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Let Loose; Josh, Alex
Topic Started: Feb 20 2010, 06:35 AM (340 Views)
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Time of day: 18:17
Place in the timeline: February 17th


Josh glanced at his watch as he strode down the hall, pursing his lips at the late hour. He'd planned on joining one of his old cell friends for dinner forty-five minutes ago, but it looked as if that wasn't happening now. As happened every other evening, he'd been asked to stay a bit later, only this time it was to deliver some documents to Inferno's office in the Central Office of the Mutant Republic.

The healer didn't mind too much... he could always get a rain check for dinner with a friend, but opportunities to rub elbows with people in positions like these were coveted by most in his position. As a boy who had lived to serve almost his entire mutant life, the chance to be in a place of such importance filled him with excitement. This was the place where they oiled the machine that was Jus Soli. These were the people that made it possible for Josh to walk the streets without wearing a cloak and hood.

Reaching the correct door found in yet another deserted corridor that had looked exactly like the last five, Josh rapped on the door before grasping the handle and opening it. A young, dark-haired, secretary with violet eyes sat at the desk in front of him and gave him a warm smile, “Agent Foley!”

He smiled politely with a firm nod, “Yes m'am. I have the interrogation Inferno's office requested on the Guatemalan terrorist we apprehended.”

She smiled as she reached across her desk for the communication console, “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me m'am. I'm only three years older than you.”

“As always... one more time, m'am.”

Her smile fell away as she pressed one of the buttons on the console, looking slightly put out, “Sir? Agent Foley is here with the documents you requested.”
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Jus Soli was a country full of young people, as could be suspected. Most mutants developed at puberty, and they fought for their lives during the wars. Older mutants seemed fewer, and while they did exist this was a new phenomenon, evolution had come only in the past twenty some odd years in any real discernible numbers. So there were far more young people in the country than there were old people. Hell, Alex Summers was the ambassador to the Non-X countries and he was a twenty-six year old college drop out. But he was a decorated war hero, and had distinguished himself to their leader Magnus. If he thought about another life, finishing college, finding a girl, settling down, he kept it to himself. He had important work to do. He had lives to save so that the next generation of young people didn't have to work as hard as this one, so that kids could get the chance to be kids.

Case in point, one Agent Josh Foley, a member of their police force at the tender age of 'barely-past-puberty.'

When the secretary announced his arrival, Ambassador Inferno had been just about to head out the door. He had requested some information on one of the rebels who had been captured while attacking one of the boarder outposts. Not an uncommon situation. Jus Soli's formation had displaced a lot of South Americans, though no one thought about the fact that every last mutant in this country had been forced into this retreat. No one had wanted this, but it was an alternative to war. He'd requested the interrogation reports but honestly no one knew when it would come. Some nuts were tougher to crack than others. So he was about to head out to grab some dinner, since frankly, the only thing Inferno could cook was microwave popcorn... which he did without a microwave.

Stepping out in the office's front room, Inferno glanced over at the boy, surprised he had a golden metallic sheen, but around Jus Soli, "normal" was abnormal. "Agent Foley," he smiled, "At ease, soldier, war's over... sort of." He took the file, tucking it into his briefcase. "I'm about to grab some dinner before I head home. You eat yet? There's a great place about three blocks over. What do you say? Magnus is footing the bill."
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“Uh...”

He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. After all, Ambassador Inferno was an important man... a bit of a legend in the department, yet here he was in the flesh. He wasn't carrying a giant gun or wielding a great ball of superheated radiation or plasma or whatever it was he did exactly. The man was standing there in front of him with a briefcase in one hand, smiling at Josh like they were friends.

God... he can't be older than twenty-five.

That last thought sobered the ambitious mutant teen; he thought about all that Inferno had accomplished in such a short amount of time, and it nearly depressed him. How the hell could he make an impression on the powers that be when people like the Ambassador were blinding and dazzling everyone with their records. Yet he still couldn't help but be in awe of the man.

“Dinner, sir?”

It took a moment for Agent Foley to actually register what dinner was. Food. One of the legends was asking him if he wanted to sit down at a table and eat with him. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. Why? Was he in trouble? Rumors had been popping up that citizens amongst the unrest in JS had been disappearing on suspicion that they were race traitors, and Josh knew them to be hard fact. After all, he'd apprehended and interrogated several of them himself with his partner.

