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"Sir? Take a look at this - I think I've figured out what all this alien gibberish means."
Sam leaned on a cracked purple panel next to the functional one.
"All right, trooper. What'cha got for me?"
"Well, sir, this appears to be a map of some sort... I'm surprised its still functioning considering that the reactor core over there - " He pointed at the orange cylinder sticking out from a pod of some sort the UFO's floor " - has a crack in it. No offense sir, but next time, don't throw explosives around this stuff. Alien equipment breaks just as easily as ours does... "
Sam gave the engineer a condescending smile.
"Maybe next time, _private_, you'd like to go in yourself and politely ask the aliens if they want to come out of the UFO so that we can have their equipment intact?"
"No sir... but... " Michael stammered and turned red.
"Don't worry about it trooper. After all, you're the X-Com trooper around here... Anyway, what's the map of?" Sam's face regained a business-like look.
"Well, sir, I think it's a topographical map of the area the UFO is located in. Back in X-Com I got to work with these navigational units... As far as I can tell, the UFO is right here." Mike pointed at some alien writing next to a dot.
"What's that?" Sam pointed to a cluster of gray dots surrounded by a box.
"I don't know sir. Probably a bunch of buildings... "
"All right. We might as well check it out... it can't get much worse than this... " Sam trailed off.
Plus, we're running out of supplies, Sam added mentally.
Written on August 30 by Andrew Pokrovski AKA Captain Samuel Wychin.