Ricky got up and walked down the halls giving his shoulder a
massage. He sighed once but was happy about his victory. He hoped
he would recover quickly.
“Follow me. I'm getting sleep myself.” Ricky replied walking down
the halls as his body went to autopilot. Ricky knew it would take a
week before he could go into battle again, unless he could shoot a
target in the head from two hundred yards away. Ricky thought of
how hard that would be.
Ricky entered a room with dozens of pods. Pulling one open, he laid
down on a bed.
“Choose an empty bed and insert your name.” Ricky commanded before
pushing a button. The pod moved back inside and the only sound was
his breathing.
Ricky clicked a few buttons. "Eight hour sleep cycle was commence."
a robotic voice from the pod said as sleeping gas filled the pod.
"You'll be awakened in thirty minutes."
Ricky went to the shooting range and got both of his guns. Aiming
at the target he fired and his arm lowered down from the pain
hitting the target in the heart area. Ricky growled.
"I need to hit the head." Ricky kept telling himself.