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fore he signed on the dotted line.
He was musing over this and other curiosities of Arcturius, when the
diffident knocking on the door took him by surprise. Who was it at this time
of night?
"Yes?"
"Room service. The drinks you ordered, Sir."
What drinks? He hadn't ordered any. Whose idea of a joke was this?
He opened the door to sort the problem out. Eight very familiar faces stared
back.
"You didn't think we were going to let you spend your first night as a
Corporal alone, did you?", said Drake. They laughed. He knew that laugh.
"Gettim!"
Eight pairs of strong arms took hold and half dragged, half carried him to
the misappropriated Taxi waiting outside. The locals must hate Colonial
marines, he thought.
"It's party time! The whole towns gonna know we're here!" shouted an
obviously half-drunk Hudson, to a chorus of whoops and yells.
"Take us to the worst place in the city", said Drake.
"Oh man, you don't wanna go there! No fare is worth going to that place!",
said the nervous driver.
"Don't worry, we'll leave you at the Che
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