#14
by Ltn Vasquez
Gale had remembered finding his dorm and falling asleep, slipping into a fever dream that quickly faded into until only the memory of a structure remained. Sitting back up in his bed, the fever dying down, he remembered it being a massive structure who's paint peeled away, leaving the crumbling brick; The double doors themselves had been opened, but whether he'd entered, he could not recall.
Stepping out of his dorm, he heard the sounds of his radio going off: The experiment would start soon, and they wanted Task Force Deltas -6 and -5 Task on watch.
He did a roundabout and began his rummaging through his room until he had his equipment, and, only ten minutes later, both task forces were waiting outside, fully equipped and waiting by spinning helicopter's that only lowered the temperature more than anyone thought possible. On orders, both teams boarded the two helicopters where, upon finding a seat, Gale spotted Lander.
"Any idea how long it'll take to get there." Lander asked.
Gale glanced at his watch and back up, wondering why he had looked at it. His watch wouldn't tell him. "An hour or so, I expect. These machines are fast, so we won't expect any delay. I hope you brought something to pass the time, we're probably going to waste the day there until the site director lets us destroy that thing and let us go".
Lander took a moment to ponder this. "I think I'll probably just wander aimlessly around the site for a bit. Maybe try finding Wilson if I'm bored enough."
Gale smiled at this, perhaps at Wilson or Lander's foreshadowed supreme boredom. "If you'd like, I have a few novels that might interest you, but its mostly old stuff, pretty sure it wouldn't interest you".
Lander glanced over at Gale "What do you got?"
Gale pulled his pack off and peered into the abyss of equipment and books, "Atlas Shrugged, 1984, The Giver..." Gale rummaged about, finding that his books were so much less appealing than he thought, despite his own interest in such texts, "The only thing I can see you reading is some of Kant's works. Logic and reason are what structure our lives, but I can't say the same for you."
Knowing this trip would take a while, Lander decided to go with the only book Gale listed that he actually recognized. "Eh, I'll take 1984." Lander said, to which Gale tossed over. He himself was halfway through Rand's book. He continued reading as they neared the site.