Recapture

"Nice view, isn't it?"

Calvo turned around to see the business end of a stun gun pointed right at him. The guard in question wasn't in uniform, meaning she must be one of the guards "on break" at the **** dome. Calvo cursed himself. It only made sense that, even on break, someone would be on guard patrol.

The guard in question was a medium height woman, Hispanic, with flawless skin, deep brown eyes and dark straight hair that reached down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a tight, grey jumpsuit that accentuated her lush yet athletic body.

"Well, I guess the thing to do is to march you over to the radio shack and see what you're doing so far away from home."

Calvo realized that the 'vacationing' guards definitely hadn't heard about the fighter drone attack. But there was no way to take advantage of that now that he had been recaptured.

Calvo's brain was running a mile a minute, trying to come up with some kind of plan, as the guard marched him over to the communication center.