Dizzy Flores (Starship Troopers)

Fire Station (Waterloo)

Since we successfully put paid to the arachnid threat, life's been a little too quiet for me.

Don't get me wrong; if I never saw Klendathu again it would be too soon. But, I have to admit, hanging round the Fire Station at Waterloo every night would not be my choice of a happily ever-after-story. At least, not without my beloved Johnny Rico.

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There's no way any of us could have gone back to Argentina of course. Those clever bugs saw to that, wiping out Buenos Aires and a good deal of the rest of South America too. But I can't help pining for a bit more action than pints in London with be-suited morons waiting to catch a McDonalds and a train ride home to a long-suffering missus.

Maybe this is my mid-life version of administrative punishment!

Mind you, The Fire Station is certainly a nostalgia trip for me; plenty of bugs in here. In fact, the place is absolutely teeming with the bleeders.

Sometimes, just for old time's sake, I take to stalking them, weaving in and out of the tables then stomping them into oblivion. Some of the punters think I'm a head-case, but the regulars know me well enough to let my hob-nail boots do their worst.

Not that they know the full story; I'm a deceased inter-galactic war hero of course; but, to them I'm just that alcoholic ginger witch, who goes a bit loopy now and then dancing on the floors, swatting the walls with her copy of London Lite.

What of the others? Well, to be honest I don't know what happened to them. I got to have Johnny Rico once, but after that, he just didn't want to know. The pig. Looking at it objectively, I guess you can't blame him, what with that bug slicing me in two and all that (Why didn't we have better guns?).

All the same, I can't help feeling that my death was all a bit too convenient for old lover-boy. As soon as I'd copped it, he was off like a nuke, no doubt pursuing that twisty-mouthed hag Carmen. As far as I know he's still pining for that old bike in a starship. (oooh it 'bugs' me so much)

Well, at least I've got my memories. And at least the earth is safe again, thanks in no small part to me. Wait a minute, that's interesting; what's going on outside?

Gosh, the sky sure is getting dark ……..

Dizzy Flores rating for the Fire Station – 1 / 10

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