I opened my eyes, slowly got up and moved to a table they had close to the bed I turned it backwards an sat there waiting to have the conversation with my sister, General Synthia O'Connell, my name is Jason O'Connell. Human Cyborg Soldier-Class Exodus-Tier 1. My head nor body hadn't adjusted yet but I was seeing thermal vision, than daytime vision, night time vision and finally back to normal vision. My sister moved closer to the glass, than she ran toward the steps to the only door to my room. The door made a clicking sound and than clacking noise as the door opened by itself for my sister. She ran toward me and hugged me tightly, I missed that feeling and it felt like we hadn't hugged in a decade. I gently hugged her back, after we hugged she immediately left the room with a group soldiers that were her escort of protection, a female soldier came inside the room with a large duffel bag and she threw it at my feet. I chuckled at this, apparently she was cautious of me for some reason but I was sure I was going to get answers soon enough. I unzipped the duffel bag. I grabbed my cargo black pants, my black socks, white tank top, black t-shirt and my father's military jacket that was forest green. I had leather leg-harness with a medium-sized square pouch that had my knife holstered, I had two separate holsters with no pistols and clip holsters but no clips. I got dressed and put everything on the way it is supposed to be. A soldier handed me my dog tags. I put them on and they led me to my sister.
"So you're related to the General?" the female soldier spoke boldly but honestly. I liked that in certain people.
"She's my sister. She served in the U.S Marine Corp. and I was a mercenary. I got my training from our father who was a Green Beret in Vietnam or what we would call it now is Special forces and from my time in the U.S Army. We might not have always seen eye to eye but we loyal and trusted one another. She might not be the easiest to get along with but she gets the job done nine times out of ten." I answer the female soldier's question as I searched my coat for my cigarettes along with the matches, after a few moments I finally found them in a pouch attached to my leg harness. I opened the pack of Marlboro Red shorts, I sparked the match to life and inhaled the toxic fumes from the cigarette an my body relaxed an sort of felt a sense of relief. I offered the soldier one and she grabbed two, she put one in back of her ear an she lit the other one. We looked at each other for a minutes asking the basic questions back and forth, I found out that her name was Desiree Kournikova. She had been fresh out of boot camp, she was 25 years old and her father was an active Lieutenant Marcus Kournikova, but he was stationed in Russia. They didn't see eye to eye on anything and that made them hardly speak to each other.
"Do you wanna get your firearms or wait till after you meet up with the General?" Desiree asked as we came to a two way break off corridor.
"Firearms of course. So what do prefer assault rifle or sub machine gun?" I felt sort of compelled to ask and I'm not quite sure why I did.
"Sub machine gun, no doubt about it in my mind." Desiree looked quite puzzled by my question but she answered it.