The Call

Sgt. Rodgers strapped herself into the cockpit next to to the pilot. She readied herself for takeoff. She was prepared to leave us all behind when all the sudden she received a call on her radio. "Sarg, I think I found something." Jones says in a less than confident voice. "Oh you did, did you?" She replies. "Yes, I believe we have found what we were looking for." "That's too  bad we've already left." Sgt. Rodgers says, flipping off her radio. The pilot turns his head towards Sgt. Rodgers. "What?" She snaps. "Permission to speak?" He asks. "Permission granted. But be brief." "Do you suppose there is some truth in what Private Jones was saying?" He asks. "There might be. However, to turn back would be to admit I was wrong, and I do not do that." "But what if we could use the technology for our own good?"  Sgt. Rodgers sighs. She flips back on her radio. "Private, stay right where you are. Don't let those two or the mask get out of your sight."