Ace in a bar on the eastern part of the city. Far off in the corner, alone, reading with great intent and drinking all the while. While it wasn't technically his day off. There wasn't anything he was needed for. All he needed to do was to study. Study the new big book of mobile suits. It was a brief but complex introduction on mobile suit matinaince. If he was going to be a pilot he was going to need the knowledge of its up keep. Trusting people was one thing, but not have anything to do at all with his suits up wasn't to his liking. He had to have a hand in it. He needed to know how the suits worked.
After reading for a while he shut his book, he finished his drink and left some money on the table. He called for a taxi to take him to his to his apartment. It wasn't a long ride, fifteen, twenty minutes maybe.
When he arrived he went through the same habits he always did. He put his things, books, notepads and pen on the kitchen table. He took his shirt and jacket off and hung them on the back of his chair. He then indulged in one of his favorite and most hated ritual. He drank, and played over what he knew from his wife's death. Looking for something he didn't before. There was no training today, mobile suit or combat. No reason not to drink today.
His training taught him many things. One of the things he learned, things were never what it all seemed to be. There was always more to the picture than what the surfaced showed. His life in the military been dark, the kind that few get used to. He adapted well to it, started to enjoy it to an extent.
There was something he was missing. Something he wasn't seeing but what it was he couldn't figure out. It kept nagging at him. Always in the back of his head.