Foley did his best to swallow the fearful thought that he was being set up. He couldn't ruin a chance to talk shop with Ambassador Inferno, could he? “No sir. I planned on getting something to eat when I get home. I appreciate the offer, but I would hate to impose.”
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"Nonsense," Alex said, cheerfully, "If it was an imposition, I wouldn't invite you. One thing you'll come to know about me, Agent Foley, I'm not an overly polite man. If I didn't want you to come along, you wouldn't have been asked." The Ambassador chuckled, "Besides, I don't know how they feed you kids over in the police barracks, but I've had government food. I'm surprised you're as healthy looking as you are."

The kid was staring at him like he was afraid that Alex might bite his head off, which made him smile even wider. Here young Foley was a policeman, and a damn good one if his records were accurate, but right now, he was showing that really he was just a teenager, really, a kid forced into an adult role by the odd circumstances of life in Jus Soli. Remembering his own first intro into being a mutant, the violent pain filled early manifestations, uncontrollable, terrifying. Lost in the desert outside of Vegas, determined to walk to New York to find his brother if he had to, he was lucky enough to be picked up by another mutant, Buford Hollis, a man who later became his commanding officer in the war. Without guidance, he would have been a walking disaster area, he might not be where he was today.

"If I have to make it an order, I will, Agent," Alex winked, "But honestly, I just hate eating alone. People cluck their tongues when you're alone in a diner, and try to fix you up with their ugly sisters. Besides, we can call this a business meeting and I won't get my company credit card revoked." Nodding at the door, he gave the boy no chance to escape as he steered him out, and they headed towards the diner.

"Ambassador," greeted the pleasant four armed lady behind the counter as they entered.

"Marilyn, what did I tell you?" Alex chided, and the woman blushed a pretty pink.

"Sorry, Alex," Marilyn corrected. "The usual?"

"Give us a few minutes," Alex said, "Let my young friend glance at the menu. I think being in my presence may be giving him an ulcer." He chuckled and took a seat in one of the booths, positioning his back to the door, a man totally confident in his security, and in his surroundings, "So, Foley, tell me about yourself. You and your partner, Ford is it, you two have been quite the team from what I hear. How's that going for you? Everything as you expected it here?"

He leaned his chin on his gloved fist, contemplatively, looking the boy in the eyes. Alex had long ago learned that the key to the diplomatic art of conversation was to give the impression of total interest, making the person with you feel as those they were the most important thing on your mind.
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To say that Josh felt uncomfortable sharing a table with Alex 'Inferno' Summers would be an understatement. This was his chance to make an impression on one of the men that was instrumental in bringing World War III to an end, and Agent Foley didn't want to blow it. He stared at his menu as he tried wracking his brain for things to say. Would he be overstepping himself if he asked about the President or General Hollis and what they had been like during the war? Would he screw up if he asked about the Ambassador's own manifestation of his powers? His eyes skimmed the menu as his brain worked feverishly through scenario after scenario.

"So, Foley, tell me about yourself. You and your partner, Ford is it, you two have been quite the team from what I hear. How's that going for you? Everything as you expected it here?"

Foley looked up, meeting the man's eyes, “Me sir? Not much to tell, really. It was just my dad and me for a while. He didn't think much of mutants. I manifested at twelve when I healed our housekeeper after she broke her neck. My skin changed and she freaked out. My dad got home, chased me out of the house with a knife and I haven't seen him since. Got picked up by a Brotherhood cell in Vermont that went by the name of Roughnecks, and they treated me well. They were guerillas, always coming back to camp busted up or shot and I healed patched them up good as new. They caused some serious damage all the way up till the war was over. Stitch – Colonel Specian – did a good job with us.”

“After the war, the Roughnecks were part of the second wave to reach Jus Soli. Fortunately General Shaw had heard of us and helped us all get started. He felt I would do better working in the infirmaries, but I couldn't let myself. All I've known since I was twelve was fighting and protecting others, and that's what I wanted to keep doing, so after a couple of aptitude tests, his people set me up with a job in on the force as an analyst, interrogator, and a sketch artist. Once Ford came along, the chief got the idea that we'd be more effective working together, and we've been partners since. Our training's been a bit more rigorous, but it's been really useful. I enjoy it.”

