We have just enough time to get the guns and then the enemy is upon us. I’m impressed. Usually a rag-tag operation like this has more holes than a prostitute's fishnets. Of course the advance squad is no match for our superior firepower, so we hastily subdue them and move on.

“You in Major?”
“Like a...”
“Good, you’re going to take a left when you get to the end of the corridor. Look for a trash chute. Open...”
“Hold on, no one mentioned anything about a trash chute!”
“Major, do you mind, I’m trying to pilot Cloelia and give you directions at the same time. Now, open the trash chute and pull the yellow wire, not the green one, then that should provide enough of a distraction for you to go in, get the ladies, then...”
“Bust out like a...”
“Major, there’s a troupe of soldiers coming from that way and another one coming from the other direction. If we don’t move fast we’ll be cornered.“
“All right, it’s down this way. Look for a trash chute.”
"I aint goin’ in no damn trash chute. Remember what happened to Solo and Luke?"
“Captain!”

And then she fainted. I’ve worked with her for 17 years, and she’s never done anything girly like this before. If I wasn’t on a mission, I’d think it was sexy, but now...It was like...

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