MIND OF LIES

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The scramble alert goes off while Howard Larkin is hunched over the toilet in mid-heave. The scream of the klaxon neatly covers the sound of his retching as he empties his stomach.

He curses, loudly. He shouldn't even be on the active duty rotation, not after scrambling two days earlier. Not unless…

Thud thud thud. A fist hammers against his door.

The voice of Vicki Dawson cuts through the shrill tones of the alert. "Larkin! APR! Get the hell out here!"

APR: All Pilots Requested. The scramble alert is for every UHEC on station. Even the ones whose pilots are still hungover from a celebratory night out on the town.

He groans. "I'll meet you at the hangar."

He shouldn't do it. He should report as medically unfit for duty, and allow another pilot from another station to take his place if necessary. But he would never hear the end of it. He might even be removed from combat duty entirely.

So he grabs a handful of aspirin and chokes it down with the rest of his combat drugs. If his head still bothers him once he gets into the field, the UHEC has an integrated morphine drip.