During the short summary of his life, Josh seemed to unwind, feeling slightly more at east around the Ambassador. At least enough to look back down at his menu and make a tentative suggestion about what to eat. Did he really intend on paying for his meal with government money?

“I think I'll just take a salad,” he said, folding his menu and placing his hands on top of it, “and a water.”
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"Hell of a story, Foley," Alex said, nodding, "I've met Shaw, he's a good man. Most of the best men I've ever met were ones that I served with. War makes us stronger, but, don't forget that it's not everything. We're trying to make a peaceful life for us here. You got a power that can save a lot of lives, don't be in such a hurry to take too many, you get me. I can wipe the map clean of all those bigots back north with my powers," He balled his fist and let it fill with a white hot glow, and then banished it just as quickly, "But I prefer to think that there's nonviolent ways to save the world from our own fears and hatreds. Maybe that means I'm an idealistic dreamer, but, eh, I'm a powerful and respected one, so no one dares contradict me to my face." He laughed, "Good for you for putting the country before yourself, though, seriously, we need more like you, kids who've risen above their circumstances to make something of themselves. Gives the rest of us hope."

Marilyn came over and said, "You boys ready?"

"Yeah, I think I'm going for your famous chicken fried steak with extra gravy, you know how I like it." Alex said, "And, Agent Foley?"

“I think I'll just take a salad,” [Foley] said, folding his menu and placing his hands on top of it, “and a water.”

"What?!" Alex said, "You're killing me, Foley! Marilyn, does this boy look like a salad's enough for him?"

"Hardly," Marilyn said, "He's about the same age as my son, and I know them teenagers got hollow legs."

"That's what I thought," Alex said, "Bring him a steak, medium well, a baked potato with all the fixings, and a soda. Once we've finished, we'll be having apple pie with vanilla ice cream."

"You got it," Marilyn smiled, and she leaned down to say softly to Foley, "Don't argue with him, Kid, just let him be nice. He usually eats alone."

"No telling tells, missy," Inferno scolded, "I'm a busy man, not a lonely one."

The woman headed back to put their orders in, "Ohhh," she said, "My mistake entirely."

The Ambassador shook his head and said, "She's a bit of a busybody, that one, likes to get her fingers in everyone's piece of pie." A little joke considering Marilyn had four hands. "So, I bet you've got a dozen questions for me. I've never met a young up 'n' comer yet who hasn't. Let me answer the most common ones. Yes, I'm only twenty-Six. Yes, I've worked with Magnus personally. Yes, my brother is a bank robber still living illegally in New York. Yes, I melted an entire tank battalion to slag during the Attack of Manaus when they attempted to stop us from crossing the Amazon. No, I'm not and never was dating the Princess... hmm, did I forget any?"
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Josh's eyes widened in surprise when the Ambassador shrugged off his request and ordered him a steak and potato. It had been a long time since he'd had something like that... not that they weren't paying him enough, but Foley horded. He almost never caught a movie, ate bran flakes, raisin bran, and protein bars, and always went for the generic. It wasn't that he didn't like having a good time or anything... he just wasn't sure how to go about it. He'd never had an allowance, spent the younger part of his teens in abandoned houses and caves with freedom fighters much older than himself, and was drafted into the police force to undergo rigorous and deadly training. Saving and simplicity were second nature to him.

Agent Foley had never been drunk, in trouble with the law, seen a girl naked, or even been kissed. He was as golden as the skin that was his birthright.

He glanced skeptically at Marilyn as she warned him not to protest; looking back at Inferno, his face was a mask of worry. Did the Ambassador do this often? What would the government think of such actions? What if he got in trouble for eating on JS's dime? Still... he did not protest; Ambassador Inferno insisted, and Foley wasn't about to contradict the legend sitting at his table.

The Ambassador leaned forward as Marilyn collected the menus and walked off to fill their orders, commenting on how she liked to get her fingers in every pie. Looking over his shoulder, Josh cracked a hint of a smile at the obvious pun directed toward her extra set of digits, but his worry over the use of government money for personal reasons kept him from fully appreciating the humor.

