*mayjor wakes ups from rest and flips cap up*
So, not managed to kill themselves in another war yet. 

*looks over to walter*
You not one of these "were" beings are you. 

Somthing strange about this place seems to draw those too it. 
Including the less than savory. 

... 

*Furia sleeps as Monaco gently lifts  her up and and starts carrying her back to there room, casting a glance back at the storm and getting a very bad feeling about the constant storms*