[center][h2]Corporal James Hunt|Down Time at Fort Breda[/h2][/center]
[center]@everyone[/center]

James had looked up at the sound of more approaching vehicles and frowned a little at the sight of the staff car. If there were medals to be awarded, why wasn't there an official call out? Still, he had seen stranger things than officers come to inspect what other squads had started calling "The Saviors of Vasel." Hunt knew that they'd made the difference in the long run, but it was the men and women who went in first who had laid the ground work.

As he watched, one of the Lords of Gallia had stepped out and Hunt called the squad to attention, which was quickly at eased by the man who identified himself as Lord Barst, who until now, the Corporal only had a voice for. He wasted no time explaining why he was there, and each member of the squad, including their new arrivals, were given envelopes with everything they'd need for down time in the Capitol. James honestly would have preferred to get back on the front and fighting the Imps, but it was what it was. While the aid handed out their envelopes, James appraised the man in front of him, trying to figure him out.

When the Imperials began their invasion of Gallia, the noble houses of Gallia had been folded further into the military command chain and, as evidenced at Vasel, they had performed well enough that they were recognized readily as officers outside of their noble titles. James couldn't understand it, the original command structure had been doing fine, but he couldn't argue it. And as for Barst, so far the man seemed reasonable enough. When the first aid finished, the Sarge called the squad to attention once more before Barst began to hand out medals, the Vasel Service Medal. James suddenly wished he were cleaner and dressed appropriately for the small, unofficial ceremony, but it was a bit late for regrets.

When Barst called his name, James stepped forwards and was first handed a second envelope. [b]"Keep this quiet and let the squad enjoy their Saturday. On Sunday I have a task for you. Gather the squad and follow the instructions in this letter."[/b] Confused, he offered a nod in acknowledgement and accepted his medal with a salute, stepping back and waiting for the Lord to finish before sighing. Looked like he was in charge of the squad again. He began to call the squad's attention when the insignia on the Lord's shoulder cape caught his eye, and suddenly he grew nervous. [i]Gallian Intelligence Division? Suddenly I'm not sure I'm going to enjoy the plan for Sunday...[/i] Still, he would do as ordered. "Alright, ladies and gents. The Sarge will be going with Lord Barst, so all of you are stuck with me. You've got one hour to get cleaned up and your stuff for the weekend packed. Dismissed." As the squad dispersed, James looked at the second envelope that Barst had given him and a frown creeped onto his face. Just what was it they were really doing in the Capitol?