Tails lands expecting a congratulations for his reconnaissance success, but no one is there. He looks over and sees the Hurricanes and Spitfires but the runway is empty besides that. "Hey what's wrong we got a jump on them. We should be happy." The tower answers. "Listen up." He hears in a harsh tone. "The people who went up to cover your ass were in our only operable planes. The others still can't fly yet and the bombers that got through destroyed half of our base. Look around you bastard." Tails swivels his head and sees the bombed out field. The base looks like the surface of the moon. "Wait you can't possibly believe it was my fault? I had no choice." "If you had just taken your death like a real soldier then the 100 crew here wouldnt have died. You called in to save one man and open a way for enemy bombers to destroy our base. That doesn't balance. Next time that happens your days of flight are over and people will shun you for life." Tails rolls his eyes. This man always got mad at people of higher rank because he was slow to be promoted. Even when Tails did something right it was still his fault. Tails' temper is running high and is threatening to explode. Eventually…
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