Military hangar was a place where Daniel could be easily find. Planes and jets his fascination and second love, suiting his rock personality. Music played from a small radio on a workbench near the crates with ammunition, blasting energetic and heavy tones. Daniel was on his break, smoking a cigarette and muttering the words of the song under his nose, observing jets under the roof. Scorching sun doing nothing to the cool hall where most soldiers stayed to shield themselves from the high temperature.