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[Steel God]

Steel God stumbles, and careens down the dimly light hall way, shaking his head to clear the noxious odor from his sinus cavity. In the dim lighting he sees the outline of that outrageous hat of Dog Soldier's walking down the center aisle. SG breaks into a trot, pausing after 100 or so feet to get sick. The stains from the illness splatter onto his shirt before the coffee stains have even had a chance to dry.

Dog never broke stride, or quickened his pace...his gait matching his demeanor. Finally Steel God catches up to him...placing a hand on his shoulder he spins Dog around maybe a touch too quickly, Dog's clipboard which is ubiquitously tucked under his left arm nearly....but not quite...coming lose.

Steel God tries to focus on Dog's eye, but that damned hat keeps drawing his gaze upward.

Finally Dog breaks the spell and asks, "yes Sir? May I help you?"

Steel God...hesitating...spit and vomit flecked through his beard.....looks plaintively at Dog, and says:

"PLEASE....tell me....WHAT....WHY.......HOW?"

But SG collapses in a heap at Dog's feet. Dog pulls a boot out from under the collapsed Vice Commander....casually wiping the spittle from the toe of his boot on the back of his trouser leg. Sighs, and reaches for the cell phone.