"What's the deal?" : 27 March 2096 : Mexican Federation

A journalist was running around with a black object.  He aimed it at the horizon; the transports' lights glowed ominously in the distance. He had blood on his vest.

"Are you damaged?" I asked him sounding worried - I wasn't.

He was too focused on getting his shot for the nightly news.

An infantryman with large antennas poking out of his back jogged over to me.

"Sir, I have orders from High Command for you." he shouted to me.

"You know, you're standing right next to me; you don't have to yell." I advised him.

"Yessir!" he screamed back.

"Just give me the update!" I shouted back impatiently.

I put the datacard into my oplink's external port.

The UAR Armed Forces seal was displayed by the nano-machines in my eye while the audio was played through my audial nano-machines.

"Lt. Bonaparte, you are to return to Firebase Bravo for your debriefing. We will contact you again." the playback ordered me.

We'll that was short.