h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*turns around to check on the Colonel who seems to have secured herself properly*

Tower this is X-ray three zero niner requesting permission for takeoff

Roger Three Zero Niner you are clear for runway two seven

*presses the throttles to their stops*

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*shuts down the engines, pops the canopy and unbuckles*

*stands and turns around to make sure the Colonel is having no trouble*

*Maintenance crew rushes forward with ladders, and the words

"Colonel in the hanger"

can be heard*

*Staggers out of the cockpit and climbs slowley down the steps*

Thank you Major, I have to go and carry on with the mundane now, but I'm impressed with what I've seen, drop by my office later and have a drink with me

*Turns and leaves*

*calls after her* No problem ma'am anytime.

*heads to his office/storage room to change*

*after changing into a fresh jumpsuit heads to the armory*

*walks in and takes the computer over to the X-309 and begins fiddling*

*looks of anger crosses his face*

SON OF A ........

*begins kicking the aircrafts front wheel*

Why won't you interface you snobby piece of, ARGGGHHHHH

*slams down the console he was working on and goes storming out of the hanger in the direction of the mess*

*comes jogging in*

Wind it up sergeant, it's go time!

*runs into his office to change into his flight suit as the sergeant begins pre-flighting the plane*

*saunters over to his plane*

Is she ready?

You bring my girl back in one piece sir, remember, this is my plane, I just loan it to you *hands AkronU his helmet*

*laughs* I'll have her home in time for letterman sarge

*climbs into cockpit, does a runup, taxies, and takes off for Area 51*

*In the silent hangar there is the unmistakable sound of a


CLICK

as a camera shutter is snapped.

From behind a pile of crates steps a figure, revealed to be a man in his mid twenties, with lank black hair, rimless spectacles, a dirty suit and a satchel bulging with notepaper, news clippings, a casette recorder and a cheese sandwich. A large camera hangs from a strap round his neck.

He edges towards the door leading from the hangar to the rest of the base, looking shiftily from side to side. When he establishes nobody has seen him he vanishes into the base*

*Sgt. Craun walks in chomping on an unlit cigar*

Damn, smells like some of that fancy cologney that those fly boys use

*scratches his head and walks into the maintenance bay to do some work*

*The Prometheus lands and the crew disembark*

Ok go and have a meal and something to drink we'll debrief tomorrow

Dismissed

*Leaves*

*Grins*

Yes, ma'am!

*Nods at the others, grabs her crutches, and starts limping for the door.*

*walks to the mess hall*

*lands the X-309*

*Climbs out of the cockpit*

Looks like you treated my girl well

She's a dream date sergeant

*heads to his desk to fill out his after action report*

*finishes his report*

Sarge, you want to grab a cup of coffee

Some of us have to work for a living Major, but I could use a cup of Joe

*Both head to the mess*

*disembarks and goes to the practice range, rather frustrated that he never took part in any of the action*