#⛔️ DANI ''BATTERY'' RAMIREZ

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THE START . . .

Facet sat quietly in the boot of the van, his breathing stable and slow. After so long of being a victim of contract work, he was finally going to settle down and finally get some stable work. Even better, they provide housing! Or at least, whatever you want to call a singular room lined with bunks as far as the eye can see. That's really the only thing Facet can envision when imagining military service, mostly due to the media surrounding it.

Battery beside him is chatting lowly with Lefty. The two aren't really arguing, but much less... squabbling. Battery prods at Lefty's chest, and Lefty shoves him backwards against Facet in a manner much more harshly than Battery ever poked him. Facet tries to avert his gaze elsewhere, focusing on anything else but the men fighting beside him.

His gaze catches onto Lucky, who is eagerly pestering someone he's much more familiar with, Hare. He and Hare were once close friends, but had somewhat fallen out after a long duration of no contact. Maybe he should spend more time with him. Keep Lucky out of his hair for a while...

Facet has to lean forward to see anyone else, which he realizes... there isn't really any more of them. There's supposed to be fourteen of them, but there's only about six or so in this van. How weird. He distracts himself from that fact with trying to get a good read on everyone else.

Mimic and Wasp sit knee to knee, heads leaning against one another as they sleep. Gross, Facet thinks. The two usher a bit closer as a breeze blows through the back slits of the doors of the van, conserving warmth and their snuggly sitting position.

With no one else to really pay attention to, he sits back and spares his gaze to stare upwards. He sighs softly, his chest heaving with an unsaid exhaustion. The van is quiet for a while, which allows Facet to finally doze. The drive is just about eighteen hours, which leaves a lot of time to do nothing. Facet'll savor that while he has the time to.