It's around 2:00 a.m. and I thought I wanted to share with you all a little spoiled from one of the next chapters in Preston Marlowe goes to Equestria. Hope you all like it.
"I should clear this with Braidwood."
"No, no, no, no, no," Sweetwater objected. "Bad idea. You know what he's gonna do. He'll just send some Special Ops douchebags with...with pussy ass hearbeat moniters on their guns instead of us.
That left with only Haggard to decide. "Sarge, what do you think?"
Sarge just growled in frustration. "Man, what am I now, 46 years old? I've got the three of you bastard kids to look after, a career going nowhere, two years ago, this was supposed to be my last goddamn mission. Now this shit? I can't do this, I just can't."
I looked over my watch, time was running out. "What about just saving a country in another world from certain doom?"
"Then what?" Sarge snapped.
Nikolai shrugged. "That's all. If you want to, you can take a little vacation after all this is done just to to rest away all the troubles in the battlefield. Sure, it maybe a world of rainbows and sunshine, but it takes away the stress from the battlefield. Then you come back, feeling refreshed and relax to finish this war and that's it."