A3Writer: F³ Free Falling
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Friday, July 20, 2018

F³ Free Falling


            The rookie screamed as he fell through the hole in the clouds. I waited a good five seconds before diving after him. We had been on some cirrus clouds at around 45,000 feet, so we had some time to kill on the way down.
            I caught up with the idiot, screaming and thrashing in the open air, so I gave him a Jack Dailey Joy Buzzer from ten feet away. It wasn’t more than a mild shock, but it got his attention and shut him up for thirty seconds.
            “Hi there, I’m Reilly, and I’ll be your drill instructor today.”
            Wild-eyed confusion and panic, but nothing verbal came out of his working mouth.
            Fine by me. I want this guy doing, not talking.
            “You may have noticed that we are currently in free fall, about to descend below 42,000 feet at terminal velocity. That gives us about 4 minutes before splat, enough time for a decent conversation. I want to talk to you about your future.”
            He started screaming again.
            Rookies.