Time: Ariel 44th, 1447, 10:00. Location: Second Continent, Narnendia, Kharbury

The Americans would separate into their different rooms, all of them amazed at the size and comfort of the bed as they wouldn’t even strip out of their uniforms before falling asleep.

Time: Ariel 44th, 1447, 12:00. Location: Second Continent, Narnendia, Kharbury

One of the maids would enter Smith’s room without knocking, going in to get a better view of the American. She walks across towards his bed and looks down at him, observing his face. She reaches down to feel the fabric. As soon as she makes contact with his uniform his eyes fly open as he grabs her by the collar and throws her onto the bed as she screams, rolling onto her and placing his 1911 against her head. Within seconds guards rush towards the scream, the other Americans also rushing into the room with their rifles up and ready. Smith yells at the guards and his comrades, “WHO THE FUCK IS SHE!? AND WHY IS SHE TRYING TO TOUCH ME WHILE I SLEEP!?” The Americans snicker as Doyle translates over to the guards, the maid whimpering, terrified by the cold steel up against her head. One of the guards speaks to Doyle, conversing with him until the maid yells at him. Smith pushes the barrel deeper into her head, taken by surprise when she yells, the guard and Doyle pause for a second before continuing to talk, eventually reaching a conclusion, “Sir, the lady is a maid who works here and she was interested in the material of our uniforms as it was a different design than any she had ever seen. She wondered if we were nobles.” Smith shakes his head as he gets off the maid, holstering his pistol, “I swear to god women are the same everywhere. Always losing their mind for clothing.” The soldiers snicker as Smith leaves the room, the squad following behind him shortly. Willis chuckles slightly as he smacks Smith lightly on the back, “Not even a day back in civilization and you’re already the talk of the ladies.” Smith just shakes his head, “Shut up Willis.” The squad laughs as they walk toward the main living room in the mansion, looking at the different items there as Doyle walks up to the butler, “Could you point us to what the manacomm is and show us how to use it? I don’t think we’ve ever had a manacomm that looks so different before.” The butler nods, taking them to a large box in the corner of the room with glowing crystals. The butler points at the different dials, explaining the purpose of each one before bowing and turning away. Doyle thanks the butler as he turns the dials to the American Army frequency with immediate access to Washington, speaking into the glowing microphone crystal, at least that’s what it looked like, “This is Private First Class Doyle of the US Army, 82nd Airborne, Signal Group. I am reporting from a foreign city. Can anyone read me?”

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Doyle turns around, looking at Willis, “I don’t think we can-” Suddenly from the manacomm, a crackle occurs as a static voice comes through, “This is Sergeant Sherman from the Pentagon. State your identification number.”