HMS-Hood The officers hand slid over the top of her M6’s holster. Commander don’t. The stern voice of one of the guards said to her. Leaving the cell with the door closing behind her, she opens her mouth. “How can I, how could I not. They killed innocent civilians. The ones we swore to protect.”
”Tomorrow, we can see if she has any more valuable information”
The officer heads back up to her office. She should probably finish her report for ONI and FLEETCOM thinking to herself. “Kenzie, would you play Out of Tune, Back Seat Lovers. The soothing guitar, and lyrics pour out of her office speakers. She sits back in her chair thinking of the last time she heard it. Prom with her first boyfriend? In her old college dorm before she enlisted? It had been so long since she heard the old Earth song. Leaning back into her chair, she fell dozed off to the lyrics “we were just a posers with guitars that were always out of tune.”