[color=f26522][h3]Gregory Irving[/h3][hr][hr][/color] [color=f26522]“Ah shit.”[/color] Sniffing a bit as he returned to the dormitories, Gregory picked his pace up to a run as armed guards entered the building some hundred meters away. Course he didn’t know if they were here for him, but he wanted a chance to get out of the partially soaked clothes if they were. By the time he reached the doors, the light on his cuff had already started to blink and two stony expressions greeted him when he stepped inside. Ignoring the water that flowed and dripped off his jacket, they didn’t spare more than a glance and then a, “Wait here,” before silence resettled. 

Their escorts didn’t seem to care if he looked around as long as he kept pace, and there was still much of the school he hadn’t seen yet. His looking around didn’t stop until they had all wound up in what looked like a control room or something, and he was nudged into a seat. The Commander’s voice proved to be equally distracting though.

As the hour finally came to an end, Gregory blinked a few times as he processed and went over all the information that the briefing included. Well they didn’t seem to want him dead at the least. Still… the idea of suppression was laughable, and he was pretty sure the Commander hadn’t missed his snort when his name came up. Well, hopefully the others would be fine while he kept out of the way.

Five mile retreat though? Well hopefully the base was next to a paved road then, or the order never came. Prodded out of the room by the guards once more, he glanced around the dining hall and then towards the umbrella in hand. Tapping the end of it against the floor, Gregory looked towards a nearby clock and then shrugged. Who cared if you’d get fat eating before you slept? He might be dead by the time dinner hours rolled around…

Get some food in him, grab another few hours of sleep, and then head on over to GZ to make sure his aim was still only describable as atrocious? Sounded like a plan. Not a great or even good one, but it was a course of action at the least.

He moved through the meal line quickly, forgoing hot foods for stuff that didn’t have lines. Cereal, the dairy fridge, fruit bar, and so on. Eating was done in a similar fashion, and he was out of the hall with umbrella in hand before everything had a chance to fully settle in his stomach. Uncomfortable damp clothes and a cozy bed were a fine motivator to do so after all.