>>24076679

You link up with Nicky, standing at the end of the ramp, his arms crossed. “Fuck me, sir. It's colder than my girlfriend in February.”

“Wait, Nick, you don't have a girlfriend.” You state bluntly.

“The fuck I don't!” He says, showing you his hand.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “God damnit, Nicky.” He just grins.

Outside, The snow has been cleared from the runways and aprons, though on the grassy areas it's up to what looks like a foot. Too much for your blood, having been raised in California and spending your college years in cascadia.

You step off the ramp, followed closely by your gunner, only to run into both Anderson and Doctor Light chuckling to themselves. The good doctor is the first to greet you.

“Captain! Welcome home!” He says, handing you a thermos. “Hot chocolate for our heroes. My wife made it for you boys as soon as I told her you were on your way home. Even if it is only for a few days.” His smile seems warmer than the thermos.

[] “Thanks doc! Hadn't expected to see you here!”
[] “Doctor! What're you doing here?!”
[] “Seems I missed the party already. Anyone want to clue me in?”
[] other.

>>24076682
[x] Thanks Doc. Didn't expect to see you here. More prototypes for us?

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>>24076682
>[x] “Seems I missed the party already. Anyone want to clue me in?”
Good to see ya Mouse.

>Stupid worst korea.
You can say that again.

[] “Thanks doc! Hadn't expected to see you here!”
[] “Seems I missed the party already. Anyone want to clue me in?”

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>>24076682
>[x] “Thanks doc! Hadn't expected to see you here!”

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[x] “Thanks doc! Hadn't expected to see you here!”

April 6th, German girlfriends still cold.

>>24076682
>[] “Seems I missed the party already. Anyone want to clue me in?”

>>24076682
"Thanks doc, what's up?

so we dead?

>>24076682
[x] “Thanks doc! Hadn't expected to see you here!”

>>24076895

>any friesland
>good

yeah no. let them learn a actual language first, not a throat disease

>>24077322
Updates take about an hour with Mouse, wait two and if there still is nothing maybe.

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>[] “Thanks doc! Hadn't expected to see you here!”

You take the thermos and shake the doctor's hand.

“Thanks doc! We figured you'd still be in Virginia, or at least the proving grounds.”

Unscrewing the cap to the warm cylinder, you pour some of the brown liquid into the cap. You bring it to your lips before an explosion of delicious and silky smooth chocolate (in that order) flavors occurs, nearly knocking you to your knees. If it weren't sacrilege to call your mother's sweets inferior to anyone else's you'd be very tempted to call this better.

“Holy shit doctor. You gotta start sending this stuff to us.” You say, passing the thermos to Anderson. He takes a sip and nods furiously in agreement.

“Ha! We'll have to have a talk with Emily about that, though I'm sure she wouldn't mind.” He grins. “The only thing I could send for you boys is pipe tobacco. Nothing you'd have the time to enjoy.”

“Aw hell doc, I'm sure we could carve out some time to enjoy a smoke. Though, speaking of things to enjoy, shouldn't you be in West Falls Church, and not bothering with some smelly tankers?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No, no. Not quite. I had to come to Delaware on business anyway, and I heard that one of my prototypes was on it's way home. I hoped to see how it was doing!” He says, attempting to peer into the rear of the C-5 to catch a glimpse of Booze Hound. No such luck.

“I suppose I'll have to wait until they offload. I heard that you got in quite a bit of a tangle with a Russian vehicle and it gave you a run for your money!”

“I uh...yeah. You could say that.” The memory of losing half your company stings, quite a bit. Anderson shakes his head at Light, indicating the wound's freshness.

1/2

>>24077385

2/2

Light waves a hand. “Ah, no matter, no matter. Soon enough, you'll be taking the fight back to them. We haven't been slacking on our end either, youngster.” He claps a hand to your shoulder, grinning. “I know you're excited to get to business son, but would you and Lieutenant Anderson care to join Emily and I for an early dinner?” He asks, pointing to his car.

[] “sure thing, doc!”
[] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”
[] other.

>>24077391
>[x] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”

>>24077391
[x] Sure thing, Doc.
Maybe get something for the men and girls.

>>24077391
>[] “sure thing, doc!”

>>24077391
>[] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”

would love to eat with them but that would mean leaving our company

>>24077391
>[] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”

[] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”

Make a call to inquire about Rockfield

>>24077391
[] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”

Gotta find out about Rockfield, and that Phantom pilot from the Kitty Hawk.

>>24077391
>[] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”
things to do places to be

>>24077391
[x] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”

Tempting as it is we got a war to fight.

