"But there's no way I'm gonna herd myself and these people into one big place like cattle to be guarded by some jumped up military guys I don't know or trust. I'm all for gathering resources and whatever, you just can't go rounding people up. Especially if you're wearing a uniform and carrying guns like that. You ever heard of pack mentality? There's no chance of civilised anything if they start a rebellion 'cause they think they're being controlled, and this lot are on one hell of an edge." Sam, a woman, attacked Captain Ishida Hisashi's ideas.

The UN medical officer was exasperated beyond words. It would be weeks or months before he grasp of English could overtake his emotions. [i]Such paranoia! Such ungratefulness![/i]

"Well, Captain, all due respect to you and your men. But I think maybe you're overlooking something. There might still be people holed up in town. This is the reddest part of a red state, chances are the locals ain't gonna be too pleased if they see foreign troops poking around on American soil. If end up having to parley with anybody, I think maybe an English-speaking American might be best. Like I said, no disrespect. I just think you guys might be more useful here. I'll meet you halfway, though- if you lend us a radio, we can call if we run into trouble. People or eaters." Then their leader apparent had all but sealed Hisashi's lips.

After a pause for thought, the captain reluctantly said, with perhaps a little discontentment showing through: "Very well. Do what you please. Use radio frequency 40.51 FM. We will be close by." After that, he turned to leave without waiting for a reply. He pitied these Americans more than anything; He had put he and his unit at their disposal and they had cast them aside in a fit of distrust. Back in Japan, his people survived, and that was made possible only through cooperation. Even the Yakuzas, the vilest criminal organisation there, had cooperated for the most part; only some of them had to be fought against as they started claiming territory for themselves.

Before he passed through the conference room door, however, he paused for another moment, unable to leave without speaking his mind, "I pray you know what you doing." This he directed at Sam, "you may have your... philosophy, but why gamble the lives of children? The messenger told me there are many. What if they are attacked? And we are too far away?" He said before pointing to the child with Sam, noting the resemblance, making eye contact with Darcy for a moment. "What about her?" Having difficulty continuing because of the language barrier and because of his rush of emotions, he left it at that before putting on his helmet, locking his visor and moving on.

Sergeant Maiko however, was staring at the people in the room, her expression obscured by the glint in her visor. What they did not know was that she was looking at them with spears in her eyes. While her superior did not show it, she knew that the civilians had upset him, and that had made her very angry. Her sympathy could only extend to the children of this new community, but personally, she couldn't bring herself to care about the adults; Hundreds of her colleagues had already died thanklessly.

"Maiko! Let's go!" Captain Ishida Hisashi shouted from halfway down the corridor in Japanese, his voice muted by distance and walls.

The medical officer had changed his mind; he would drive the armoured rover out with 3 of his men and leave Sergeant Maiko behind to manage their new HQ - dictating which room becomes the bunk and to tidy up their new command room and field hospital. This would leave 6 soldiers behind, just like what the leader apparent wanted. The only good thing he could see from this was that at least the leader apparent had entrusted him with the protection of the people in the college campus... To an extent.