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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4237769" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>PX Poker Night: Part 3 – The Air Traffic Control Tower</strong></p><p></p><p>To Hammer and Guppy’s surprise, Caprice opened the door to the air traffic control room.</p><p></p><p>“What are you doing here?” asked Guppy, half-standing up.</p><p></p><p>“Happy to see me?” asked Caprice. “I decided to check on you guys. I haven’t seen any of you since I got here.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer nodded. “Today’s the first time we got stationed together.”</p><p></p><p>“You think they’re separating us on purpose?” asked Guppy.</p><p></p><p>Caprice nodded. “Yeah. Where’s the rest of the team?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer shrugged. “Wherever they are, they didn’t make it here.”</p><p></p><p>“They’re trying to split us up,” said Guppy mournfully. “Mother trucker.”</p><p></p><p>Caprice walked over to the guard rotation sheet. He flipped through a few of them. “Look at this…we’re not together on any of the rotations!”</p><p></p><p>“Except this one,” said Hammer. </p><p></p><p>“And they took away our cistrons and weapons,” said Guppy. He slumped over the console. </p><p></p><p>“Not all of them.” Hammer patted his back where he concealed his Glock. </p><p></p><p>Guppy looked up. “We have to get out of here. I wonder if we can make a run for it…”</p><p></p><p>“Run for it?” Caprice snorted. “You know this isn’t a prison right?”</p><p></p><p>“How did you get here, anyway?” asked Hammer. “Aren’t you on guard shift?”</p><p></p><p>Caprice shrugged. “I didn’t feel like it.”</p><p></p><p>“Sprague will be pissed,” said Guppy.</p><p></p><p>“What’s he going to do to me…”</p><p></p><p>They were interrupted by the screech of a truck’s brakes, audible even from the distance at the air tower. </p><p></p><p>“Uh oh,” said Guppy.</p><p></p><p>Caprice snatched up the binoculars they kept ready at the console and peered through them. “That’s interesting,” he said after a moment.</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“See for yourself.” He handed the binoculars to Hammer.</p><p></p><p>A large dark van bearing USAF markings and about the size of a UPS delivery truck had pulled up to the main gate of Platte AFB. The driver, a plain-looking man in a suit, waited patiently while Campbell, the sole guard at the gate, talked on the phone. </p><p></p><p>“You better get back there.” He handed the binoculars back to Caprice. “I think he’s calling Sprague.”</p><p></p><p>A Chevy Blazer shrieked to a stop in front of the door. Sprague hopped out, and through the binoculars, Caprice could tell he was clearly shouting. </p><p></p><p>“Too late,” said Caprice.</p><p></p><p>The van was let in the front gate; it parked near the administration building. Sprague’s 4x4 followed behind them.</p><p></p><p>Two men in USAF uniforms stepped from the van and stood on each side, taking up guard positions. The man in the suit exited the van to confer with Major Sprague in private. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t like this,” said Caprice.</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>“Two guards on the van, in full body armor and carrying M-16s with M203 grenade launchers. That’s an awful lot of firepower for an Air Force base in the middle of nowhere, don’t you think?”</p><p></p><p>The man returned to the van and the guards mounted up. It drove out to an isolated area of the airfield near the mothballed aircraft. Once the van was parked, the guards emerged again and the lights came on in the van. And so it sat, unmoving.</p><p></p><p>“Think Campbell ratted you out?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“All personnel to the NCO club,” blared Sprague’s voice over the intercom. “And Creed, get your ass to HQ.” There was a pause. “NOW.”</p><p></p><p>“Yep,” said Caprice.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4237769, member: 3285"] [b]PX Poker Night: Part 3 – The Air Traffic Control Tower[/b] To Hammer and Guppy’s surprise, Caprice opened the door to the air traffic control room. “What are you doing here?” asked Guppy, half-standing up. “Happy to see me?” asked Caprice. “I decided to check on you guys. I haven’t seen any of you since I got here.” Hammer nodded. “Today’s the first time we got stationed together.” “You think they’re separating us on purpose?” asked Guppy. Caprice nodded. “Yeah. Where’s the rest of the team?” Hammer shrugged. “Wherever they are, they didn’t make it here.” “They’re trying to split us up,” said Guppy mournfully. “Mother trucker.” Caprice walked over to the guard rotation sheet. He flipped through a few of them. “Look at this…we’re not together on any of the rotations!” “Except this one,” said Hammer. “And they took away our cistrons and weapons,” said Guppy. He slumped over the console. “Not all of them.” Hammer patted his back where he concealed his Glock. Guppy looked up. “We have to get out of here. I wonder if we can make a run for it…” “Run for it?” Caprice snorted. “You know this isn’t a prison right?” “How did you get here, anyway?” asked Hammer. “Aren’t you on guard shift?” Caprice shrugged. “I didn’t feel like it.” “Sprague will be pissed,” said Guppy. “What’s he going to do to me…” They were interrupted by the screech of a truck’s brakes, audible even from the distance at the air tower. “Uh oh,” said Guppy. Caprice snatched up the binoculars they kept ready at the console and peered through them. “That’s interesting,” he said after a moment. “What?” asked Hammer. “See for yourself.” He handed the binoculars to Hammer. A large dark van bearing USAF markings and about the size of a UPS delivery truck had pulled up to the main gate of Platte AFB. The driver, a plain-looking man in a suit, waited patiently while Campbell, the sole guard at the gate, talked on the phone. “You better get back there.” He handed the binoculars back to Caprice. “I think he’s calling Sprague.” A Chevy Blazer shrieked to a stop in front of the door. Sprague hopped out, and through the binoculars, Caprice could tell he was clearly shouting. “Too late,” said Caprice. The van was let in the front gate; it parked near the administration building. Sprague’s 4x4 followed behind them. Two men in USAF uniforms stepped from the van and stood on each side, taking up guard positions. The man in the suit exited the van to confer with Major Sprague in private. “I don’t like this,” said Caprice. “What?” “Two guards on the van, in full body armor and carrying M-16s with M203 grenade launchers. That’s an awful lot of firepower for an Air Force base in the middle of nowhere, don’t you think?” The man returned to the van and the guards mounted up. It drove out to an isolated area of the airfield near the mothballed aircraft. Once the van was parked, the guards emerged again and the lights came on in the van. And so it sat, unmoving. “Think Campbell ratted you out?” asked Hammer. “All personnel to the NCO club,” blared Sprague’s voice over the intercom. “And Creed, get your ass to HQ.” There was a pause. “NOW.” “Yep,” said Caprice. [/QUOTE]
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