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>[] “Wish we could, but business calls. Gotta make a few calls, you know how it is.”

“Honestly doctor, we'd love to, but we can't. Got a lot of gear here to offload, a few phone calls to make, and we still don't know where the hell we're staying. Hopefully they're putting us up somewhere decent, but as long as I'm not sleeping in a ranger grave and there's a roof, I'm happy. Plus I'd like to catch up on the news. We haven't heard a peep out of Alaska or anything since the Kitty Hawk.”

The doctor nods. “I completely understand, captain. Sometime later, then. The offer is always on the table for you two. However, I must take my leave. I promised Emily that we'd go to a show if you two declined. I'll see you gentlemen in a day or two at Aberdeen.”

You shake hands again before he turns to his vehicle and steps inside. Anderson, beside you, presses the rest of the thermos into your arms. “Get this away from me before I drink it all.”

You happily oblige, passing it off to Nicky, under strict orders to make sure someone gets a little bit at the very least.

After unloading your three tanks (two) and two pallets of equipment onto the apron, the two C-5's taxi into a hangar. No doubt a lot warmer in there, you think to yourself. Your troopers divide the gear up, just in time for an Army humvee to pull up, complete with a runner from Aberdeen's HQ. She smartly salutes, hands you the dispatch, and waits for your reply.

In summary, the dispatch says “Don't care how you do it, get your shit and get to APG.” Unfortunately, it doesn't offer any options. You hand the letter to Anderson, who scoffs. “Army planning at it's finest, sir. Pull us out of a hot zone, land us forty five miles away from where we're supposed to be with a dead tank, and tell us to get there.”

You shake your head. “And to think, we trust these people to fight wars.”

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==

Fuck I need to cut down on my post sizes. You'll see why.

>>24077879

2/2

[] “Tell 'em we'll be there, but they probably won't like how we do it.”
[] “It'd probably be a good idea if you told whatever General it is that's telling us to do this to send us a method of conveyance. I have thirty tons of dead tank here.”
[] Other.

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Does Boozehound have a logo yet?

Will draw another type of dog if requested.

[x] “Tell 'em we'll be there, but they probably won't like how we do it.”

Towing dead tank through town!

>>24077890
>[] “It'd probably be a good idea if you told whatever General it is that's telling us to do this to send us a method of conveyance. I have thirty tons of dead tank here.”

>>24077920
lets damage the road thats a good idea!

>>24077890
[x] “Tell 'em we'll be there, but they probably won't like how we do it.”

Orders is orders

>>24077890
[x] “It'd probably be a good idea if you told whatever General it is that's telling us to do this to send us a method of conveyance. I have thirty tons of dead tank here.”
Not sure its a good idea to tow a dead tank through town. Especially one as advanced as this.

>>24077890
>[x] “Tell 'em we'll be there, but they probably won't like how we do it.”

We should take one of the C-5's and some parachutes.

>>24077890
>[x] “It'd probably be a good idea if you told whatever General it is that's telling us to do this to send us a method of conveyance. I have thirty tons of dead tank here.”

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no prizes for guessing the reference image

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>>24077996

>>24077890
[x] “Tell 'em we'll be there, but they probably won't like how we do it.”

I hope this involves C-5's and parachutes...

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>>24077879
Reinforcements have arrived!

>>24078160
the fuck man!?

>>24077890
[x] “Tell 'em we'll be there, but they probably won't like how we do it.”
>>24078202
Japan.

>>24077890
[x] “It'd probably be a good idea if you told whatever General it is that's telling us to do this to send us a method of conveyance. I have thirty tons of dead tank here.”
As amusing as jacking the biggest flatbed we could find and having the others just drive their tanks would be, it would also be STUPID.

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>>24078131

I lied about the lack of prizes.

>>24078135

C-5 fuel is expensive.

It'll probably involve attaching several humvees to the front of the tank like a dog sled, complete with a tanker yelling "Mush!"

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>>24078160

>>24078202
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtsSRNOLj0A

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Time for Tonks.
[X] “It'd probably be a good idea if you told whatever General it is that's telling us to do this to send us a method of conveyance. I have thirty tons of dead tank here.”

>>24078247
>>24078251
Just imagine that ferrari belonging to said asshole general.

>>24078224
>In summary, the dispatch says “Don't care how you do it, get your shit and get to APG.” Unfortunately, it doesn't offer any options.

They brought this upon themselves.

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>[] “Tell 'em we'll be there, but they probably won't like how we do it.”

You sigh and put the dispatch in a pocket.

“You tell whoever it is passing these out that we'll be there, but they won't like it.”

