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Thomas adjusted the focus of his visor and opened up three chat windows. He got on-channel in each window, issued greetings to everyone, and then banked his fighter jet into a cloud, dodging enemy fire. He checked his screens but it looked like everyone else was idling.

Roger crushed the soda can beneath her foot and stomped into the building. Behind her, Erik dribbled the rest of his beverage into the gutter and followed suit. Both of them were late for duty.

    <Thomas_> Oh well, here we are again, crammed into this office when it's beautiful and gray outside. No cold Thames breeze in our faces today, boys! By the time you read this, I'll have flattened quite a bit of real estate, I'd imagine. Oh well, where does the time go.
    <Rog> Is someone stroking you off over there?
    <Thomas_> That's offensive. And just where the spam have you two been.
    <erikw> i am so spamming tired

A flash crossed all of their screens at once. A vibrant pink square that popped up to obscure half of the default work area.


    RDO (Regular Day Off)

    Since we are starting a run on training next week and through September for various classes (other course scheduling to be announced), we will be depending on all to help keep our levels up as well as possible, as you have these last couple of weeks. Since Thursday and Friday are always busy days anyway, we'd like to ask anyone with their RDO on Thurs and Fri to work OT during our critical time. That can be up to 8 hours starting between 7 - 9 am, and possibly a couple more depending on how busy it is.

    Then from next week on until further notice, we'd like those that will, to work OT on their RDOs between the same starting times, with the possible 2 hrs extra on top the 8 if business needs are heavy. If you cannot work the full 8 but can work 4 hrs between 10am - 2pm or 11am-3pm (same for this Thur & Fri), that would help out during the lunch periods. Of course working through lunch is also authorized w/ break splitting until further notice.

Thomas cleared the flash and flitted his eyes back to incoming. Roger and Erik actually finished reading the whole thing.


In the air. Rockets. Thomas vectored wildly, but it was clear to all observers that convergence was only a matter of time. Thomas and his support team (the happy trio, all together) cursed simultaneously.

The different potential flight paths that were whirling in front of him were useless. TelemeTry was not giving him anything he could work with. The sky was infinite white on every side. He had lost the ground.


    <erikw> i wasnt going to come in at all today but it turns out i've already used up my personal days for the year. it's fucking january!
    <Rog> I was in the cafeteria and I heard Sarge talking spam about us not getting 20 minute breaks anymore after this quarter
    <erikw> fuck that!@#$# just for that i'm deleting his account on webster
    <Thomas_> I am SO not working overtime this weekend


Thomas drummed his fingers on his desk absentmindedly. Presently, characters appeared in front of his eyes, translucent but still kind of annoying as they partially obscured his vision. He finished logging his flight ticket and got himself up out of his chair.

As usual, Erik and Roger were a bit longer in getting their acts together. Possibly this was exacerbated by Erik accidentally brushing his elbows against Roger's breasts. Several times. After she'd finished punching him, both airmen caught up with Thomas and took a place next to him in the chow line, calmly comparing the features on their newly upgraded visors.

"I'm always waiting for you guys. Spam like this is why we lose so many planes," Thomas complained as they all burst into laughter.

To be continued...


1OCT1993 | INDEX