Pride and Glory

There is a small wrist computer on the desk in front of you. You pick it up and open it.

The screen lights up and there is Officer Drake sitting at the desk on the screen.

Drake: "VIC... take a mesage."
VIC: "Why do I always got to do this crap?"
Drake: "Because you are the computer... Now shut the hell up and take the message."
VIC: "Fine... I was already recording, dumbass."
Drake sighs

"Officer Drake Avonside's log... The other day I finaly recived that armor I ordered from CSF main base. It's a realy nice suit. My only issue with it is that I had to aattach a mic to the side of the helmet for people to understand me when I speak... I guess we can't always get everything we want."

"The shipyard has been mostly quiet for the past couple days... I don't like it. It feels like the calm before the storm. I can aready tell that this probably won't last much longer."

Drake leans back in his chair and looks off to the side.

"I have the feeling that maybe... maybe there is still more to this investigation than I can see. It's like somethings missing. I don't know what, but somethings not adding up."

Drake leans foward again, looking at the screen.

"Anyways...Like I said before, it's been slow around the shipyard. So, my job's been kinda easy. I've been keeping the streets clear and safe. Just the way I like it. I still prefer to have someone around once in a while though."

Drake sighs.

"I do have a bit of bad news... My father is coming to visit me at my appartment. He's always holding something over me. I want it to stay kinda quiet around to show him the good job I'm doing here. Maybe... just maybe he'll get off my case. Sucks that he was in that accident years back... now he just floats around in that creepy tin can."

Drake turns his head slightly from the screen and laughs a bit.

"I call him Spaz now... He always Spazzes out when you keep beer around him. He loves his beer."

"Well... that's it for now. I got to run. Officer Avonside signing off."

Drake:"ok... I'm done. Turn it off VIC."
VIC:"It's off..."
Drake stands up and starts to walk off and then he slips on something and falls on the floor in front of the desk.

VIC laughs at Drake.
VIC:"Oh, man... I'm glad I caught that one!"
Drake:"You were still recording?!"
VIC laughing: "Yea! I'm so posting this on the internet."
Drake: "WHY YOU!"

Drake reaches tword the screen from hanging on the edge of the table. The screen goes dark.