"Resupplying? Getting food? Honestly, mate, I don't know." William walked into the ship and sat on a seat, holding his high tech helmet close. They had survived the first mission. No casualties. No wounded. It was an almost perfect start to the ParaCom project. If only Gath wasn't so violent, this would be a perfect start. The promotion some of them would get was a bonus, too.

With that, Will dozed off into his own little world.