Shore Leave Part 3: The Return Of Stacy

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Down on the surface of the planet Zokez II, Stacy's erstwhile (and hopefully much more relaxed) crew began receiving messages over their comm rings and omnicoms.

||Shore Leave is now over, please return to the site for pick up. I repeat, Shore Leave is now over, please return to the site for pick up. I hope you have enjoyed your stay on Zokez II, but all good things must come to an end. Please return to the site for pick up. If you do not return, you will be left behind.||

She means it, too. Better get your butts back to the ship.

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John was not more relaxed, but then he hadn't been relaxed in last thirteen years so this was nothing new. This had just been a supply stop for him nothing more. Quietly he settled into the observation deck throwing a duffle bag with some of his new purchases underneath one of the strange seats before laying down on it, and stretching out. The rest of his supplies were in the humvee waiting to be moved back to Grand Central once they returned.

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Sarah was definitely not relaxed. Like her son, she hadn't been relaxed for some fucking twenty years. She camped out, wordless and glaring, with her back up against John's chosen couch. Her expression was distinctly uninviting and her own fingers curled around her own stuffed bag.

There was shit in there no one needed to know about.

Maybe belts and shit. And things with more pockets than fuckers in this crowd would know what to do with. She had leather gloves on, fingerless ones, that resembled driving gloves with the fingers left cut away. She also found boots, black ones, and they went with the leather outfit she wore right up to the optical enhancement glasses she'd found on some damn shop. They were clear at the moment, pretty much invisible, but they were awesome.