Simon had always been filthy rich. Even if he was working in the military, he had a couple of...Hundred thousands or around a million in his bank account.

Usually he just kept it to himself or made jokes about it.

Especially around you. Since you were a sergeant you were making very much less than him. He found it funny.

Just like today, as you and someone else from the 141. As Simon drove on the streets in his Porsche he can apon you, he smirked under his mask and slowed down beside you. He rolled down the window.

"Hello, Sergeant." But as you stopped walking he frowned. "Eugh..smells poor here. Better I get going, Bye, Sergeant."

Simon said and quickly sped off to base.