Rico jauntily waved to the winged man in the tank. “Well this is goodbye, Mom.” He grinned. “And don’t worry! I’ll make sure to take a shower each day.”

A hairless brow arched up and the corner of Simon’s mouth quirked. Indeed. Take care of yourself.

The young scientist sketched a mock salute and smartly marched out through the glass doors.

Simon watched as the young scientist was stopped a few times on the way to the door. Only a scarce handful of colleagues wished Rico a safe journey. The General almost reached out to urge Rico to pay attention.


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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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