YAY!! My 30th.

Someone shoot me, please, really. I really think my stress is starting to increase, rather than decrease. The reasons are my own, and have nothing to do with the usual gammit of money, job, etc.

Anyway, off to go see a flick, get lunch.

Stick walks and leans in the door, "What's my verdict, this stinks like 3 day old meat. I've found everything I can on the net, and that's even suspect."

Stick detaches from the wall, and starts towards the galley, "I'm going to get a drink, want something old timer?"

Stick levers himself up, and follows Marshall and Artemis out, and briefly pauses turning to Eye, "I'll hit the net, and see what I can find on that building. Anything else?"

Stick looks over at Marshall, "For once I'm in agreement, I don't suppose anyone has asked what government building they stole it from?"

Actually...I was under the impression that the Manta was inside also based on what Nex had said also. I'll edit to put myself on the Lycoan. Sorry.

Stick wakes with a start, "GOD DAMN I hate that AI."

Stick stands and slowly starts making his way to observation deck. A lean man, his brown hair is hanging around his shoulders, and not in it's customary ponytail.

Stick is sprawled on the couch with the TV on mute in the Lycoan's ward room. Dressed in jeans, wife-beater t-shirt. And snoring.