a deep moment
Pual was restless. Steve had left, after shaking up Pual with the revelations that Nikki was possibly crazy and that Steve had finally found a girl. The Marine needed to relax, and a park seemed to be a good place to do just that. He walked along a creek, finally locating a nice bench under a tree. He sat down, stareing into the slow, peacful water. His mind raced, trying to come up with something to calm him. A bird chirped, and a cricket chattered. Pual's experienced ears pinpionted the noises, then he was back into his own little bubble of dispair and confusion. If he had had his gun he would have cleaned it, a task he found to be therapudic. Unfortunatly, the weapon was locked away in the glove compartment of his Humvee, and anyway, he didn't have his cleaning rod. He would have to get one of those tactical kits Steve favored. Pual leaned back, eyes on the creek but not really seeing it. His thoughts turned to the last mission he had run, four years ago. Until he got that incedent sorted out in his mind, he was on leave. And with the memory of his men dying, his own body being thrown, and of Steve saving his ass, there was little chance of his getting back into active duty. This thought made his heart sink. Well, at least he had a chance to help the boys overseas with his weapons research. He put his hands behind his head.
"Hey, Pual," she said. "How are you?"