T w e n t y S i d e d
I don’t know what happens after you die, but I do know what happens when an XCOM soldier almost dies–and whatever does or doesn’t lie beyond the grave, it can’t be much worse than post-apocalyptic guerrilla military hospital food. Today it’s porridge. You can make porridge out of anything, and apparently, they have.
Fisher says he doesn’t mind it. Fisher is liar, and in direct consequence, one of the most reassuring members of the unit. He and I have some disagreements about Operation Gasping King.
“It’s a simple clean-cut operation,” he says. “The rookies are ready to go, and Donny will be there to cover their backs. I say it’ll go down with no serious problems.”
“They’re all gonna fuckin’ die,” I suggest.
“You don’t have any faith in the Commander. Operation Gatecrasher went down alright, didn’t it?”
I look over the infirmary, current site of the Operation Gatecrasher afterparty, still going strong after nearly a week. “If the plan is for us to develop a tolerance to alien grenades, then we’re off to a strong start.”
Fisher shushes me–the snow is clearing from the operations monitor set up by the surgical table. We’re not supposed to be watching this, since we’re in recovery, but the medics aren’t real doctors and they can all eat my ass.
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