“Jones.”
“Sir!”
“I fail to understand the situation here, son.”
“Sir?”
“Less than an hour ago I left you here with a multi-million dollar vehicle.”
“Sir.”
“An extremely expensive rover sat here not 45 minutes ago.”
“Sir.”
Major Christopher Alan Hallace held out his arms, the suit’s stiffness minimizing the effect.
“Sir?”
“Where is it?”
“Ah, see sir…”
“Jones.”
“Sir?”
“I hear one more ‘Sir’ outta you I’m gonna kick you over the side of this crater.”
“Si…” 
Ensign Phillips Buford Jones pointed.
They both looked down.
“Over the side, son?”
Jones nodded, quickly bouncing away from the Major’s boot.

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