Prolieum wrote:Roosevelt Field, Long Island
The soldiers were woken once again in the usual method-and this time, sent straight off to breakfast. A collection of high-carb, high-protein foods, peanut butter and bananas, hard-boiled eggs, and other assorted items. The mess hall attendant gave them a knowing stare as he advised them-"Eat up."
Assad wasn't exactly thrilled with waking up, and he wasn't looking forward to eating either. Deep down, something was screaming for him to just run away from the base, but he wasn't sure how to carry it out.
Curious, he walked over to the tiny girl who had went over the firing line---Doe, he thought her name was. Nervously, Assad decided to start innocent, and sighed. "Mind if I sit here?"