The antithesis was almost calming, in a way. Despite the fact the war was still recent, only being seven years ago, the change of pace left you more focussed.

However that wasn't to say things still lingered into your mind. Looking to get out of the hellhole that was Chicago, the second the Unification war started up, and people needed Panzer pilots, you jumped straight to the opportunity. Granted the war wasn't exactly sunshines and rainbows, but at least the MRE's were salted, (even though they were still scop). But once things got to the tail end, and like Hansen, you were pissed. Didn't move out of Dogtown, along with your whole unit. Once they started restructuring things, putting people together in smaller units divided by several branches (Hansen, Bennett, Murphy, and Dodger), was when you met Del.

And there you two were. Leaning against one of the lavish walls of the Heavy hearts, music blaring and the bass slightly shaking the wall behind you. Del stood close, next to you: D5 Copperhead off to the side, as she took a drag of her cigarette, blowing out a small plume of smoke.

Del: "Think Bennett would be pissed if we grabbed a couple drinks? Nothing too bad."

She shrugged,

Del: "Y'know, make it a bit less boring."