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-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | -Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing About to Start<h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 1-22-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 80122 | |||
He grunted as the heat hit him full in the face. He could feel the | |||
dry air suck the moisture from his body as he looked out and up at the rock | |||
before him. "Hrrrmf, they can't have it on level ground? Nooooo no no. | |||
They have to see if they can kill the old buzzard before he gets to them. | |||
He tried for a site to site transporter but it was blocked. Although he | |||
could have over ridden the block he decided to play it fair and square. | |||
Patting his side pouch he strode towards the great rock sticking out of the | |||
desert. | |||
The dingo was fat and happy when the large human stepped across its | |||
body and started the climb up the side of the rock, following the rope. It | |||
languidly rolled its head to squint into the sun as the man pulled himself | |||
up and along the face of the rock. While it would only be a 300m vertical | |||
climb the distance covered was about 1.6 km. If it had been a real dingo | |||
its spirit might have lifted with the anticipation of another cardiac | |||
delivered take-out dinner. Instead the safeties on the deck closely | |||
monitored the stress and respiratory levels of the old man. They were | |||
neither impressed or disappointed at the fact that his breathing stayed | |||
steady and his pace was a steady calm one. It didn't stop monitoring either. | |||
The buffet was beginning to show signs of wear by the time a | |||
grizzled hand appeared at one edge of the rock followed by an arm and then a | |||
close cropped grey head. Grunting, the Vice Admiral waved of offers of | |||
assistance and finished the climb under his own power. He stretched and | |||
looked around at the officers assembled. his gaze finally rested on Zane | |||
and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the question yet?" | |||
Zane sighed and shook his head. Azariah waved as though to say 'get | |||
on with it' and then crossed the rippling surface of the rock to check out | |||
the buffet. | |||
<<<nrpg>>> | |||
briefing after a short shot from Andy. | |||
mission will be tomorrow or the next day, rain or shine | |||
mike--->who actually reads and studies sometimes | |||