The ramblings of a Nut who should be doing something else – Adelaide, South Australia

Virgil: “Gordon, f-flying?”

Scott: “Of course.”

“Not a scratch.”

“Too late.”


“He clipped her wing exiting the hanger.”

“What the hell?!”

Somewhere in the distance outside his tomb of rock and dust he could just hear the roar of TB1’s approach. “Landing now.”


“Sorry, can’t talk. Busy rescuing.” His grin danced down the comline.

Virgil glared at the slab of wall hanging over him.

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