"So, I bet you've got a dozen questions for me. I've never met a young up 'n' comer yet who hasn't.”

Inferno went on to address and confirm what many of the history books and magazines had printed about the man, making sure that Foley was aware that he had never dated Magnus' daughter. Josh wondered how the Prospector had gotten away with printing blatant lies without repercussions. Couldn't people like the Ambassador or the Princess, put a stop to it, or was it out of their hands? He decided that he'd never quite understand how those sort of things worked.

“Sir, what's Genral Hollis like? I've heard Stitch talk about him... basically worships the General. Do you see him a lot these days? Do you work with the military? What about when you travel? What are the some of the other countries like now? Do they still hate us as much as they used to? I still hear there's tons of mutants outside of Jus Soli... especially in places like the U.S. Have you talked to them? Why haven't they moved? They can't actually think they have better lives where they are, right? I mean... Jus Soli is the gem of the world... the mutant dream.”
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The kid did have questions and of course, they were military geared, for the most part. Inferno wondered if young Agent Foley knew anything but his career. Maybe he should suggest that the police force get their brightest and boldest babes for Christmas. It would probably help loosen them up. Hell, though, honestly, Alex himself was not one one might call extremely experienced in the ways of romance. He'd had his share of short term relationships, but there really weren't many women willing to take a back seat to his career, and those who were usually wanted to use his status to elevate their own, which ticked him off. He didn't ask to be the Ambassador, hadn't ever set out to be the golden boy of Jus Soli, just wanted... no needed to do what it took to make things right, to save his people, to serve his people. But damn if they didn't need a hero, and if it helped give them hope to put him on a pedestal, the only thing he could do was keep being worthy of it, even if it unfortunately meant a sacrifice of personal relationships.

"Hollis is a good man, a damn fine general, but more than that," Alex said, turning to the questions to keep his mind off the sudden wave of loneliness that washed over him, "When I was a little younger than you, my powers manifested in a pretty violent way. I ran away, to try and find my brother in New York, and I was beyond lucky that it was Hollis who found me trying to walk across Nevada. I owe the man more than he's probably comfortable admitting, because he's not that sort. He does what needs doing because he can do it. You could do worse than following his example, I tell you that. I haven't seen him much since I resigned my commission to accept the Ambassadorial position. I've done my best to keep the military out of my operation, as a sort of olive branch to humanity. If I went in there with soldiers, I doubt I'd be allowed to land my plane, frankly."

Thinking about the rest of the world, Alex said, "You know, I don't know so much that we would ever have been hated before the Culling. We were feared, we were the boogey men, but if a few half-crocked insurrectionists hadn't made the decision for the rest of us, we might've found a way to live in peace. I think that's why so many of our kind have gone underground, and are trying to stay in the Non-X countries, hidden, and stubborn in their suffering. They didn't make the decision to attack, many of them didn't fight in the war. My brother calls Jus Soli a reservation, and so he refuses to wait to be wiped out by smallpox contaminated blankets. They just don't understand, any of them. It's hard to realize that the place of your birth hates you, that you aren't welcomed there anymore. I think one of the reasons Ruby does as well as he does there is because he's never felt accepted, so it's not like a depressing thing for him. He turned being hated and feared into a badge of honor. Is that a good thing? No, it's not, but you can't help but understand it sometimes."
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Agent Foley hung onto the Ambassador's every word as he shared a bit of his past with the boy. No wonder Inferno was a legend; being found so early in your mutant life and taken in by one of the most brilliant mutant minds of the age could only help make you a great man. Josh found himself envious of the man sitting across from him, wondering if he might have ended up in that seat were he born only a few years before. After all, their origin stories shared certain similarities – both ran away from their homes and wandered for a while before being taken in by the Brotherhood.

