Day 55: Dawn

[damned_soldiers]

Light snowfall marked the beginning of the morning, accompanied by a strange sort of quiet. The usual announcements that came at this time were nowhere to be heard. Thus, one might have expected the institute to have its first peaceful morning, uninterrupted by voices overhead

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[brb_burgers]

The world went from dark to suddenly bright, fuzzy white when he opened his eyes. Squinting did very little to rectify the issue and reaching up to adjust his glasses did even less. They weren't there-- and he was flat on his back on a bed in some room. One hand groped about blindly in an effort to locate his specs as he sat up, wondering what course of events had led him here without his remembering. He was alone but...

A quick downward look would confirm he wasn't wearing what he normally would, in fact, there was a beret sitting pretty beside the bed.

All evidence was adding up to his arrival here being something he definitely wanted to remember.

Thankfully the quest for his glasses was met with quick reward and America swung his legs over the side of the bed to stand. He didn't feel drugged or hungover or... anything that would prompt a sudden and inexplicable nap, so why was he here? Patting himself down did little in the way of revealing what had transpired. Even the room was nondescript enough to yield no answers and the lack of answers was something that would make anyone suspicious. There was the bed he'd woke up on, a bed across, two desks and closets-- obviously a room that was supposed to be shared.

Aside from the furniture there was this odd clip board type thing attached to the bed he woke up on and it had his name all over it. Well, Alfred was on it but that was to be expected. The lack of identifying of where this paper originated from (hey, it looked official) was curious, but he wasn't too alarmed. Initially.

Since he was already awake he had time to look up when the door burst open, military-types making their way in. Must be mercs because they weren't from any nation he'd--

"You're awake. I'm impressed," it was obvious he was the utmost example of professionalism-- this guy's clothes were so crisp you could probably split hairs on them.

"Hey, where am I?" he really didn't care if he'd just cut in on this guy's schpiel, he was a busy nation and didn't have time for this nonsense. The last thing he wanted on New Years was to be grilled by his boss-man for skipping out of work when he wasn't even hung over.

What he hadn't expected was the soldier to forcibly grab his arm to yank him forward. The guy was human so he was careful when he yanked back but for some reason the exertion left him much more tired than he was accustomed. Still, it gave the soldier opportunity to try again, more successful this time in ousting him out of the room and into the hallway.

"What the hell?!" things were not as they seemed and it would alarm anyone, nation or not. But since he was being moved somewhere he could at least get a gander at the place. "Look, don't I get at least one phone call or something?"

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