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   “Jack,” Sullivan said. “Don't do it.”

   “Those bastards...”

   “The squadron's dead, and killing yourself won't bring them back,” his friend said. A blue light washed over his controls, his system taken over from outside. “I'm not letting you commit suicide when you have a baby waiting at home.”

   “Mo, I swear...”

   Sullivan cut the channel, and after a moment attempting to break the lock his friend had established on the controls, Conway slumped back in his couch, defeated. The faces of his friends flashed in front of his head, happy and cheerful the morning before, talking about what they would be doing after the war. All the plans were ended, all the hopes and dreams turned to dust.

   The computer brought the two of them back on board, while he sat at the controls, staring forward. Sliding up through the decks, he could see somber faces waiting for him, his wife standing next to Xylander, fresh tears on his face, stoic calm on hers. Mechanically, he opened the lower hatch, and dropped down to the deck, stepping forward.

   Waiting on the table was the jug of vodka, only two glasses left, Chief Cruz looking at them as though she might bring the rest of the pilots back to life through sheer force of will.

   “Jack, I'm so sorry,” Mallory said.

   “So am I,” he replied, trying to hold on.

   “We had the message we were waiting for,” Xylander said, darkly. “The war's over.”

   “Thank God for that,” Sullivan said, climbing down from his fighter. “Maybe now...”

   “There's more,” Conway said, looking at his wife. “Tell me.”

   She closed her eyes, looked down at the deck, and said, “There was a malfunction in the relay at the egress point. The Armistice took effect in this system two hours ago.”

   “Before we even launched,” Sullivan muttered.

   Holding his arm, she continued, “You couldn't have known, none of us could. There's no question of blame, just...”

   Shrugging her off, he walked over to the table, picked up the jug of vodka, and smashed it to the deck. He looked down at the shattered glass on the floor, then looked up at his wife.

   “Nothing. Ten of my friends died, and it was all for nothing.”

   “Jack...,” she began, but he walked out of the hangar deck, and didn't look back.

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