Raimundo Pedrosa climbed into the back of the old truck. The voice of the General still rang thought his ears. "Herd 'em up! Pack 'em off!" He was doing exactly that. He felt the truck push off. He sighed and stared at his rifle. Normally, he didn't like violence and guns. But ever since World War 2 started, all he carried around with him was a rifle. The truck stopped. He opened up the back door and stepped out.
There were few soldiers surrounding an apartment. His friend Clay Bailey was escorting an old Japanese man and a young Japanese girl out and into the truck. Raimundo wanted to act cool and tough in front of his friend and colleagues and poked the gun at the girl. She squeaked. Everyone but Raimundo laughed. The girl looked at him with sad eyes and wrapped her jacket round her body. Raimundo got in after her and sat as far away from them as possible. He heard that the Japanese were vicious and not to be trusted. They bombed Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. How more evil can they get? He had to keep a close eye on them. That old man could be some young man in disguise waiting to take a shot at him. That girl could have a bomb hidden in that jacket. He glared at the two. They huddled closer to each other and the girl whimpered and whispered something in Japanese. "Hey! No talking!" Raimundo barked. The old man coughed. The girl tried to calm him down. Raimundo growled. The old man stopped. The girl wrapped the jacket around her closer. Raimundo couldn't take it. He had to see what was in the pocket of that jacket. He ripped it from the girl's possession and shook it, risking a sudden explosion. Nothing exploded. Instead, a tiny photograph fell from it. He picked it up and stared at it. There were three happy faces. A man, and woman, and a little girl. He recognized the man and the little girl. Who was the woman? The girl's mother? He snickered to himself. Probably dead.
The girl bit her lip. Raimundo snickered even more. He ripped the photo in a billion pieces. The girl gasped. Tears ran down her face. Raimundo turned confused. He didn't know Japanese had feelings! Did they? By the looks of the crying girl, they did. He didn't care, though. "Shut up." He spat. The man stood up and started yelling at him in Japanese. Raimundo struck him in the head with his rifle. The girl screamed. She went to her father's aide, but Raimundo kicked her.
Girl's P.O.V
The stranger hit Papa. I couldn't help it. I screamed. I went to help him, but he kicked me. It hurt. I cried out. The stranger laughed. He pulled me by my hair and screamed in my face, "JAPENESE B!!" I couldn't do much but stare. He pushed me on the hard seat and did the same with Papa. The rest of the ride was silent.
Normal P.O.V
The back opened up and Raimundo jumped out after the girl and the man. Clay smirked. "Have fun?" He asked, his voice thickly laced with a Texan accent. Raimundo grinned. "Yeah, sure. Evil bs." Clay chuckled. "Yep. Can't wait to stuff them into that relocation camp." "Mm-him." "What's with you?" "I just...never mind." "Okay." Raimundo and Clay stared at the two prisoners. Another soldier, one by the name of Jack, pushed them thought the gate and locked it shut.