"I figured, but that's my only real desert experience. I mean, it's pretty desolate, but you can't say that the way to Vegas isn't very well marked," Bass said with a careless smile. "UFO freaks have got to be more interesting than the descendents of Scots and German farmers who are still farming the same land their ancestors did. Our only claim to fame is that Lincoln spent his childhood fifteen miles south of town."
Bass's smile faltered again, but then steadied, as he shook his head. "No, I had two sisters." Past tense, there. "But I meant me and Miles. Uh - Staff Sergeant Miles Matheson, if you've met him. My roommate and best friend. We grew up together, enlisted together. Most people sort of just lump us into Matheson-and-Monroe. The Corps figured out it was best to keep us together--more effective that way."
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Date: 2019-03-17 03:47 am (UTC)Bass's smile faltered again, but then steadied, as he shook his head. "No, I had two sisters." Past tense, there. "But I meant me and Miles. Uh - Staff Sergeant Miles Matheson, if you've met him. My roommate and best friend. We grew up together, enlisted together. Most people sort of just lump us into Matheson-and-Monroe. The Corps figured out it was best to keep us together--more effective that way."