He then listened to Alex's theories on the social climate – why humans hated us so much and why some mutants had actually deigned to stay behind. Josh could understand the reasons why mutants hated them after the Culling; it had been a devastating coordinated attack that had killed a lot of humans at one time. There hadn't been a day that had made so much impact on history since 9/11 as far as Josh could tell, but the Culling had not occurred unprovoked. The humans were not the innocent victims they made themselves out to be, and had it not been for the struggle between mutants and humans, who knew where Josh would have ended up. Who knew what kind of life he would have ended up having. The whole thing was confusing, and it disturbed Josh that a small part of him never wanted to war to be over; it was all he knew, and if there was suddenly no need for soldiers, then what was he supposed to do with the rest of his life?

“Your brother,” Josh said tentatively, “I've heard a few of the men at the station talk about him. Some people see him as a bit of a hero like you. Causing trouble for the sapes on the other side. A few think he's a race traitor for not supporting JS. Do you ever talk to him anymore? Do you think he'll ever join us over here?”

He was skating on the personal, but it was hard for someone like Inferno to have a personal life when he was in the public spotlight so much. Where exactly did the public face end and the man behind the office begin? It made the boy wonder about himself – how much was Josh and how much was Agent Foley.
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"Ruby's not a hero," Alex said, looking up at Marilyn as she brought them their drinks, "Thanks, Marilyn." He dumped about six packets of sugar into his ice tea and went on, "But he's not a race traitor either. He's... Jesus, how do I explain a guy like Ruby?" Running his hand through his shortly cropped blond hair, Alex said, "Ruby... Scott saved my life when we were kids. We were in a plane with our parents and there was some kind of accident. Mom tied us together, gave us the only parachute, and we jumped. Scotty held me the whole way down, but the parachute caught fire, and when we landed we landed hard. Well, he did, he turned to shield me and hit his head hard enough to go into a coma for a year because of it. He was ten years old and he sacrificed himself to save me. That's who he is, not whatever the hell the world's made him. He's a criminal, he's a drunk, he's a drug addict and he's an immoral piece of shit, but that's all on the surface. Underneath is the man who wouldn't let me follow in his foot steps, who shipped me off to a private school when all I wanted to do was be a part of his gang, and who beat the hell out of me when I got too big for my britches."

He leaned back in his seat and said, "No, Ruby's never coming to Jus Soli, unless he gets a lobotomy. He doesn't believe in what we're doing, he doesn't believe that humanity's going to stand for us being free. He doesn't have any hope that we're going to succeed here... he doesn't have any hope at all. That's probably the big difference between him and me... between people like him and people like us. You and me, Agent, we have hope. We see there's a way for peace, a way for us to thrive. We know that we can give our children a chance."

The food came and Alex looked over at the boy, with a smile, saying, "Or am I wrong about you?"
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Thank god for Marilyn.

The food came just as Inferno was talking about how people like Josh had hope that the war would be over... that peace could finally be achieved. It was a lovely thought. It was one that Josh wanted with all his heart to believe in, and he felt horrible that he couldn't make himself fully want a world at complete peace. Fortunately, the diversion of sizzling meat gave the cadet a reason not to look the diplomat in the eye.

Perhaps that's because he had never been familiar with peace. His home life had been set upon by tragedy before he'd been literally chased from it by his father's own prejudice. He'd been found by freedom fighters and was given a purpose – taking care of the injured after they'd returned from a mission. When he finally made it to Jus Soli Josh had quickly adapted to the new atmosphere, and instead of becoming a healer, he became a cadet in the JS police force and an interrogator. A life spent serving and protecting was all that Josh knew, and the thought that one day there would be nothing to protect his fellows from terrified the boy. He was scared to death of becoming obsolete before he was even twenty. Sure... he could find something else to do, but this was the life he knew, and he was comfortable in it.

He eyed the steak as it sizzled on a hot pan in front of him; the smells wafting from it and the garlic baked potato reminded him how hungry he was. It had been a long time since he'd eaten this well, yet he felt guilty for eating on the government's expense. Sure... he ate in the mess hall, but the government willingly paid for that; this was different. Picking up his knife and fork a little reluctantly, Josh began to slice the blade through the slab of meat, eyes glued to the pink-gray flesh as juices oozed out of the cut.

“I... guess so. Sir.”

Oh great... that sounded really convincing. You better explain yourself or he'll think you're really lame for not being all wide-eyed and enthusiastic about world peace.

