Solving Problems

“HAHAHAHAHA! Bloody hell!”

Desmond laughed his heart out after the ordeal within the Academy finished. As soon as they entered the helicopter where there is nobody else who can bother them, he laughed from the top of his lungs. Rivaling the sound of the main rotor blades of the helicopter and, seemingly shaking the vehicle as well.

There is but one reason why he’s in such a good mood and, it’s easy to determine what it is. Rocket science isn’t needed to understand that, Daemon’s accomplishment has left him in that state. Entertained by what just passed. Something which should be nothing more than a near impossibility.

“You really did it didn’t you? You fucking overcame that goddamed trauma of yours in just a single fucking day!” Desmond declared.

“Sir, watch your language.” Naga replied. Being more on the conservative side compared to the great war veteran.

“Oh I doubt language is a problem for this great son of a bitch here.” Desmond replied. Referring, of course, to none other than
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