// Jackson’s Log // Location: City of Harpka // Time 10:00 // Stand by mode //

  The city of Harpka was the military home base of operations; it was also the best looking, there was no clutter in the streets, everyone knew each other. And when someone need a chore done there was plenty of willing hands to help you with it and all you had to do to pay them back was a promise to help them later or buy the person a beer. You could say the town was “One big fricken family?” Simmons simulated a chuckle.

“Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t read my thoughts when I was off duty Simmons?” Jackson implied.

“Indeed we did agree to that, but do you have any idea how dull the other Nero-Counterparts are? Humans are far more interesting to listen to” Simmons replied.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t be such a smartass.” Jackson ’s voice pitched higher when he finished the sentence.

Simmons didn’t respond.

“Hey Jack!”

Jackson glanced to his left and when he recognized who it was he jogged up to the man in the combat truck who called his name.

“Hey Dick, good to see you’ll be getting to work on time today for once.” Jackson hopped in the slowly moving truck’s passenger side seat and gave the driver a friendly punch in the arm. “And you came to pick me up too? I must be getting through your thick skull.” Jackson laughed.

“Jack you know my name is Richards. Why do you keep callin’ me Dick?”

“Well I’ll stop callin’ ya Dick when you stop callin’ me Jack.” Jackson replied as he buckled his harness as the truck picked up speed.

“Well I like calling Jack. It’s short, strong, and to the point.” Richards commented as he pulled in the parking lot across from Fortress.”

“Then I guess I’ll keep calling you Dick.” Jackson points at the small stitched name tag on Richards’ uniform. “Because that’s what’s on your name tag Richards. And if memory deceives me you often think with it when it comes to talking to women.”

  Richards grinned at the remark about his abilities to impress women. “Well shoot Jackson, I may not be able to woo the ladies like you can, but I sure as hell can drive better then your sorry ass can.”

The two got out of the parked truck and were out in the street again when Jackson said. “Hey, That street light wasn’t there the before I hit it.”

 “Well it sure hell isn’t now.” Richards laughed.

“Like I said, humans are far more interesting to listen to.” Simmons said matter of factly.