As I slept a dreamless sleep, i heard a voice, more accurately, Josie's voice, reaching out to me from across the void, telling me "I miss you, join me." Her voice seemed distorted, as if i was forgetting, as her voice filled with static, I could only make out "murder….. me" Awaking in a cold sweat I realized it was morning, and time to prepare to split off in a few weeks.
"Killer! You alright brother?" Bossman asked, "Curt over here heard ya crying in ya sleep, if we can do anything to help, know we really like ya kid." "No, I'm fine, really, now lets kick some ass!" I responded. "Kid lie to someone who doesn't care, we lost Martee to that too, and the third driver in a week don't look good on me." He finished 'Really, I can keep my own head in check" though i knew he wasn't going to listen, good men like him never do. Back when i flew for Tanistan's Air Armada there was a guy, my commander, he was like BossMan in a lot of ways, and we fought together, but that Greenerland ship just wouldn't let off us, and we had to take it down, so when we had no more missiles, he became the missile.
Curt shook me, bringing me back, "if you ain't in the right head, say somethin, we need you brutha" he said, almost in tears, you'd think they weren't all cold blooded killers, Greenies, or robbers. He helped me up into the Stuart again, and we'd be off once that gate opened.