Derrick sat in the woods with his other three companions, his gun laying across his legs. The log he sat on didn't seem to sturdy and he felt as if it was going to break at any moment. The fire crackled as they sat there, the fire blazing up and down every now and again. He and his comrades were listening to the organ playing in the distance, and when it stopped, they looked at each other; it had been going on so long, who would think it'd stop suddenly? "I still think its no big deal," Armand said, looking at the other three. "I'm telling you, that thing aint normal," Adulif replied, eating his MRE. They were on a training exercise, surviving in the woods for a week. It was their second the last day. "Lets send Derrick and John out there, then," Armand remarked, looking at the two. "I'm down," John said, grabbing his XM-8 Carbine and loading it. "You aren't gonna need that, mate," Derrick said, but he didn't believe it. Instead, he loaded his M60 up and finished his meal quickly, pulling on his boonie hat. "We'll be right back, ladies," he said, walking off into the dark night. He got to the forest edge and shouldered his light machine gun nervously. He and John crept slowly away from the forest, towards the path. "Hey man, was that cathedral there before?" Derrick asked, looking at it in the distance. "What cathedral, man?" John responded, looking confused. Derrick sighed under his balaclava. "The one right there," he replied to John, pointing at it. John just shook his head. "Man, your crazy, there aint no cathedral," he said, laughing. Derrick sighed again. "Go back to Armand and Adulif, I'll be back in a few," Derrick said, continuing forward as John walked back towards their camp, still thinking Derrick was crazy. Derrick himself thought he was crazy when he saw two figures walking out of the door.

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