Goddamn Mustangs.” Bruce Dougherty had burst into the Break Room and thrown his car keys on the table.
“Some people like Mustangs, Major, my Jennifer for example,” Erik responded. “Seriously, Bruce, chill. What’s such a ...big deal?”
Bruce Dougherty collapsed into one of the plastic-molded chairs by the table. He held his left hand to his forehead, closed his eyes, and shook his head. “My car has another flat. I’m already driving on the little bitty spare. I can’t get the Ford dealer’s truck to come onto the base and they’re closing the dealership for the night in half an hour. It’s just everything is fucked, man, fucked.”
Erik sat down next to Dougherty. “This isn’t just about the car, Bruce, is it?”MoreLess
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