Neutral Territory
Captain Shay straightened his helmet as he pushed the door open, heaving a deep sigh. He hated interviews. He walked up to the silver figure waiting for him at the end of the room. Feeling slightly stupid, he cleared his throat loudly, sure that his loud footsteps should have announced his arrival, already.The interviewer was tiny, her back turned to him, her mane of silver hair reflecting the halogens off in all directions. She turned around, and for the first time in his short life of...
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