Monday, February 4th, 2069
"So, last I checked we we're in one of the most secluded parts of the Canadian wilderness... How'd you guys get here? Helicopter? I know you didn't fly a plane here. Hell It's the future. Who knows." Amelia rolled her eyes at me. "Do you ever shut up?
It's either sarcastic comments, stupid jokes, or a pun. The only useful thing you've said so far is where the armory was!" I laughed, kicking an old army helmet on our way down the hall. "I see humor has changed a lot in the future, too. All my buddies
would be laughing their asses off." I looked down, sullen, remembering all of my friends. "Damn, their dead now, aren't they? buried out there somewhere, tombstones old and worn? Is there a grave for me? Am I dead to the world?" Jack stopped for a
second and looked back at me. "I hate to be blunt, but why didn't you think of that before you signed up?" I scoffed, walking past him and to the door to the stairs. "Yeah, I'll just go back and tell myself that real quick. Sort all this out. Hell,
I'm still half-assed convinced this is a dream, so that might actually happen."
When we reached the top, I sighed and spoke to Jack without turning around. "My CO said they'd quadruple my salary, and put it in the bank for my family. I'm betting that went to my sister. I've always been kind of distant, but I always tried to help
out. I bet that made their lives a hell of a lot easier. Now, mind if I hitch a ride with you guys? Pretty sure my ride is too old to be driven now." I walked down the hall a bit, and took a right. The main doors laid ahead of me. "I haven't seen
these doors in 55 years." I looked over my shoulder at Jack. "How much has it changed? The outside world?" He walked past me, pulling the door open. I'll have the pilot fly low, give you a view of everything." He motioned for me to go through the
doors. As I walked through, I could tell it was a lot different. The place which once was a parking lot, was overgrown and faded. I turned around to look at the small warehouse that the facility was built inside, and most of it was collapsed. "Good
thing they decided to build down, I guess. That place could've been my tomb." I turned around when I heard what I assumed to be the noise of an engine. "And there's our ride, kid. And you said we couldn't land a plane here." I shook my head. "That's
not a plane, smartass, that's a VTOL aircraft. Otherwise known as cheating." He laughed, boarding via the ramp. "Come on, kid. You get to meet your new army buddies in a few hours." I sighed, sitting on one of the seats. "How many is a few, old man?"
He laughed, sitting next to me. "Only about seven."
I wrote 2000, not two hundred. I was really upset. I won't be back home till Sunday afternoon, and that engine I mentioned sometime or another is in, so I won't have much time to write. Unless I'm up till six in the morning again.