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Ethan spent the next two days pondering over Isaac's words, seize control of the station. Today was the day he was to give an answer, should he or shouldn't he, a thousand thoughts floated through his mind. All he had ever known was combat, growing up, foster home to foster home, never on any of the houses did he find peace. Always he was bullied, everyone used to look at him as if he was some sort of monster...until he joined the marines. There he was treated as an equal, none made fun of him...they respected him. It was the family he never had, but as every good thing that ever happened to him... it was taken away from him. Ethan saw his fellow comrades...his brothers in arms, shot down and killed. Their screams still haunted him at night, yet when most died, he lived. Sometimes he wished he had died in the ambush, and now he was presented with a choice, either join Speer and probably kill, or not join him and probably be killed. But why he thought, what good would it do.
“also whose round is it anyway?", Ethan looked around, he was at the cafeteria, OW he thought as he realized his hand was burned from the hot coffee cup he was holding. Gazing at the people he realized it was Harriet who asked whose round it is, "ummm....ye.. it's my turn" mumbled Ethan, still in thought.
“also whose round is it anyway?", Ethan looked around, he was at the cafeteria, OW he thought as he realized his hand was burned from the hot coffee cup he was holding. Gazing at the people he realized it was Harriet who asked whose round it is, "ummm....ye.. it's my turn" mumbled Ethan, still in thought.