I had been loaded onto an airship with a squad of tough looking guys (all unclean shaven, muscely, grunty) given a backpack, a pistol with some magazines (kept in a shoulder clutch now, I guess draw holsters had gone out of style?) and a change of clothes (my prison greys just didn't fit with this set) I also shaved because I'm not a mongrel unlike these soldiers so I looked more presentable. The leader of the group was talking in front, but I wasn't really paying attention because I never generally do. The man next to me who had a bunch of tattoos and arms bigger than my legs looked me over.
"What are you here for?"
"I was told I'm here to provide expertise." Shadelia had told me that I had expert knowledge of the enemy, which was a complete lie I hadn't dealt with them in sixty plus years, but you know she got me out of prison so this was the least I could do.
"You dealt with these guys before?" His name because it becomes important later instead of me just calling him Muscles was Slats, I don't know if that was a nick name, or first name or whatever, he just went by slats.
"Like sixty years ago." He pulled back to look me over again.
"Damn grandpa you look good for eighty."
"More like great by a lot grandpa, but thank you I do appreciate the compliment." Slats was holding a rather large looking rifle of some sort, it was belt fed and I could see the bullets draped around his body, he also had on the same backpack as I did.
"So where did they drag you out of?"
"Prison."
"Wow no shit? What did you do?"
"Countless things, but this one was for being in the wrong place at the wrong time." Slats nodded.
"Yeah I did a stint in the brig for breaking and officers nose, so is it true what they say about prison?"
"Is what true?"
"You know with all the man on man time in there, men get lonely." I knew what he was getting at.
"Completely a myth in all my time in prison I've never been sexually assaulted or propositioned."
"Maybe they just don't think you are good looking enough."
"Preposterous." He nodded and went back to listening to his superior who was going over some plan of attack I couldn't make heads or tails on. I also didn't know why we were taking an airship to our target area as we weren't making a trek to the lands of the west, instead we were assaulting the coast where the westerners had made land fall and attacked, we could have just taken a truck but apparently that was a bad idea. I guess if I listened to the commander I would have known why, but why would I ever do something silly like that? I actually got some comfortable huddled between two massive dudes I fell asleep, I was only awakened when I was rudely ejected from my airship. I know I thought it was very impolite as well!
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