I sat across the table from men in uniforms. They uniforms looked nice, dark blue, had name badges and some kind kind of partial body armor. During my time in the service we never had real uniforms, then again we weren't an organized anything, since the war ended the natural desire of rules makers to uniform up was too strong. I was of course shackled and disarmed it was mildly off putting, like being a caged animal facing hunters.
"Worms? Huge man eating worms?" They didn't like my story despite the bodies.
"I don't know where they come from, I just killed them."
"And everyone else on the outpost." I shrugged.
"They were all kind of dicks?"
"Captain do you understand what kind of trouble you're in right now?"
"I'm not a captain, I'm not an anything, I keep my patches because its a part of me, but I didn't join your bullshit so I'd be pleased if you didn't ascribe a rank to my person." I specifically never liked the idea of a rank in army when my father ran it, it seemed unearned when the only reason you ranked up was the person above you died.
"All right Lorentino, this looks bad for you, if you weren't who you are you'd be facing some serious charges." Only one of the men talked, Bridges, the other Lambert just sat there and said nothing. Must have been an intimidation technique.
"But since I am who I am I'm not, thanks for wasting my time, where can I get my stuff?" I got up to leave, but the shackles had me chained to the table so I didn't get very far.
"Why do you assume you can just go?"
"Because you said I'm not being charged."
"And you won't be."
"If I agree to do something for you guys."
"If you agree to do something for us, you scratch our backs, we scratch yours."
"I hate today already." I really did hate the day and it was just getting started.
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