In desperation, the two Omegas had knocked over several shelving units, piled them into a sort of makeshift barricade, and were huddled behind them, trying very hard not to get themselves shot, stabbed, or otherwise reduced to bloody hunks of undercooked meat. Falynn pulled a fragmentation grenade from a pocket stitched into the thigh of her uniform, primed it, and flipped it backwards over her head. It exploded a few seconds later, though she was pretty sure it hadn’t accomplished anything useful. “So, I was thinking now was a good time for us to talk about that transfer I was considering.”
*shakes head* Very, very bad time, is how I would phrase it.
“I admit, matters look bleak, but they’re not completely hopeless.”
Only moderately hopeless?
Valygar frowned, remembering the old military adage: limited intelligence reports are inadequate, detailed intelligence reports are inaccurate, extremely detailed intelligence reports are traps. “So, how can we tell which one is the Major?”
I *really* like that quote! Where does it come from?
Even with all the Wildcat’s jostling, he could feel something rumbling beneath the floorboards, and the light was quickly growing closer. “Train.”
“I see it.”
“TRAIN!”
“I see it!”
Ah, the infamous 'light at the end of the tunnel'.