“Sir, President Disterpen has been captured!”
“Again?” General Langree shook his head. “Who by this time?”
“The Insectoids.”
“Well, usual procedure, Captain Picatan.”
~~~~~
A door materialised in Disterpen’s cell. Picatan stepped out.
“Sir, we’re here to resc…”
“No need.” Disterpen proclaimed. “I’m escaping. Like always.” His grubby fingers pointed down at a shallow hole.
“Sir, perhaps ‘escape’ through here?”
~~~~~
Disterpen swaggered into the debriefing room. “General, another successful mission.”
Langree sighed. “Sir, about these ‘missions’…”
My entry in the 2020 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Rescue / Escape
Genre: SF, Fantasy or Horror
M. Robert Gibson 