Well, it could’ve been worse. Tyler— or rather Ciggs— sighed heavily as he sat bored in an empty military base. He could hear the soldiers and sergeants outside, superiors talking about war or something related to.

Ciggs hated this. Not moving, waiting for something to happen. It sucked, but he really had no other choice. As he waited for Price to come back with a report, he shifted in his chair, fidgeting and tapping his index finger against the desk.

His right leg bounced relentlessly, and it was getting harder to keep still. Jesus, how long does getting a report take? Ciggs’ eyes flickered to the pack of cigarettes.