The PFC nods, salutes again, and jumps back into the humvee, which speeds off. Anderson leans over to you. “They could've at least offered a ride.”

“You really wanna ride with POGs, LT?”

“They probably smell better than you, sir.” He laughs.

Talking with Hans, you learn that it's just the Booze Hound's computers and electronic systems that are knocked out, and all of the mechanical workings are still fine. Thus, he can start the motor if it gets a jump from another tank, and steer if the hydraulic motors can get the pressure they need. You order him to do it, hunting for a scarf and goggles. You'd have to stand in to copula and shout to steer, internal radios dead, and that is going to be bitingly cold. If you've got to do it, you'd at least do it in style.

Soon enough, Booze Hound's turbine roars, announcing that though it may not be able to fight, he can still move. What amount to life support cables snake out of the engine deck, Hans scrambling to un-clamp them as soon as he can. He flicks the hydro motors on, giving it time to build pressure before attempting to drive your wounded vehicle. He reports it sluggish, however still drivable. You grin.

Your infantry, huddled behind the turrets of the vehicles with their gear piled on top of them for warmth, mutter about how bullshit this is. Anderson, being the whacked motherfucker that he is, rides a gun barrel as though it's an addition to his manhood.

>>24078397

Your tank takes up the center position in the convoy, which doesn't offer that great of a view. You're used to being up front, leading the charge with your own saber out. Unfortunately, that honor would have to go to Sargent Warner in his Abrams, Boogeyman. Your convoy takes up two lanes of the freeway with your witches in their own lane to your left, leading to a bit of a backup. News choppers quickly hover overhead. You're honestly surprised they aren't used to seeing this shit by now.

The rest of the drive is relatively uneventful, though pulling up to the gates at APG gets you stopped by a four man team of MP's.

“You guys uh..you guys supposed to be here?” One of them shouts over the roar of your three vehicles.

[] “One ARSOF!”
[] “You gonna try to stop us if we aren't?”
[] Other.

>>24078400
[X]Guess.

>>24078400
>[x] “One ARSOF!”
Disappointed we didn't drop in from a C-5.

>>24078400
[x] guess

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>>24078424
Ah forgot a Tank picture!
Also.
>Fucking Anderson.

>>24078400
[X] I'll give you three guesses.

>>24078400
"No. Of course we aren't. We are actually a very cleverly disguised Russian unit."

>>24078400

[X] “One ARSOF!”

Gotta get in. Let the MP's call it in and find out we're supposed to be here on the orders of General What's-his-ass.

>>24078400
[x] “One ARSOF!”

>>24078400
>[] “One ARSOF!”

>>24077901
I approve.

>>24078400
>[] “One ARSOF!”

>>24078247
>>24078462
>>24078160
Reminds me I need to downlaod the new episodes

>>24078400
>[] “You gonna try to stop us if we aren't?”
Sarcastically then
[] “One ARSOF!”

>>24078400
[x] “One ARSOF!”

>>24078397
Off-topic I know but THEM'S MY GUYS in the picture! I was in A-1/37 but at a different time I think, that pic looks like it was taken around Frankfurt or Wiesbaden rather than closer to Nurnburg or Vilseck where I was at.

>>24078397
Stupid tank, what are you doing in Hesse?!
That's not the way to the frontlines!

>>24078795
The visible license plates are Main-Taunus-Kreis and Bad Homburg, so Frankfurt (Main) seems to be the most probable.

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>[]“One ARSOF!”

You point do the vehicle designations on your sideskirts. “One ARSOF!”

He looks down, then back up, takes note of your bars, and waves you in. “Down the main road, bout a third of a klik, and you'll hit the motor pool you guys are set up at. Have a good one, captain!” He says, saluting. You return his salute, and relay the directions to Sargent Warner.

Inside the gates and a third of a mile down the road, you pull into the motor pool designated for you. Three spots for Abrams tanks, two vacant slots, and a series of striker stands. Techs inside help Ooishi, Rosalez, and Siegel out of their strikers before hoisting them up with cranes, prepared to do full overhauls and repairs.

On the other hand, you gingerly shut Booze Hound down and start losing layers of clothing. No mechanics help you out of your vehicle, although it's not like you'd accept the hand.

“You're all over the news, you know.” A new, gravvely voice says from behind you. Honestly, you're not sure you could get yours to sound that way if you chain smoked and gargled whiskey on a regular basis, though with how cool it sounds you'd be damned if you didn't try someday.

“That so?” You ask, spinning to see whoever it is talking to you.

