[Mia the Mud]

Andy sighed. Pablo was right. The mud was scared haft to death; there was no point of integrating it. He wasn’t going to get any information. He lifted his gun, pointing it away from the mud. It was a good thing too. He was starting to feel uncomfortable. In his mind, little back flashes of the labs kept haunting him. He promised himself not to hurt a mud, unless it was for defence.

He looked at Pablo, “Agreed. We just should wait in the R+R. We wouldn’t be in anyone way.” He took another breath from his tank. It made a noise that resembled the sound that Darth Vader made.

With that he turned away from the mudokon and marched away. All of a sudden, he wasn’t feeling so great. Memories. That was it. Memories that he wanted to forget.