Dillon didn’t want to witness the coming punitive actions. He rode west, out of the war zone and away from his beloved Virginia. *******************...Dillon had left Appomattox making his way from Virginia southwest through the war torn southern states to New Orleans. He dodged both Union patrols and the remnants of the Confederate Army along the way. The Confederate States of America may have surrendered, Dillon said to himself but I haven’t. It took him most of six weeks of drifting to get to. The recon team is all that’s left. i don’t think we’re going to survive. CENTRAL COMMAND Listen to me soldier. You drop everything and get back to the city with your intel at any cost. That’s an order! PANEL 25: She flips off the screen as a display conforms engines engaged. CELESTE Sorry Central Command… PANEL 26: The craft rises unevenly as the dragon on the roof takes notice and spreads it’s wings. CELESTE This fight’s already started. PANEL 27: The craft rear engines fire and it’s guns roar. He watched as his breaks swelled out in hishands to a nice C cup and a weight he was hardly expecting."You'll get use to those as well as going to the bathroom sittingdown." Robert said as Roger felt a tickle on his neck. Reaching back,he found his former short hair had just stopped half way down his back."If you weren't my bro - sis - I'd date you myself." What about mom and dad?" Roger asked in a new high pitch voice andstarring at an unfamiliar face in his wall mirror. "What about school?". It seemed a bit like hitting a nut with a sledge hammer to put me up before a General Court Martial. A District Court Martial has the sentencing power to award up to 4 years inside a military prison, and surely they weren't going to give me more than that. It was an open and shut case, I had definitely struck a superior officer, and most of the great and the good of HQ BAOR had been there to witness it. That was part of the problem, well, of my problem. The fact that the crime had been carried.