And Voodoo complies, coming up out of his shooting stance. One hand relaxes at his side, while the other holsters his pistol.
(He offers no excuses, no lame "sorries". They're already here too late.)
"Judge Two-Two, Voodoo."
"Go Voodoo."
"Mike Charlie. Touchdown at center field. Bringing out three civilians."
"Roger, center field, bringing out three civvies."
And now Voodoo gestures to the dropped rucksack. Their shadows flicker against the wall in the lamplight. "Pack up what you want to take. We'll help you with whatever you need."
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And Voodoo complies, coming up out of his shooting stance. One hand relaxes at his side, while the other holsters his pistol.
(He offers no excuses, no lame "sorries". They're already here too late.)
"Judge Two-Two, Voodoo."
"Go Voodoo."
"Mike Charlie. Touchdown at center field. Bringing out three civilians."
"Roger, center field, bringing out three civvies."
And now Voodoo gestures to the dropped rucksack. Their shadows flicker against the wall in the lamplight. "Pack up what you want to take. We'll help you with whatever you need."