Sergeant Harry Buckworth strode into the mess-hall, “Reedy, how’s my suit? It better be finished or what’re you eatin’ for?”
Donald Reidman, Engineer First Class, sighed and dropped his fork. “It’s in better condition than this swill, that’s for sure.”
“A trashed Ball is better than that shit you’re eating.”
“Yeah, maybe it’ll evolve into a meal while I’m gone. Come on, Buck, I’ll take you to see your baby. She’s in Hanger 17.”
“Next time you run into a Zaku, Buck, you want to use your shield to block? That heat hawk trashed all the servos and connections in the left arm, it’s not salvageable.”
“You ever tried aiming a cannon and holding a shield at the same time, Reedy? It’s fuck’n hard.”
“I better warn you. We had to make a few, uh, modifications to your suit.”
“What KIND of modifications?”
“You know we’re low on spares. The left arm is gone. We’ve modified the shield to mount on your right arm.”
“Damn it Reedy, it’s hard enough to aim a cannon with two arms!”
“We’ve sorted that out for you. You wont even need to lug around the storage container anymore.”
“I don’t know if I like the sound of this.”
“Just wait, you’ll see. I think you’ll like it.”
Buck turned to Reidman as they stepped inside the hanger.
“You know, Reedy, I’ve always wondered what you guys keep in the hanger next door? There’s all sorts of rumours about it. ish about little men and all that…”
Buck froze as he saw his suit.
“Well, what do you think?”
Buck’s mouth spread into an evil grin.
“I love it.”
Buck slapped Reidman on the back.
“One thing though.”
“Yeah, Buck?”
“You better’ve kept the arm. I’ve got an idea…”
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