Evans sighed as Bill started in on the new guy sleeping outside the hall. Resnik had lied when he said that this mess was better than what there was 40 years ago. In some ways, yes they were better, but for meshing as a group? They sucked.
I guess you just don't mesh like cold, hungry, scared 14 year-olds unless you are one. He thought to himself.
"I guess I'd better put in an effort." He breathed out as he stood up from his chair, feeling his revolvers move within his duster. "Looks like I'm going to have to get a suit of sealed zero-gee armor for this little side trip then."
Evans looked at his chrono before facing Null. "It looks like we're late to your ship, Master Sergeant."
hit(&head, desk, HARD);