Lung Capacity

Nathan had remained standing by the General’s tank as Hendrick met his future charge. He wasn’t sure if Simon had siphoned the memory from either of them, but the coincidence was so perfect.

The captain could feel Simon’s amusement as the stalemate by the entrance escalated. Hendrick had begun to wave his hands, the volume of his curses rising, heard even through the sealed inside glass doors. Finally, the old codger spat a closing epithet and stalked away, still gesticulating to the walls.

The last soldier leaned against a table and began to laugh as Rico slumped into a chair.


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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