[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKzxYGIVkbI]Much of the evening[/url] and extending into the night was spent in the Cafeteria, the squad coming together even outside of the mission to eat and talk with one another. Though they were not at the same table, quite a few questions, or insults, were flung from across the room. Even Leinhart joined in a few times even though none of the squad tried to get buddy buddy with him other than Golem. As they started to finally wind down, the food comas starting to take their effect, they made the trek through the snow and to the barracks, where they found their way into their bunks and called it a night. The barracks were large, with beds lining the walls with privacy curtains around them. Various nick-nacks from their previous lives or ones that they picked up in their new lives were on small shelves above their beds or on a chest of drawers. Some simply fell in their bunks and were fast asleep, others stayed awake for a while longer, reading, making a report, or even flirting and making small talk. All gave way to the allure of sleep within time.

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5:00AM sharp in the morning, they were woken up by the sound of a trumpet. More than a few sprang up out of bed, their training kicking in, ready to kill. Andrew and Ginger even slugged each other, nearly knocking each other out then coming to their senses before they did knock one another out. Commander of the fort, [url=http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e263/Ziggyanna/Character%20Refs/Males/81e7efbd-04ef-49f5-9924-04e3434733d4_zpsd9edad80.jpg?t=1393906430]Richard Hammond[/url], dressed in a dark gray trenchcoat and a matching sergeants cap. He stepped into the barracks and into the light. His dark gray slacks and black combat boots were highlighted underneath his black shirt underneath, covered with pins that showed his service and combat ribbons. His voice was gutteral, like nails on a chalkboard, but loud. He was confident and proud of his position, just from his voice alone. "Eagle Claw, before you begin your day, you are all to come with me immediately." The squad wasted no time looking among each other. Whether they were displeased with not getting their sleep or annoyed with their commander's orders, they followed him out of the barracks. He lead them two by two across the base to an area near the gate to a field outside that they used for training.

Opening the gate and heading out into the snow, they came upon a line of troopers with bullet-based rifles. Five of them in total. There was a gravestone and a picture of Phoenix leaning against it.

The funeral was short, kept to around fifteen minutes. No tears were shed publicly for the boy, the squad maintaining their visage of stone cold warriors. On the inside, they may or may not have been different. Sebastian shed a tear internally for the boy, he did not deserve death. When the funeral was finished and the troopers had fired their rifles, they walked away to continue their day. Some of the squad returned to bed while others went to the Cafeteria for an early day. The sight that Andrew and Whisper walked into was not a pretty one. A table full of food and a deathclaw on one side, tearing it apart like it was a fat brahmin with two calfs in it's stomach. It was horrifying seeing what Leinhart could do to a turkey. The two backed up and held the door shut. Golem walked up and tried to answer, but they shook their heads, Andrew saying to come back in an hour as there is a feast being eaten by one person in there and it was nasty.