Snippet #2305219

Locke stood there and stared at Alex, thinking of what to do with his intoxicated soldier. This was the first time he's seen Alex drunk, and obviously this could not go unpunished with such massive preparations underway for the most daring invasion conducted by man. He dropped his hand having made up his mind. Silence befell the room and rung out in the air.

"Someone take this man to Colonel Lamberg before I have to deal with him myself," he said, his voice filled with anger and muffled rage. Only an imbecile would have the audacity to get drunk while such an atmosphere of this kind, while lethal weapons around every corner could be found. Locke stepped away from Alex, turning towards Dylan and scratching his chin. Dylan looked back, almost afraid of what could happen next.

"Should I... still run the simulation?" Dylan asked.

"Yes," Locke replied, "if this is how our teammate wants to act then we'll have to do without him." Under Omega Division bi-laws, Alex could be suspended for being under the influence while deployed. If he were to do it again he could be fired. What was more important was how did he get enough alcohol to get drunk?

Locke turned around and looked at the still line of his teammates.

"I said someone get Alex the hell out of here!"