Behind you, a face you've never quite seen before stands, thick cuban cigar hanging from his lips. Though you've never met the man in person, you'd seen General Lindsay's pictures before, plenty of times at that. The commander of USSOCOM, in his greens, cuts an impressive figure, especially with all his decorations.

“Uh. That so, sir. That's what I meant.” you say, snapping to a crisp salute. He returns it with a grin.

“You've got a history of being ambushed by your superiors. Who am I to break the cycle?” He asks, grinning himself.

1/2

>>24079140

“You're General Lindsay. I'm pretty sure if anyone else did it there'd be cause for commotion.” You reply, stepping down to shake his hand. He takes it, before taking a long drag on his cigar.

“You fancy one of these, son? We've got some talking do to.”

[] “Sure thing, sir.”
[] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”
[] other.

2/2

>>24079152
>[x] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”
We really gotta find out about her condition.

>>24079152
>[x] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”

>>24079152
>[] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”

>>24079152
[X] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”

>>24079152

> “Sure thing, sir.”

Pity we didn't get a chance to say goodbye to the PL.

>>24079152
>[x] “Sure thing, sir.”

He's our boss. This was pretty much an order.

>>24079152
>[] “Sure thing, sir.”
Best not to keep the General waiting.

>>24079152
>[] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”

>>24079152
[x] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”
Ha ha time for ptsd.

>>24079152

[x] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”

>>24079152

>[] “Sure thing, sir.”

One doesn't just ask the a general to wait.

>>24079152

[x] “Sure thing, sir.”

We'll have to check on her immediately after this.

But we can't just walk off. If he wants to talk to us we've got to do so.

>>24079152
>[] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”

PTSD time.

>>24079152
>[x] “Actually sir, if at all possible, I have a subordinate to check up on.”

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>>24079344

>>24079675

Thank you for so clearly illustrating how much I care about your opinion.

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>[] “Actually sir, if it can wait, I have a subordinate to check up on.”

“Actually sir, if it could wait? I have a trooper in the hospital, condition unknown. I'd like to grab a hook and talk to someone about her if I could.” You reply.

“Not a problem son. Just come knock on my door when you're done.” He says, shaking your hand again. “Phone right over there goes through anywhere in CONUS.” He points to the office room.

You sit at the phone, trying to bring yourself to dial the number for walter-reed, though you have to stop and hang up the line a few times. Taking a deep breath, you punch in the digits, waiting for the telltale rings. A split second later, a voice picks up.

“Walter-Reed reception, Staff Sargent Horne speaking. How may I direct your call?”

“Uh..I..shit. I have no idea. I'm trying to get in touch with someone who knows anything about my top Sargeant. She was flown there a few days ago?”

Sargent Horne sighs. “Sir, I'm going to need a name and unit.”

“Captain Jacob Bishop, One ARSOF.”

“No, captain, her name.”

“Oh. I think her first name is Christina. Last is Rockfield. Master Sargent, one ARSOF.”

“One moment, captain.”

The line goes eerily quiet before you're connected to Neurology.

“Yeah, Neurology.” The voice on the other end says, no hint of sympathy in it at all.

“Hi, I'm looking for an update on Master Sargent Christina Rockfield. Any chance you can set me up with that?” You ask.

1/2

>>24079968

2/2

After going through the formalities of him asking who you are and verifying it through a few basic questions, you're finally able to discern what's going on with your senior enlisted.

“Well sir, I'd love to be able to plug you through to her, but I can't. She just went under the knife about an hour ago. Dunno when she'll be out or how long her recovery time is. I'd try calling back tomorrow, maybe you can get a hold of Colonel Weller. It's his unit. I'll leave him a message that you called. Sound good, sir?”

“Yeah...better than nothing, I guess.” Remember, Jake. Professional. Compartmentalize this for now.

“Alright. Yeah, just give us a ring tomorrow and we'll try to get you through to one or the other. Take care, sir.”

“You too.”

With that, the line goes dead. You hang up your end, lean back, and exhale. One more day, hopefully, and you'll know what's what with your top.

>Who do you call next, captain?

>>24079968
>Neurology

Oh fuck.

>>24079982
Who would we contact to find out about that Phantom pilot from the Kitty Hawk? The Navy, obviously, but where?

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>>24079982
[x] Our parents, mom probably still has contacts in the Navy maybe she can see about our Phantom pilot is alive.
>>24079968
>Neurology
Well shit.

>>24079982
Home?

>>24079982
>[x] Our parents, mom probably still has contacts in the Navy maybe she can see about our Phantom pilot is alive.
This is a good plan I think

>>24080151
Dude, I think you're posting in the wrong thread.

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>>24080151
Did I miss something?

