You turn out of the door of the Cyon HQ info office. To the left is the rest of the spralling Cyon L.A. Complex. It's been a wonderful few days here, running standard check-ups. Now it is time to return to your post and report what you have lerned here. But how can you report the thing that truely makes tis place special. The random people from all walks of life trhown together. Fitting in such harmony. The situation is so serious, so perilous. But how can you feel sad whe the people are so fun? you can't use numbers and factor that into a report. You gaze at the base one more time, it would be so tempting to just stay. Just to become part of this great thing. But the real world calls, and you must go. You approch the gate. You run your scan-card thorugh the slot and the gates swing open. You are about to hit the gas and drive off into the Calafornian sunset and leave the base behind, whe you hear a tapping on your back window. You turn and look, it's John. He motions for you to get out of the car. You step out and see the whole Cyon crew sanding there smiling at you. |