When Scott entered the cell, the Red pilot was lying on a bare cot with his knees drawn up, staring at the ceiling. The pillow, bedsheets, and blanket were strewn over the floor.
"Doesn't anybody knock around here?" The pilot said it without looking at Scott. "Now what if I'd been in the middle of something?"
"Then I guess you'd be S.O.L.," said Scott.
At the sound of Scott's voice, the pilot's head rolled over to train his cobalt blue eyes in his direction. "Why, if it isn't Corporal Scott!" His voice was laced with sarcasm. "Finally! Someone who can actually see me!"
Scott shrugged. "Trust me, it's not that exciting."
The pilot laughed. "You love being special...being the only one who see me. Admit it."
"Honestly? I could do without it." Scott pulled up the only chair i
