Call Sign Ice Girl 1 to CT.

Objective achieved in combat airs.p.a.ce RG-219. Red Target confirmed killed. Successfully prevented target’s entry into the country. Requesting return to Texas AB. Awaiting approval.

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I’m sure you’ve figured it out based on the point at which you lost the signal, but it crashed in a fairly troublesome place. It’s that oasis involved in the territorial dispute. I’m sure “they” will get themselves involved in this soon enough. That said, the greedy border patrol is probably celebrating. The inspectors have been insisting they need a chance to prove their worth and they’re terrified of having their funding cut, so this is a good chance for them.

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Ice Girl 1 to CT. Don’t worry about us. We might have skipped some of the formalities, but it was necessary given the overall state of the Capitalist Corporations. And I’m used to being thrown in a cell.

This is only a personal opinion, but there are a few things I just can’t stand: red meat that hasn’t been prepared properly, kids who kick old folks in the back, and you know what else.

Do you know the band Boy Racer?

I don’t have enough fingers to count the number of reasons they went off the deep end, but that was the biggest reason. Just talking about it is enough to p.i.s.s me off.

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Roger that, CT. Thanks for the approval to return.

Ice Girl 1 to Ice Squadron. Our next destination is Texas AB. An ice cold bath and sodas are waiting in the middle of the desert. This short break is your chance to request at least a smidgen of leave. If you want to spread your wings in Vegas, then get that paperwork ready. You only have yourself to blame if you aren’t prepared.

Oh, c’mon, you idiots.

Don’t worry about me. Only the one in charge needs to spend any time in a cell.