"Explorer, stand by, we're looking at a circuit malfunction. It may be the cause."
"Roger, standing by."
"Also, be advised we will miss the ISS intercept. Sorry about that."
"No need to be sorry."

Silently I was cursing the wire that probably had gotten frayed. I cleared the GPC autoburn profile and scratched my head. floating around the cockpit wondering what exactly went wrong.

"Explorer, looks like...

"Alright Explorer. Looking good. Crew Access Arm coming back."
"Roger, I can see it out the hatch window."

I looked above to see the White room slip out of sight as the CAA swung back to avoid hindering the rise of the rocket.

"CAA clear control."
"Roger that Explorer. We're ready to wrap up the checklist."
"Let's do it."

I continued on down the checklist. Finally we reached number...

So, hit a bit of a block with my 'Galata Enterprises' story, so...I dug into my brain and picked out this one. Nice change of pace for me...but probably not for you darn you SEP! Hope you enjoy.
Looking back, this is way too long. I really do appologize.

I stood in the bathroom, splashing water on my face. My mind was racing, and I was hungry. God I was hungry. My foundering train of thought was interrupted by Jack Baren.

"You alright?"
...

Short as well, trust me, it's gonna be well worth it when chapter 3 gets here



Breckendale Shopping Center. Eagle Colorado. ‘Vail Defense Line’. September 5, 2019. Field Agent Johnston last known to be collaborating with local resistance forces. Op name N/A.

“Long arm, this is Spartan. You have two foot mobiles by the BM-21, far side of the parking lot. Grease ‘em.”
“Roger. Long arm sending. Wait one.”
Long arm lined up the shot,...

Ladies and gents, I present my new story...rather, chapter one of it. It's very short, I appologize.




The old man sat in the chair in front of the camera, and turned to the man sitting across from him. “Mr. Johnston, you ready to begin?” The young man asked. The old man shook his head in agreement, and settled in. “So, how did your work with the Central Intelligence Agency start Mr. Johnston?” The old man cleared his throat.
“Well, it was 2015, and...