My Promotion

But Tara wasn't having any of it and started singing the words to Philosophy* as loud as her injured body would let her...
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"Blimey, what IS that?" said Dean coming back over from the corner where'd he been talking with Jasmine. "Hey Phil, WW. Nice of you to return.""Yeah, just us though.""Whatever. Anyway, where's Jay guys? I ned to clear some paperwork through with him."
"Well, actually, that's the thing." started WW,
"Hmm?" said Dean, not really paying attnetion, daydreaming about what Jas has just been saying.
"LT COMMANDER!" shouted WW cutting into his reverie...
"Hmm? No, wait, Jay's Lt. Commaner, I'm just Lt. sir."
"Forsmeg's sake! LISTEN! JAY IS DEAD! GONE! YOU THEREFORE HEAD THE PILOTING BODY OF THE BD! UNDERSTAND?"
"Cool."
Dean paused.
"Wait, he's dead?"
WW nodded.
Dean checked the date on his watch. Not  April 1st.
"As in dead dead?"
"As in not coming back to bail your ass out dead." said Phil, (WW could swear that smoke was coming out of his nostrils).
"Well, why you telling me!" said Dean, showing his sensitive side, "we should go tell Alota."
"We?" asked WW
"Well, you and Phil as you were there, and me as I have kinda stepped into his boots."
"Alright then."
 
The Trio arrived at Alota's door and knocked.
"Coming."
The door opened.
"You three look awfully down..."
 
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Dean "Downed Raven" Thomas