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York sat on the edge of his cot in the barracks with his laptop on his lap, hense the name. Upon finishing catching up on his e-mails, he shut the laptop and set it down on the bed gently. Things seemed much stodgier than usual. He was usually a little busier, but he found that as of late he had much more time to relax and sleep. That day was York's day off from going to the gym, for he would lift only 6 days each week, not all 7.

York roamed out of the barracks with an expression of discontentedness and dissatisfaction. He wore a pair of jeans with holes in them. York also wore a white tank top shirt with 'AMERICAN EAGLE' written on it in large red lettering.

Although relaxing was healthy and fun, York hated having nothing to do. He strode into the lounge through the back door and grabbed a Coors Beer from the refridgerator. York walked out the lounge's front door. He noticed that a party was gathering outside of the offices. York, who was somewhat puzzled and curious, walked over to the croud rather quickly.

York saw a few people pushing through the croud and walking into the office building. York shoved through the croud and followed Kyle into the building. Suddenly, Anderson turned into an office where he greeted a woman. Kyle called her Nezume. York knew that name. He'd heard a lot about the former Templar leader since he was hired by the Latrocinium.

"Hello, Marshal Nezume!" York said full-heartedly. "I'm Sergeant York Freeman. I've heard a lot of about you, ma'am. I'm humbled to finally meet you."

Nezume's brightened visibly at the appearance of Kyle. It seemed as if she was smiling a lot today. "Got myself killed? Seriously Kyle, I lived with Xenos for that's probably the more perilous than anything anyone could throw at me. I thought more than once he was going to booby trap my kitchen."
She straightened her T-shirt which had gotten bunched as she had moved to sit on the desk earlier. At that moment another unfamiliar face walked in. Humbled? Wow, I want to know what that one's heard, how much of it's actually true and how much they're having him on. she almost said as much but, she was stopped by yet another newcomer and at his comment she laughed out loud. "Well, at least one of you new guys has a sense of humor.”
“As soon as Damian get’s back I want you all to head to the mess hall.” She told them. “And I’ll meet you there in a moment.”

((In the mess hall there is enough food for all of you. There is fettuccini Alfredo with chicken on the side, hamburgers, spaghetti and meatballs, and salad to choose from, as well as a variety of miscellaneous side dishes of your choosing. That’s all the description I’m giving you I want to see how imaginative you are as well as how realistic you are. I also want to see how well you playoff of others posts so they don’t contradict each other. Have fun. ^ ^))

Kyle chuckled at his returning officer's retort. She had definately held onto her spunky self. As she greeted the two newcomers, Freeman and Kard, Anderson turned his head to the two men listening to he concersation around them. It was almost a surreal experience. It felt as though Kyle's two worlds were meshing together. Here he had the new Templars here with him in the same room as...the marshal?

As weird as it was, he was happpy to see everyone getting along. As everyone was told to head to the mess hall for food, Anderson walked up to his former leader and spoke, "Marshal, do you think you could join me in the mess hall? I believe we have a lot of catching up to do." He didn't necessarily expect her to come with him as she probably had work of her own to do but he hoped that he would at least get a raincheck.

"Mop head, huh?" Said Kard with another grin as he escaped York's headlock and punched him on the arm. "Anyhow, if you were sitting on a girl's lap you'd be begging for more than a toy train." he chuckled as he continued, "As for for respect for your officers, you're lucky you're not on dish duty for your little games. Now go get some food, you little bugger, before I drop you like a fly." Kard accentuated the word "fly" by playfully cuffing his best friend upside the head. "Now move, you may not care, but I for one will not have my clothes stenched up with cigar smoke."

Fina'd finished the morning ritual she'd started practicing once every month since her parents death. Her beliefs had given her no need to visit graves since the containers of their souls were always with her. So, having finished with paying her respects before the Katana and Tanto layed out on her own cot, she picked her weapons up and put them on with her coat and choice of clothes. Today it was a suit of white under the black trench, with her usual pair of black boots and gloves. She set her shades on over her eyes, then pushed them up to rest at her forehead while she was indoors, then pulled them back down over her eyes as she left the barracks to head to the mess hall to get her first meal of the day...

Along the way she'd thought that she noticed a small gathering... But maybe it was just some people being goofy. She glanced off in the direction of one of the other buildings toward the open door, and had seen someone was already there to check it out. A few familiar voices were already heard coming from the direction of the building. Still, It wasn't common practice to do so around that building. So she started off in the direction of the gathering, setting her hands in her pockets and ignoring the growling of her stomach...

Having arrived on the scene behind the others after Damian left, moving quietly due to the padding on the bottom of her boots(She actually enjoyed sneaking up on people.) she'd look over the scene for a moment, glancing quickly from one person to another through the dark tint of her shades. As her eyes had fallen on the marshal, she'd blinked a few times, then brought one hand up to lift her shades, apparently guessing that the shades were making her see someone that probably wasn't there. Still, There she was... And just then her belly decided to remind her of how empty it was. Quiet you...

Adam had sat in his spot rather nonchalantly as the rest of the Templars gathered and exchanged words and laughter. A slight grin crossed his face whenever a joke was uttered, but other than that he had just listened to the conversations instead of getting involved.

At the mention of food, Adam grinned widely and spoke to Nezume. "Yes ma'am. That's one order you'll never see me complain about!" He said with a boisterous laugh. Even with the bitching of his rather empty stomach, however, he kept to his mindset to follow the order properly and wait for the fellow Templar to return to the room. Grabbing a chair and sliding it across the ground to a corner of the room, Adam quickly lit up a cigar and took a drag. He began playing with the smoke as he blew it from his lips, waiting patiently, but eagerly, for Damien to return so he could get some sustenance into his much deserving stomach.

"Aye, sorry, drug, but the only chance you'll ever have of seeing me quit smoking is if one of those bullets with my name on it in this great wide world hit home." Adam laughed slightly as he took another drag from the cigar and blew the smoke out in rings. "Speaking of bullets, have any of you been by my bar in the last month or so? I'm afraid business has been slower than I expected..."

"Yeah, I've been quite busy myself." York responded when Adam and Kardspoke of the bar. "I've done my best to drop by the Bullet every now and then, but I just never seem to have the time. I'll get my a** back there as soon as time permits. Life's been a bit of a b***h lately, unfortunately for me."

York rubbed his eyebrow to rid himself of a troublesome itch. He sighed a somewhat deep sigh and looked around the room. York had a rather lax expression on his face, which wasn't uncommon for York in the summer months. This is how he always looked in the summer, for it was his favorite time of year. He loved the warm weather, as long as it wasn't too unbareable.

It was a hot, humid day which was not uncommon at that time of year. Even when the air-conditioning was running on a high level, every single room in the base seemed a little too warm for York's liking. York tried to dress in loose, cool clothing, but that didn't always help much.