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From: "David A. Tatum" <desaix@sysnet.net>
To: "FFML" <ffml@anifics.com>
Sent: Saturday, July 28, 2001 08:08
Subject: [FFML] [REFUGE] [Robotech] FOX Squadron - Episode 8 - Who ARE These
Guys?

     Due to a quick meeting at RDF Headquarters, the next morning
Colonel Stuart got a late start for his office at 13 Squadron.
It had already been an odd morning, General Emerson saw to that.
He insisted that if Jeff was going to make off with all the
supplies that had mysteriously been assigned to his squadron,
Jeff was going to sign for everything.

Pretty decent of him actually to let them keep the stuff he'd identified as
appropriated.

     "Beep, Beep.  Coming through."  A boy, who couldn't have
been more than twelve or thirteen, pushed a small cart piled with
little boxes past Jeff, never once looking up to see who he'd
just {past : passed}.

     "I'm sorry.  You'll just have to make {due : do}."

     The ceremony itself wasn't going to be confined to RDF
personnel only.  Aunt Margie and Father Ryan would most certainly
attend.  He was certain Kay would be there as well.  She always
brought his squadrons good luck when she attended the ceremonies.
He had the feeling he was going to need all the good luck he
could {handle : get} with this squadron.

     "Easy," Cindy said, pulling out the other part of their plan
and holding it up.  "{Duck : Duct} tape."

Unless the consonant has finished shifting by then.

     His surprise turned to astonishment when they passed through
the tape barrier and headed for the squadron's hangar.  Just who
were these people and why where they not staying with the
spectators?  Closer examination as they passed only deepened his
curiosity.  Most were as old or even older than he was.  Looking
like residents of an 'RDF retirement home', they congregated in
front of the open hangar doors, chatting together like old
friends at a reunion.

I'd been wondering when someone would start bringing in all the unwilling
retirees and RIFees.

     Doctor {Nikki :} Takahashi arrived about the same time as his
pilots.  All looked proper in their uniforms but he couldn't help
noticing that Daisy was walking a little oddly.  Probably from
the shoes, he thought with a silent chuckle.  Even low heels were
a challenge to someone used to wearing RDF flight boots.

    "Your pilots have children?" Rolf gasped.

     "Of course not, sir."  When the General nodded and turned
back around, Jeff added: "At least, none that we know of."

Hmmm.  It's a bit harder denying maternity than paternity.

     Dutch and Mad Dog exchanged grins.  Dr Takahashi continued
looking straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to all going on
around her.  General Emerson couldn't shake her tranquility, even
when he stopped in front of her and grunted like he couldn't
believe Jeff had somehow talked *her* into going.

I'd think that if the General was aware of her, he'd know why she was eager
to leave and why the base hospital was eager to let her go.


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