The Las Vegas people were beginning to stir and the hot sun just started to sink in to the sands beyond the city. 
 Jane stepped out of the cheap cab on to the sidewalk with her friends. As they stood infront of The Escalibur Hotel , wind cut through Jane's outfit and pasted her hair to the side of her face. Tonight was the first time in weeks she was in normal, thin, women's clothing and not in the bulky Air Force uniform. Jane began observing the area around her between pieces of hair over her vision. Las Vegas lights dotted her dark blue eyes as they scanned the dirty ,crowded , (and some how glamorous) streets. Another gust of wind blew her sideways in to her friends. They all giggled, proceeded down the street and didn't think anything of it...