Dear Srgt. Hatred,
Hey, it's me, Hank. Listen, Hunter's got a house for us now, and everything's cool. More or less. Sharing a room with Nico and Adrio is annoying, but at least we've got H.E. . Nico isn't so bad, when he's not being a dumb little kid, and Adrio is okay I guess, when he isn't crying. Anyway, guess what? The O.S.I runs this Junior Grade training group, and we run around learning how to fight and shoot and stuff, which is pretty much stuff I already know from you and Brock, but basically it's to keep kids from getting into trouble, and is a feeder system for the US Armed Forces, which I will definitely end up as part of one day; no college for this soldier. The only annoying this is we have to learn finnish some really hard language that we're not allowed to tell you in case you guess where we're living. It's really hard, except Dean is good at it. Stupid Dean. Can you mail my base to Brock's P.O. Box? I'm getting out of practice.
Love,
Hank Venture, super-soldier
