"Look at them." Private Patel said, a six foot five scrawny pencil neck of a soldier said. He was leaning up against Morrison's pod as they waited for the shift to end.  Alex looked up towards Patel "Who?" she asked before Patel made a discreet gesture towards Ward. "The crippled nigger, with cripple squad." Patel said in a harsh whisper. Alex looked over at Ward and to Webb aswell. "You're going to get the entire squad in shit again with this schtick again, Patel." Alex whispered back to him as she kepts her gaze away from the wheel chair bounded soldiers. Patel glared to Alex as his lips curled into a smug grin "Fuck them." He said a little louder, his eyes gazing over towards Ward's leg. His eyes filled with disgust as he breaks his eye contact with the prosthetic.

Patel just always seemed to be around, hanging around anywhere and with anyone from fourth squad. No one knew if he actually slept, he was overbearing, arrogant, racist and a purist in any and all regards. He was a fighter, a good one thats why the brass had put him to RIC. However, as of lately his antics have become more bold and crude as Patel got into a few situations with some of the african-american and jewish marines. Which resulted in him being demoted when he went too far and the squad leader yelled at for failing to control their rowdy trooper. Alex went to retie her bun as she let her blond hair fall from her previous bun. Tieing her hair up took a minute or so as she fumbled around with her blond locks of hair.

"They don't know us, and lets keep it that way." Alex said as she adjusted her sleeves which were rolled just above her bicep, Patel's were the same. "Yea they don't know us, they should. We're the best in this damn company, and the best race too!" Patel grins as Alex turns to him - deadpanning. "You know what I always say?" Patel takes a step closer to the woman "We're true Americans, we're the alphas here." The two said together. "How could I forget, we literally talk about this all the time." A tone of sarcasm echos from her words as she finishs speaking.

"Just wait until the next mission, we'll be hailed as heros." Patel continued to go on with his usual pro-america, anti-immigrant speech. Alex checked her watch, it was almost time for shift rotation - at least. She looked back up to Patel. "We just do peace keeping, not war waging. Just relax Patel jeez'us christ man." Alex says cracking her knuckles "Or be even fucking louder so we can get in trouble again, christ." Patel turned his head away from Alex "Whatever, here's thinking I had faith in you." He mumbled, in a rather angered tone. "Try not to cry too much over it, Private." She laughed as she got closer to Morrison's pod. Waiting for him to get out.

Waiting.