Dog: indoctrination.

[Bonefish]

The recruit dropped his ruck as the truck roared off into the twilight. His papers had brought him to a large metal hut, with a broad bunker attached. He was to report Lieutenant Williams, but no one stood outside the hut. His mind raced for several minutes, expecting a sergeant to emerge from SOMEwhere and tell him where to go. Slowly, his paranoia and fear shrank, and he fixated upon the hut door. His steps were heavy and automatic, his ruck slung over his shoulders, his hand bold against the lever as he opened the door and stepped inside.

The dark, smoky interior would have been disorientating, but a lamp hung over the table with five men dealing cards. One or two looked up at the recruit as he entered, and the recruit observed that many wore no shirt, with lewd scars from past surgeries. Several men lay in shadow upon their bunks, but few stirried when the recruit entered. And empty bed yawned impressibely to his right

"Fing, I fold", a broad shouldered blond almost spit between clenched teeth.

The pot circled, and the recruit began to unpack his ruck. He wore cloth fatigues, and lair out his dino-suit. The Dino-suit was skin-tight and embeded with sensors, monitoring eveyr electric impulse of it's wearer. The dino was also sealed against chemical, nuclear and biological attacks. As the recuit unpack, his eyes wandered from the five players. The only one closest to is own age was a young beechnut man, who met his eyes once. The recruit continues to unpack, placing his personal effects in his footlocker.

"private"

The recruit looked up, astounded. Beechnut was standing infortn of him, his dino fastened to the waist, the arms hanging behind his legs. Beechnut's body was toned and unblemished, so recruit sighed and replied.

"yes?"
"Yes what"
"Huh?" the recruit blinked for a moment. Only a moment, before his head realed and he staggered. He stared at beechnut, and his eyes focused upon his arm and the chevrons. The next blow struck him less slightly by surprise, as he doubled up over beechnut's fist.
"Sir yes, sir." Recruit straightened quickly and stoo at attention.

"Why are you dressed down, soldier?" The recruit blinked and looked a his own fatigues, stammeringand excuse before beechnut's slap left him speechless.

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