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Why We Fight

“Pleased to meet you, Sergeant.” George held out his hand and Big Al grasped it firmly. “Please, sit down. Would you like a drink? Cigar?”

“No thanks,” Al replied, “I’m fine.”

“OK then, straight to business.” George sat down behind his desk, adjusted his cuffs, and leaned forward with an earnest expression. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your group, and I’m impressed. Very impressed.”

Big Al tried to remain impassive. Their last mission certainly hadn’t been impressive. One of his team members had been killed, and they didn’t have enough C-bills in their coffers to replace the lost equipment. The fact was, they couldn’t afford to keep operating freelance.

“I’d like to make you an offer,” George continued. “We have space for a new mercenary company on our DropShip. We think your team would fit in perfectly.”

“What’s the catch,” Al asked, blunt as always.

“Well,” George replied, “there is one thing. We’ve got a guy who wants to be a MechWarrior. Great kid, his sister is one of our pilots. If you could take him on, I’m sure he would be an asset to your lance.”

Big Al pretended to think about it. “I’ll have to talk to the guys,” he said as he stood up. “I’ll let you know.” But he already knew that there was no alternative. They would have to accept Gorgeous George’s offer.

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Why We Fight
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