Re: Non-com quarters
He gives the other man a nod. “Hey, I am Justice, I was just waiting to get my orders, and I have not gotten anything yet.” He says with a slight Canadian accent. “I do not even know who my CO is, I am with Special Ops, you have any idea about when we are going to be called up for inspection?”
He looked around the room. “Zen meditation, eh? You are Buddhist then, or just into that bushido stuff?” He asks, scanning other aspects of the room. It was sparse, like his own quarters, he was using a laptop rather then something more sleek and sophisticated, had the swords in a place of honor, so he valued tradition, though he saw nothing of the man’s own heritage in the room. His guess would have been English, and the way he wore the uniform suggested he was trained in the special forces, nothing loose, and he even sat with his body facing the door, ready for a fight. He looked about, seeming to try and pick up on who the man was, Hunter was on the uniforms. “So, can you help me any, Hunter, is it?”