Nigel, a TND Special Agent, looks out the window to the busy Saigon street. "Saigon...shit. I'm only in Saigon. Every time, I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle." He moves to the bed, lies down. He's unshaven, exhausted, probably drunk. Soda bottles, photos, and different documents are scattered on the table. "When I was home after my first operation, it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my girlfriend until I said yes to a break up. When I was here, I wanted to be there. When I was there...all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I'm here a week now. Waiting for a mission. Getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker. And every minute an adult squats in the bush...he gets stronger. Each time I looked around...the walls moved in a little tighter." He Gets up going into a frenzy, drinking, doing some sort of martial arts, eventually slicing his hand on a mirror and collapsing onto the floor.

Two extremely sharp TND Agents walk up the stairs to Nigel's room, a Sergeant, who is carrying an envelope, and a Private. "Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission. And for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service."

They knock on the door. No Answer. They knock again. "Captain Uno, are you in there?" The Sergeant says sternly.

For a moment Nigel doesn't answer but eventually he strongly responds "Yeah I'm coming." The messengers wait for him. "It was a real choice mission. And when it was over, I'd never want another." Nigel unlocks the door and opens it. He bleeding from the hand and seems half dead. A silence falls between them before Nigel breaks it. "What do you want?"

The Sergeant regains his composure and asks. "Are you all right, Captain?"

Nigel responds "What's it look like?" as if he thinks himself looking fine.

Nigel turns back into the room and sits on the Sergeant follows him. Remembering his objective the Sergeant asks "Are you Captain Nigel Uno, 505th TND Battalion, 173rd Special Forces, Assigned to Vietnam TND Division?"

Nigel looks over at the Private by the door and shouts "Hey, buddy, you gonna shut the door?" The Private then enters the room, closing the door behind him.

The Sergeant then speaks up. "We have orders to escort you to the airfield."

Nigel looks at the Sergeant confused "What are the charges?"

"What Sir?"

"What did I do?" Nigel says thinking he's being court marshaled.

"There's no charges, Captain." The sergeant opens the letter he has been holding and shows it to Nigel "You have orders to report to Com-Sec Intelligence at Nah Trang."

Nigel looks at the letter closely "I see. Nah Trang, for me?"

"That's right." The sergeant folds the letter back and puts it back in the envelope. Nigel doesn't move. "Come on, Captain, you still have a few hours to get cleaned up."

Nigel begins to lay down on the bed pushing the pillow aside to lay on the bare mattress "I'm not feeling too good." He lays his head on the bed and closes his eyes.

The Sergeant begins to tell Nigel to get up "Captain?" but instead turns to the Private "Dave, come here and give me a hand. We've got a dead one." The two of them move over to Nigel and pick him up. "Come on Captain, Let's go take a shower."

Nigel doesn't fight but protests "Don't be an ass."

They get him into the bathroom and the shower. "Get hold of him good. We're going to take a shower, Captain." They turn on the cold water. "Stand under this, Captain." Nigel shudders and yells as they begin to clean him up.

This is gonna be a fun ride if I can stick to it. I've been think about this story since the end of Rachel's team and later you will see the connection. I don't own anything.