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From: MagicMaster8 Sent: 3/27/2006 9:54 PM
Tracy Island: 1 a.m. 7-06-2068
Brandon sat at his desk, trying to compose a letter to his parents. Each time he started, he looked at what he'd written and was dissatisfied with the wording. After several false starts, he gave up in frustration.
"I can't concentrate and I'm too keyed up to sleep," he said, throwing his pen on the desk. Used to being in the thick of the action, he couldn't stand being on the sidelines. He had attempted to keep himself busy and writing the letter was a last attempt at distracting himself. Finally he walked out onto the balcony. Leaning against the railing, he looked out over the landscape, deep in thought.
*I know they're capable of doing their job but there are too many unknowns. They could be buried by a sandstorm; the equipment could get fouled with sand. They could get lost in the desert or pass out from heat stroke.* Finally, he couldn't stand being still and decided to go to the gym and release some of his pent up energy.
He had finished lifting weights and was working out on the punching bag when a noise made him stop. Walking over, he answered the telecom.
"Hey, Brandon, where are you at?" Gordon asked.
"In the weight room at the apartments, why?"
"Stay put. I'm coming over."
Brandon shrugged. "Sure. I'll be here." He went back to his workout.
Within a few moments, Gordon had tracked him down.
"Hey, Gordon," Brandon said, reaching for a towel and wiping his face. "Why aren't you still in the lounge?"
"Stand down was called and I thought you and Dominic would like to know."
"Appreciate it," Brandon said, walking over and taking a drink of water. "I was wondering what was going on."
Gordon shook his head. "Why didn't you come up to the lounge? Almost everyone else was there. I know Dad wouldn't have minded."
"I know, but I didn't want to be in the way."
"You wouldn't have been in the way. You're a member of the team and have every right to be in the lounge during a rescue."
The two continued talking, Brandon telling Gordon about his worries.
"I know they're all trained to respond to any type of rescue call but, to be honest, I would have felt better if I had been there with them."
"Whoa, Brandon," Gordon admonished. "You'd better rethink what you just said. Women have come a long way in one hundred years. And, if you don't have faith in their ability to do the job, you don't have faith in the team as a whole."
"What do you mean, rethink what I just said?" Brandon asked, unsure of what Gordon meant.
"What I mean," Gordon said in reply, "is your remark made you sound like you think men are the only ones capable of doing the dangerous jobs. "
"Huh? Wait a minute. I didn't realize how that came out. I didn't mean to sound like I'm a male chauvinist."
"Well you did, whether it was intentional or not, and that type of attitude has no place in this or any other century."
"Geez, Gordon," Brandon said irritably, "slack off, will ya? I said I didn't mean to!"
Gordon calmed down, realizing he had upset Brandon with his blunt words and knew he had to say something to calm his friend down.
"Hey," Gordon said, giving Brandon a smile, "if it's any consolation, I would like to have been there, too. But, listening to the rescue, I can assure you that they had things well in hand."
"Thanks, Gordon," Brandon said, looking at his friend returning the smile, "that makes me feel better. So, how long until everyone's back on base?"
"They should be back in three and a half to four hours." Gordon stood up to leave. "Hey, Brandon, how about we go wait for them to get back? I know you want to hear what happened."
"You bet," Brandon said, grabbing his water bottle and following Gordon.
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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