Climbing out of the cockpit of his Viper, Achillies jumped to the deck. He had volunteered for the late night CAPs for the past few weeks. It was always a good way to excuse his sleeping late in the mornings, hiding his drinking under a cover of duty. Stripping his flight suit half off he walked slowly down the silent row of Vipers sitting in the hanger until he came on one that had someone under it. Leaning down he looked under the sleek fighter.
"Everything OK?" He asked the cursing person working on the ship.