He materializes his empty book for notes and his pen from his Arms Band, where he stored them upon vacating the beach for safekeeping. He tears into the page, ripping it away from the spine. He reaches for the record of the mission log next to him, now a little creased, but still readable and intact.
"You wanted me to draft this, right? What do you want me to say, in a gist? I'll do the rest."
His serious edge returns and it's all business again. He was ready. They both were, it seems. Come what may.
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He materializes his empty book for notes and his pen from his Arms Band, where he stored them upon vacating the beach for safekeeping. He tears into the page, ripping it away from the spine. He reaches for the record of the mission log next to him, now a little creased, but still readable and intact.
"You wanted me to draft this, right? What do you want me to say, in a gist? I'll do the rest."
His serious edge returns and it's all business again. He was ready. They both were, it seems. Come what may.