The Gym is full. Every weight station in sight has a line and the basketball court is reserved for the next 10 hours by two soccer teams and a volleyball marathon. I guess I'll come back later.
The bar, Pete's, is full. The line to get the allotted two beers stretches all the way across the big tent and out the door. Looks like no beer tonight.
How is this happening? I find myself stuck in my room because there is simply nowhere else to be. The beloved isolation of our tiny base has vanished. Who is responsible I demand? Who could have possibly done this to us? Maxed out the precious little resources we had. Then I think about my last mission. 162 people came here on my jet. Ironically, the more 'work' I get done, the less I get to enjoy my time off. Oh well, off to go fly again.
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