Marine Corps.
The rising sun was high in the sky, bathing everything in bright sunshine.
Flossie Wright gracefully slid down from the helicopter with a long rope, once again standing on this land she had not been on for many days.
The rest of the people hadn't yet returned, and there were very few left on the base, but those standing guard were as unyielding as a rooted tree under the morning sun, not showing the slightest wavering. The military personnel passing by marched in perfect rhythm, showing no slackness either.
Long hours of travel and combat made Flossie feel a little drowsy. She rubbed her forehead, and according to Austin Shepherd's instructions, headed straight for the office building in the corps.
