Every 5 minutes another SF began the hour long patrol, then a 30 minute on-call in the overlook, in case there were any flare-ups and the patrolmen needed back-up, then another patrol. This sort of patrol tended to be very tedious and usually turned into a SF competition of who was more intimidating by their presence, and who would get fooled our out witted by the Binugs or the other SF's. Gonzalo grit his teeth as he began his round; he tended not to be intimidating, but he usually saw through tricks and could get a sense something was going on before anything broke out. He was a good SF and usually earned the respect of his peers.
(There is a early confrontation with a Binug, but I haven't figured it out yet)
By the third patrol, he could sense the Binugs were getting restless. Nothing had happened yet, but there was tension in the air. All the SF's could feel it and were just waiting for all hell to break loose. The SF's were beginning to talk over their headsets; they knew they would have to work together to quell any uprising, and the competition sense was gone.
"A Skeeter just broke our defense line. It looks like he was chasing an Arial!" The patrolling SF had a tinge of panic in his voice. A disruption like that was all the Binugs would need to start a fight.
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