[h1][center][color=007236]Staff Sergeant Hunter Monroe[/color][/Center][/h1]

Having my leg blown off had a lot of ups and downs. Mostly downs but the ups were always awesome. One, people shut up when you get involved in things. Two, the prosthetic could break limbs if caught in a fight, though it was heavy as hell. It also gave me the determination to do better. The day was simple for me, I found a gym, beat the shit out of some punching bags with my fist, then I beat the shit out of things with my one good foot, and even got my crap one in the air. All I was thinking was: It's going to be gone soon, I can't let myself get out of practice. Yes I realized I was in no way the "best" soldier, but that's no reason to not act like I am. It's mainly a matter of convincing yourself you are better then those you compete against, with out it going to your head.

After getting kicked out of the local gym for stabbing the exercise equipment. I left some money to pay for the damage but I think they were pretty clear they didn't want to see me again. I was walking through the station with out my cane, physical therapy was almost over, and I was getting a new one soon anyways so no real reason to have it. Now, what to do with my last bit of free time before I go back to the fronts? I had options, I could go grab some electrical components and go mess with people, I could get some alcohol and do the same thing. Though I can't afford a bad impression. Hmm. So no booze, maybe jam some short range devices? I could just walk until I get tired? Damn I sound like an old person.

I eventually made my way to various shops, some bars, gift shops (What could even be in the gift shops here? Last resort kits? actually...), and a coffee shop. Wait... Coffee... The coffee at home sucks... The coffee issued to us sucks... I still got some money left in my savings! "[color=007236]Hell... Fucking... yes.[/color]" I worked my way over to the shop and ordered a what most would call creamer with coffee. But I call it awesomeness in a cup. I sat down at a table before I started hearing very familiar voices. I wish I had placed the voices faster, for a moment I refused to make eye contact because I was like 80% sure it was a girl I met last time I was out here. And personally death by own prosthetic sounds like a sucky death.

I looked over to see two of my several commanding officers. The way I see it, I have the best and the worst rank. Best because I am normally one of the higher ranks int he field, so no one will normally go against what I say or do. Worst because not on the field I am that poor middle guy who deal with the griping from the lower ranks, and trying to remember who's actually in charge of me. I stood up and slowly walked my way to the two officers. They seemed to be talking about something not work related. Best time to get involved. 

I went up to the table and slammed both my hands down on it. "[color=007236]Now Kiss.[/color]"