By: David Wainio “I’m sorry Sir but there’s no way I can have the Fire Wraith repaired in four hours.” Master Tech Sergeant Harding waved his diagnostic pad at his C.O. to emphasis his point. “The arm alone is a four hour job – and that would be with two astechs assisting. But give me all night and we can have everyone ready to roll by early morning tomorrow.” “That’s the order Sergeant. Just do what you can, that’s all I ask.” “Then I’ve got no time to loose,” sighed Harding. “If you’ll excuse me Sir?” “By all means Will. Thanks,” nodded John. It was never personal? John didn’t see it that way.