As Iowa drifted away from one reality he entered another. In his dream he was on the cruiser saving a spartan from a sniper wound through the chest. All of a sudden the team started dying off. one by one each member met their demise. Iowa became the last one left. he patched up the final team member and helped her to the escape shuttle. he turned around as the shuttle flew off, to the sight of a pistol aimed straight at him. The dream ended just as the pistol's trigger was pulled.

Iowa woke with a start as Wash Shook him.[b]"Cheers Wash, just give me a moment to collect my self."[/b] He shut down his music and opened up all the channels. Iowa looked around and noticed Oregon sitting on his own, Iowa hadn't really spoken to Oregon, he seemed like a nice guy, but Iowa was yet to psychoanalyze him yet. He unhooked his harness and got up to the Gun and talk to him. [b]"You ready for this Oregon?"[/b] he called over Moving towards the gun. Before he started talking with Oregon he needed to Alert Alaska of his position he lifted up the gun from it's position clamped to the ramp of the pelican. Once he was ready he called into the cockpit [b]"Alaska, I'm up and on the gun as instructed, waiting on your call."[/b] He turned around and started up the conversation again, [b]"It's unfortunate I haven't yet had the pleasure of training with you yet,"[/b] Iowa paused and examined the swords upon his back, [b]"You Wield a Katana? That's an odd occurrence, not many people use a sword in our age."[/b]