The hallway was quiet, dark and dank. The several doors that lined the hallway were closed. All but one. A door that was marked "records" stood open.
Inside was a man with slick, oily, black hair. He was sitting hunched over a desk, looking at a profile. Something didn't feel right.
Another man entered the room. "Package, sir."
"Thanks." He had been waiting for this. The delivery man left and he opened the package. It was another file. He set it down next to the other one. The files lay side by side, one from the building he was in, the other, sent to him by request of the military. Each file had one thing in common; the name Daniel Flohr.
The pictures in the files looked nothing alike. All of the personal information was different. The something caught his eye. On the military's file, next to status was three letters. KIA. "Interesting."
The only sound that could be heard was the hum of the engine. The warthog was speeding around the island. Charley sat in the side. Dan was in the back operating the turret. Suddenly, enormous spheres of plasma fell from the sky and sent the warthog flying. There was a familiar, alarm and all blacked out.
Sarge shot up. He was drenched in cold sweat. He looked at the alarm clock, which was still ringing. It read 7:02. He punched the off button on the clock and sat up. He rubbed his eyes, and tried to recollect his dream.
He walked over to the closet and got dressed. After he pulled the shirt over his head, he pushed aside the assorted hangers in his closet. Behind them, in the back of the closet was an old, torn uniform.
The sun was just rising over the mountains that isolated The Templeton Rehabilitation Center. The building was founded by Lt. Mitchell Templeton in 2525. Lt. Templeton enlisted in the army as soon as he turned eighteen. After joining, he was assigned to combat in the "Trade Wars" with China. His last assignment was to capture China's Premier of the time, but he was discovered and taken prisoner. He was held in a POW camp near Beijing for six years. Soon after, the US had captured China and the war was over.
The Lt. retired after returning to the US. He now had no job, so he decided to help out one of his friends build a rehab clinic. (His friend was a humanitarian.) When his friend died Mitch decided to finish and run the clinic.
It was the highest floor of the building, and there were a lot of stairs to get there. When he finally got there, the oily haired man pushed open the big oak doors. It was a very large office with old books and artifacts in display cases against each wall. At the other end of the office was a small desk, in front of a window.
He reached the desk. "Sir." A slender man peered over the top of his computer screen.
"Wadda ya got for me Wipf?" Wipf went around to the other side of the desk. "Hold on one sec." his fingers were madly pressing the w, s, a, and d keys. His other hand was repeatedly clicking the left mouse. Wipf heard a loud bang. "Damn it!"
"What are you doing?"
"Playing Battlefield. Can you believe this is over a thousand years old? It took me forever to find. You got it?" Wipf handed him a pair of files. The man at the desk opened, and examined them. "Hmm." He pressed the button on the intercom. "Jessie, please send patient Daniel Flohr to my office"
"Yes, Mr. Templeton" He turned off the intercom.
"Thanks Wipf, this is just what I needed."