He didn't enjoy being used as a scapegoat by his team. And as much as he hated the decisions they'd made in choosing to take out civilians, he despised their decision to not fess up and at least retain some kind of honor instead of just pointing at and pining the whole event on him. "A momentary lunatic and his rampage", that was what he heard them calling it. "He's a good second lieutenant though, please go easy on him." Their false sympathies definitely helped solidify their false story as a group of people who had watched their teammate go wild from days spent in the godforsaken humidity, animal and bug-ridden area of Africa, some dying of disease and exhaustion as they made their way to the location that they'd been told to check out from a tip.

The tip had been wrong. No enemy soldiers or camp. Just a small rural village where Billy had watched his teammates level in a matter of minutes out of sheer frustration and heat stroke-induced insanity. But Billy was no psychologist. And he certainly wasn't even reliable anymore considering in the eyes of any law enforcers considering his entire squad was against him in terms of what the story was. He'd been less than eager to share his genuine account of what happened considering that he'd only be seen as a stupidly desperate criminal. Regardless, he'd detailed it to an interrogator and they'd disappeared a near half hour before

Now he watched as the door swung open and he watched the same interrogator approach the table he was handcuffed to, the air conditioning in the room made the tank top feel like tissue paper against his skin but he was determined to keep up his calm and collected demeanor. "Already gave you my version of the events, what else do you want?"