"To be honest, I don't know. I mean, for all we know, we could be the enemy here. We could be the bad guys. I never even thought to figure out why we're in this stupid war-" Someone came through the cabin doors. I shut up, not knowing if it would be the Angry Man or not. It wasn't. It was the woman with the glasses that spoke on the stage yesterday.
"Good morning, troops." She smiled. "I've come to inform you that some of you will be sent on a mission." She took out a paper with a list of names on it. "The names I read off will report to the building you arrived at yesterday. She cleared her throat, pushing her glasses up and began to speak. "Christy Pearson, Luke Burns, Daisy Morris, Penelope Write, and Samuel Pace." She finished, smiling at us. "Gather your things, lets get going." She walked off.
"Good morning, troops." She smiled. "I've come to inform you that some of you will be sent on a mission." She took out a paper with a list of names on it. "The names I read off will report to the building you arrived at yesterday. She cleared her throat, pushing her glasses up and began to speak. "Christy Pearson, Luke Burns, Daisy Morris, Penelope Write, and Samuel Pace." She finished, smiling at us. "Gather your things, lets get going." She walked off.