[M.O.M]

In his home made mail box that was next to his sleeping bag there was a note, the paper was a vomit yellow and scrawled on it was 'If you want to become a big bro meet in barracks No. 7868 tomorrow night 7:00'

He stared at the paper, when a voice behind him said;

"Whats that?"

JK jumped and span to come face to face with another slig,

"nothing much"

The slig huffed and walked out, JK got into his sleeping bag and fell asleep almost instantly.

Noise greeted him in the morning, of sligs, and bigbros going in and out the barracks, he got up and looked at the notice board, no new news except for one note, scribbled on it was next week 7:00 Valet the slig will provide entertainment for the night.

JK didnt take too much notice to it, he was still thinking about the note. He once remembered a loser of a crawling slig got a note like that, and when he went he was beaten to a pulp.

His day job as gaurd at the Fee. Co Depot main station passed quickly, and it was his night off, so no night patrol tonight.

The time was 6:30, the barracks foyer was deserted, he walked to a telporter labelled 7000-8000, just as he pulled the lever he cocked his gun. He wouldnt be beaten into a pulp. He appered in a long hall, he started walking down it, the hall was empty and silent......'Clank'.....JK dived behind a pillar he looked round the pillar and he saw a empty blitzpacker can rolling towards him, he glanced at where it came from, a sign above a door read out No. 7868, he checked his ammo, cocked his gun and walked into the door and was greeted by.......