“I mean... I'm not sure I could see myself doing anything other than what I'm doing now. I'm not exactly thrilled about some of the aspects of my job,” he hurriedly continued, “but at the same time... this is all I really know. It's kind of like being a doctor when all sickness and death just disappears one day. What's a doctor supposed to do after that? There's only so many babies that can be born.”
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Alex smiled around a mouthful of the best chicken fried steak in the whole of the new homeland, and, swallowing, said, "Oh, to be young again. You see the world in black and white, Foley. You think peace means you're out of a job? Hardly. Not a civilization in the entire world that doesn't need cops, that doesn't need soldiers. The minute you let your guard down is the minute your world crumbles. I know this from personal experience and I am sure you do too. But listen to what I'm proposing for a minute here, and stop thinking that there's only two states of being-- fighting for your life or not having life at all. There's a middle ground, there really is."

Leaning out of the booth, Alex called, "Marilyn, you outdid yourself again! I'm going to have to get a larger uniform if you keep feeding me this well." He sat back and chuckled, "She's one hell of a cook. Runs this place mostly alone, you know. Got a girl in here on weekdays, but that's about it."

Digging back into the mound of potatoes and gravy on his plate, Alex said, "Look, Kid, you're a healer, I saw it in your files. I know how you and your partner handle interrogations. It's one hard ass life you are setting yourself up for, one that can lead you to dark dark places. You're a good kid, I can tell, respectful and conscientious, responsible, but when you see the world in so narrow a viewpoint, you miss everything that's going on to the sides, all the periphery. I hate chaos, hate havoc. I like things to make sense and I like things to be right. Fighting, war, battle, chaotic and out of control. But turn that on it's head, use those techniques in an ordered manner, in a way that advances us not retards us, in a way that makes us more than foot soldiers and cannon fodder. We can be a powerful and thriving nation. We are an evolved race, we should be more than brutes wrestling with other brutes over the last brontosaurs ham bone."

Shrugging, he said, "I don't know know, maybe I'm idealistic, but I just think that if we want to survive, we need to be less concerned with killing our enemies and more concerned with healing our brothers."
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In his entire memory, Josh could not recall someone actually sitting him down and telling him that there was more to life than struggling for survival. It had always been, 'One day these humans will get what's coming to them', or 'When we have a land of our own...' The most important years of his life had been spent trying to help achieve that 'one day'. They now had their own nation, and now that it was over, Josh felt a little like a kid who had gotten something he really wanted for Christmas – it's nice for a while, but eventually you get tired of the nice, shiny new toy. Not that he was tired of his nation or discontent with it... it was just... what do you do now that you got the thing you want most?

He sliced another sliver of meat off his steak and bit it off the end of his fork, chewing thoughtfully, reveling in the taste of the fresh meat. He finally swallowed and took a sip from his soda to wash it down before focusing his blue eyes intently on the diplomat again, “Whether you call it idealistic or not, I admire the way you see things, sir. We need more people like you... people out there actually trying to work through things by talking instead of hitting.”

He hesitated briefly, “Perhaps you're right about my job leading me to dark places. It's hard to believe in the good that everyone has when you have to deal with the bad in people every day, but someone has to think the worst to keep it from happening, and someone has to do whatever it takes to get the job done. Like the President said in his first speech – 'Enjoy your peace, but remember, my brothers and sisters, to never take it for granted. Should outside forces threaten the well-being of your homeland, do not shy away from duty or responsibility. Become terrible in the face of oppression, for only in that will we find peace.'”

He took another bite of his food and used that moment to glance around the room, catching sight of a girl who could have been around his age – maybe a couple years older – looking at him. At the briefest of moments that their eyes met, the girl looked back toward her drink and laughing at something her friend had said. He watched her for a moment more, taking in her jet black hair and lavender wings before looking back at Alex, “We live in the greatest country in the world, sir, and I'll always do my best to defend it. I guess right now I just hope there is always something to defend against because it's all I have right now. It's all I've known and I take pride in it. Maybe someday when the climate has settled down and I have more time to pursue... things, then I'll feel differently.”

He pointed at the steak with his fork, “You're right about this place sir... this steak is amazing.”
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