[h2]Aden[/h2] 

Aden wasn't sure how he felt about his spot on the gondola. It had seen to become his post on the zeppelin. Over the short time on the airship he had moved small comforts into the machine gun position. A few tins of his sniper ammo for his ad-hoc ballistic practice; extra pencils so he didn't need to sharpen any for his sketches and tables. A pair of matchbooks to spare his precious lighter fluid. 

Hell, even his blood still stained the floor of this position. 

So it was here that the private stood as the group left for their briefing. A cigar procured from a sympathetic ground crewmen clenched in his fist. Ashes dancing in the wind over the mooring mast as Aden peered down at the bustle of the foreign base and city. 

It definitely wasn't any of his trench smokes; but it was far enough from the cigars of the party that he didn't feel guilty puffing away. 

'[i]Quite a sight.[/i]'

Aden's gaze once again danced over the city and debated whether he should attempt another sketch of the skyline, or finish one of his earlier ones. The sketch of the fortress they had looted was only half shaded in. Though the one of Zoe on the bridge was also incomplete. Or perhaps he could journal...

'[i]Or you could actually desert. Who would chase you?[/i]' 

Aden gave it a thought. He was terrified of being found a deserter. Truly, but why not actually become one? A foreign country also in chaos; he could slip away in the masses. Perhaps a looted bar of gold-

Aden let that thought die with a grumble and a flick of the dead cigar. He wasn't a thief or a coward. 

He gave a sigh and straightened, moving back to the airship's interior and whoever had decided to stay behind.