Masoul (Harmony War Series Book 2) by Michael Chatfield Page B

have to try and mitigate those chances. I’ve already asked the techs to change the simulated decks over. It’s going to take some work, but they’ve brought it up to higher. We’ll get something to practice on before we get there. With our higher pay, hopefully most of our troopers will want to stay awake and train instead of sleep,” Jerome said.
                  “Yeah, but there are twelve million people in Masoul right now. We both know that number is only going to grow while we sleep,” Mark said.
                  “When we link up with Fearless then we’ll be two hundred troopers strong,” Jerome said.
                  “Yes, if we link up with Fearless ,” Mark said. “ If they can keep the ship alive.”
                  Mark and Jerome’s eyes met.
                  “We both saw how she was looking after that blast to her unarmored side,” Mark reminded him.
                  Jerome grunted and sank back into his chair. He put the cigar back in his mouth.
                  They stewed in their own thoughts for a while. Nerva’s summons brought them out of those thoughts, and to their feet.
                  “Mess, ten minutes,” Mark said, reading it out loud.
                  “Yep, let’s see what else he’s found out,” Jerome said, as they turned their backs on Earth.
                  ***
                  Tyler slumped into a seat beside Mark. Jerome was on the other side, but deep into his paper work. Mark helped where he could, but he had his own paperwork to get through. Holm grabbed a round for everyone. Alexis and Lucille were there, having drinks and girl talk.
                  Alexis caught Tyler’s eye and waved to him. He smiled and waved back, as his headrest moved.
                  “Hey! I’m leaning here!” he said, as his brother looked to him with an almost exasperated look.
                  “Yeah I can feel your boney-ass shoulder in my arm,” he said, as he shifed again to annoy Tyler.
                  Tyler exhaled violently, but he was too tired to do anything about it. He had just been training on the sand planet, Ashkal.
                  Tyler thought it was the best kind of training. He knew how hard it was to run in sand. Fighting in it would be even shittier.Holm got to the booth, and slid in on the opposite side. He pinned Jerome to the rear.
                  Tyler grabbed the beer from his reclined position, and took a deep gulp. He let out a sigh, as the cold liquid made its way to his stomach.
                  “Thanks Holm,” Mark said, as he accepted a beer and raised it in thanks.
                  “No worries, I’m happy to just watch you three get through the miles of paperwork that I don’t have to do anymore,” Holm said happily. Jerome shot him a dirty look.
                  “Tyler, make sure that you’re near my drop point wherever we’re going. I’m stealing him as my second,” Jerome threatened.
                  “I’ll do my best,” Tyler grinned, as he looked over to Holm who rolled his eyes before he slouched into the couch.
                  “You hear something from up high?” Mark asked, as he sat back and shifted Tyler’s pillow.
                  “Seems that something’s coming down the pipe, and it’s causing some confusion,” Jerome said, as he looked up from his papers. “I don’t know where it is, but I know we’ll be hearing something about it soon enough.” He grabbed his beer and took a large gulp.
                  “I was talking to some of my old crew from Dominator. It looks like their mission was pulled when Reclaimer got back in system. Though, no one was given the new mission. Maybe we got it?” Holm said, as he looked to the