Semper Fi
Predator Press
[LOBO]
"Yeah, well how are ya buddy?" I asks.
"Well, okay I guess," says Ethan over the phone. "How's Vegas?"
"Really fun, I suppose," says me, twirling the curly hotel phone cord in my fingers. "But we've hit a few little snags."
"You're going to make me late for work," says Ethan. "Gimmee the short version."
"Well," I says. "We crashed the airplane, Dash and Sapphire got married, Predator Press is 352 trillion dollars in the hole, and Russia has declared war on us."
"Dash and Sapphire?"
"Yeah. Weird, eh?"
"Well, try and have a good time. And stay out of trouble."
LOBO winced. "Would enlisting in the United States Marines constitute trouble? We're hammering out an alliance with a recruiter right now." LOBO turns the mouthpiece away and winks at the recruiter. "This'll only take a sec."
"You're enlisting?" says Ethan.
"Well, I'm at war with Russia, and it turns out these 'Marine' guys have a lot of stuff to have wars with. I mean these guys are way beyond us when it comes to planet-busting. Seems like a no-brainer."
"Well," says Ethan. "Go ahead. But if you do go full-on Global Thermonuclear don't touch anything until I get there."
"Deal!" I says excitedly.
***
Ethan was now very late. He poured his coffee into a plastic 'commuter' cup, and --short of time-- he skipped his breakfast cereal in favor of some granola bars in a box on the kitchen counter.
And for a strange moment, he would have sworn he heard the word "Wuss!", taunting him from the cereal cabinet ...
[LOBO]
"Yeah, well how are ya buddy?" I asks.
"Well, okay I guess," says Ethan over the phone. "How's Vegas?"
"Really fun, I suppose," says me, twirling the curly hotel phone cord in my fingers. "But we've hit a few little snags."
"You're going to make me late for work," says Ethan. "Gimmee the short version."
"Well," I says. "We crashed the airplane, Dash and Sapphire got married, Predator Press is 352 trillion dollars in the hole, and Russia has declared war on us."
"Dash and Sapphire?"
"Yeah. Weird, eh?"
"Well, try and have a good time. And stay out of trouble."
LOBO winced. "Would enlisting in the United States Marines constitute trouble? We're hammering out an alliance with a recruiter right now." LOBO turns the mouthpiece away and winks at the recruiter. "This'll only take a sec."
"You're enlisting?" says Ethan.
"Well, I'm at war with Russia, and it turns out these 'Marine' guys have a lot of stuff to have wars with. I mean these guys are way beyond us when it comes to planet-busting. Seems like a no-brainer."
"Well," says Ethan. "Go ahead. But if you do go full-on Global Thermonuclear don't touch anything until I get there."
"Deal!" I says excitedly.
Ethan was now very late. He poured his coffee into a plastic 'commuter' cup, and --short of time-- he skipped his breakfast cereal in favor of some granola bars in a box on the kitchen counter.
And for a strange moment, he would have sworn he heard the word "Wuss!", taunting him from the cereal cabinet ...
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