The Journey Begins

Lilburn. God. Of all the places Big Stan could have gotten stuck in.

I slowly munch on my meatball sub. It had cold bread AGAIN but I was prepared this time. I piled it all together and microwaved it for twenty seconds. Now, it tastes good.

Kane comes over to me, holding his rifle across his back. "Jason, Top Brass made me in charge of our little squad." he tells me.

"Congrats." I say, with a half-full mouth.

"I am making you second in command." he tells me.

"I'm flattered, buddy. Why me?"

"Cause you are the only one I trust. You've been through this kind of war six times."

"Yeah, I suppose."I drink my water, "Then let me get my rifle and we'll get on with this."

The others are assembling their gear as well. Top Brass pays us one last visit. "Good luck to all of you. Bring him home."

"Aye, aye, Admiral." Super Nerd salutes him.

"Sir, Permission to NOT take Super Nerd." Kane moans.

"Denied. Besides, you'll need him. He speaks German."

Kane motiones for everybody to follow him. We gather up our gear and make our way to the back exit.

Here we go.