May 3rd, 2034
We’re heading down to the air base before sun-up to do a little snooping around. Bagman hasn’t set eyes the place for six months and it’s all he can talk about. He’s obsessed with the joint. He figures if the Threak rousted him from his digs in the Southern Sierras during the “big roll out,” as he calls it, then the least he can do is scope their digs out in case he’s ever in a position to repay the favor.
Sounds reasonable to me.
It s nice to have my friend back.