>>24079982
I'd say try our best to see about the Phantom pilot, either our parents or through Frank, though would that be meta-knowledge to see if he can find out through Tricky Dick?

>>24080221
home and the phantom pilot, i agree

>>24080051
I second this. Also might be worth putting in word with Frank and/or Rex, just let them know we're stateside.

>>24079982
>Parents, Phantom pilot, or cigar

How about we actually return to the General like we said we would?

>>24080635
This we are men of our word.

>>24080635
>>24080682
yeah changing to this. we need to get back to him

>>24079982

Make a quick call home to let Mom and Dad know we're stateside, see if Mom can find out about the Phantom pilot from the Kitty Hawk, then straight to General Lindsay's office.

Parental units will understand the call being so short.

>>24080635
yes, this

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You snap back into reality, dragging the phone back over to your ear. One or two more calls, and you can go pass out somewhere. Instinctively, you punch in the number to home. Your father picks up.

“Bishops. Paul.”

“Heya pop.”

“Jacob me lad! How are you, son!?” He asks, elated to hear from one of his children.

“Doin' alright dad, doin' just fine. Bored out of my mind though, we're stuck at Aberdeen for a while. How are you guys?”

“Hell, you're stateside? We'll have to come up sometime then. We're doin' alright. House is empty, Jessica shipped off. I pinned my EGA's on her -”

You cut him off. “Wait, wait. Jessica wasn't set to graduate for a few months, I thought?”

“Don't interrupt me, boy, or I'll lay you out like that beaver d-tackle did. I was getting there. She skipped her advanced classes in exchange for early service and a free ride. Last she called she was in Japan with Frank.”

“Wait, Frank and Jessica are BOTH in Japan, doing normal things, with food and buildings around?”

“You got it, boy-o.”

“And Rex is in Europe, with good beer and a solid roof over his head?”

“As far as we know.”

“And I'm stuck in some god forsaken desert, with nothing around me but people who want to kill me?”

“That's about the size of it.”

“Hey dad?”

“Yes?”

“I'm gonna kill myself.”

“Ha! You'll be alright Jake. Just keep your head down and don't do anything I wouldn't do. Stay out of trouble with the girls. Here's your mom. Take care, son.”

>>24080874

The phone shuffles hands a little bit, before your mom's voice fills the line.

“Baby boy. How are you?” She asks, sounding exactly as you remember.

“Tired mom. What's this nonsense about Jessica skipping her advanced classes?!” You ask.

“Don't be concerned, Jake. She's got Frank there with her. We pretty much told her she would either stay in classes or go somewhere one of you three could keep an eye on her. You two are the closest in age, so you're more concerned with her than Frank and Rex ever were, but she's safe. Alright?”

You sigh, making sure to send it down the phone. “Yeah ma. That works. Hey, I've got a question for you. Do you still have any contacts inside the navy that can dig up a name for me?”

“Mmm. Maybe. You might have better luck asking Frank in a letter or something, but I'll see what I can do. What's the name?”

You relay the pilot's name, rank, and station as well as you can remember, which is to say not very well.

“Alright Jake, I'll look into it. Remember to ask Frank though, alright? I've gotta go, I've got dinner on the stove. I love you, be careful. And hey! Try to go see your Grandpa Eddie's grave, alright? You're close, you don't have a reason not to.”

“Love you too, mom. I'll try.”

You hang up the line and rejoin your company in the motor pool. Calling Anderson over, you leave the company in his charge and head off for General Lindsay's building, swirling thoughts of Rockfield's safety and of your little sister being in a combat zone in your head.

Hopefully the general and Doctor Light would have good things to tell you. You sure needed it after these past few weeks.

>>24080879

==
And that's it for tonight! I would run longer, but I'm still wiped out from an incredibly impromptu work related trip overseas. Plus this is a good jumping off point, I think. I can assure you guys that I'll be running next week as well, however at this time I'm unsure as to what day. Keep your eyes on the twitter and I'll be sure to let you know as soon as I do!

Thanks for reading anon, I really enjoy writing these for you guys.

>>24077901
>>24077996
>>24078006

I love 'em. I'm a fan of the Saint Bernard though.
Keep them coming!

>>24080902
Thanks for writing for us mouse.

>>24080902
short but sweet. look forward to next time

>>24080902
Good thread, Maus.
>We pretty much told her she would either stay in classes or go somewhere one of you three could keep an eye on her.
And now Frank's heading back stateside. GREAT.

>>24080902
>work related trip overseas
fuckin Kim Jong Un

>>24081237
eh the little retard backed him self in to the corner.

Damn, all good things must come to an end..

Be waiting or you next week.