Ghost Dreams

He was falling from high altitude. He checked his numbers: pressure, speed, ticker, time, date...had to remember the date in case you ended up in the E.R. with no idea how you got there or how long you've been there.

He could see the ground starting to get close. His suit was handling the pressures and he knew time was short.

The squirrel suit deployed at the exact moment he needed it. He hugged the canyon wall as he flicked by at over 150 miles per hour. Details were a blur as greenery and white rock melded into each other.

Parachute deployed and he could see the house. Along one of the hillsides. He landed hard, as expected, hid his chute, and headed out to the site. He glassed the area. He counted 4 snipers. They either missed him as went by or they were looking for him in the wrong places.

One by one he took them out, but they didn't go down, he tried again, and again.

He looked up and was overshadowed by a gargantuan figure looking down at him. A Dragon in Red. It's maw opening wider and wider until it began to swallow him up!...

He awoke in theinfirmary.

They were alone. Vuelo was sleeping. He sensed they were both healed. But it hurt. There was pain there. Still needed a few minutes. He hoped that the others made it out alive. He looked at the clock. And the date. Always check the date. It was still today.

3 hours ago he was in the field. Now in the infirmary. He was getting too old for this shit. He looked for his pack. There it was, near Vuelo.

He saw a nurse glance into the room and raised a hand.
"Is there something I can help you with," she said with a smile.
"Uh, yeah...Could I get a cup of hot water? I'd like to have some tea," he said to her.

She looked at him sideways, noting the bandages and blood. "Sure, let me get your nurse too, you look like you could use more than just a cup of tea."

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