“I really do hate these remote assignments.” Hobbie said, shielding his eyes from the unforgiving sun.
“I know what you mean, Hobbs. If it gets any worse, I’ll volunteer to go back to Hoth and shovel snow!” Wes replied as he fought what little fabric was available to cover him.
“We didn’t have a choice. The extreme weather meant that we either set down here and wait, or risk running out of fuel and then we’d be in real trouble.” Tycho reminded them, before tapping Wedge on the shoulder, “Right, boss?”
Their leader grinned, “Absolutely. Speaking of no fuel… Waitress; another Sunset Margarita, please.”
My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And as a man who travels a lot, it really is a pain when the weather has to cause that unfortunate delay. 😀
I hope you all enjoy.