Prodigal Son

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    “Let’s hope he doesn’t go too hard on us, huh?”     The small smirk on his face was earnest towards     his jest, yet there was still memory of the last      run Gideon had coordinated that left more than     a few soldiers sore-backed. “Should we head     for the start point anyways?”

    “...Ah, alright.” He pauses to answer     her question, lifting his head to utter     a short, sharp whistle, but to no avail.     Seconds pass, and he waits for nearly     a minute. Not in this vicinity. “Guess     so. If -- - it’s not an inconvenience.”

    “Joker!” The private called, trying to     carry his voice over the loud thrum of     a warbird’s propellers as it flew over-     head. “What’s the ETA for the next sim?”

“Julia -- - has Milo come through here?        He bolted out of my quarters about twenty minutes ago.”