Nothing will go outside these four walls. Will it Corporal Harris?" No idea what your talking about, Sarge," replied the cook innocently.Mark chuckled... at his response. "Thank you both," he said warmly."By the way," he said to Sergeant Roberts, "your time here must almost be up." Next May, Sir." Looking forward to being a soldier again?" Yes and no. I'm pretty sure I've been passed over for promotion and I'll only have two and a bit years left to the end of my engagement which probably means. D., but as of now, it didn’t matter. He was about to enjoy good health possibly for the first time in his life.Doc kicked open the front door, since he was holding two massive duffel bags, much like the one Mickey left us earlier. I hoped the contents weren’t the same.“I’ve got some clean clothes and some shaving stuff in that bag,” he said, taking it from Doc. “I’ll just take it back with me.”“Bathroom is last door on the right,” I said. “It’s good to have you home, Darren.”“C’mon, Chuck. You. ‘We can’t stay here, the monster will come after us,’ snarled Keme. ‘We are too few to kill it.’ ‘I, and Kamilla, and Jabet, will stay and protect the wounded,’ said Zoa, and stuck the needle into the edge of the wound. ‘Lay still please, Kismal. I know it hurts, but you have to be brave a little longer.’ ‘You are the best shooter we have, you are not sacrificing yourself,’ snarled Keme. ‘Leave, Keme,’ said Zoa. ‘I’m not going and you can’t force me to.’ A hand grabbed the neck-string of Zoa’s. I sat across from Wilhem Cobbel. Wilhem was a round German man with a monocle and a mustache. Not the kind Hitler fashioned, these were more like handlebars. Sweat poured profusely from his brow as his Easter pink British spread shirt began to soak up the excess. Beside him sat a blonde with short hair, a simple bright blue blouse and a generic black skirt. She had the audacity to wear flats to this meeting which must mean she was either married or prude. Checking her watch, then her phone I.