An Explosion rings loud in Casey's ear as he returns fire against insurgents with the tank commander's machine gun. The Iraqi militias swarmed around his tank in large human wave attacks. His tank commander was lying in the gunner's seat drowning in his own blood from a wound in his neck. Corporal Norton's panic only rose and rose as he fired into the oncoming hordes of hostiles attempting to swarm his tank platoon.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Get down idiot!"</span>Corporal Norton obeyed the voice of his platoon sergeant over the radio closing the hatch above him. A second later a machine gun raked the across his tank removing the majority of the threat.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Get your tank out of here!"</span>came the voice of his platoon sergeant again over the radio. Casey yelled to the driver to back the tank up to retreat as fast as possible. Casey guided his driver over a sand dune and out of the line of fire through the commander's periscopes. He heard the sounds of battle become distant as they sped away. Casey noted some sort of buzzing noise, the firing of a tanks cannon, a separate explosion and then only the noises of the track of the tank. Casey's eyes darkened as they crossed the desolate sand.<br/><br/>Casey wakes to his alarm blaring in his ears. He reaches for a glass of water on his night stand as he turns of the alarm with his other hand. He erects himself turning to sit on the side of his bed. He washed his dream away from his mind taking another sip of water. He mused over being the only survivor of his platoon for a moment. The others in his tank had died at later points in the war there and in Afghanistan but he survived. Casey cleared his mind as he got out of bed as an early morning freight train passed the Black Bullet. He did his morning workout routine, conducted personal hygiene and dressed all before the clock read 6:30 AM.<br/><br/>Breakfast waited for him at his laptop where he continued his work from the night before. He deciphered the data and found more than Maddox might have thought might be on the data card. Enough for a search warrant of his house and perhaps enough evidence to convict Maddox for good. Casey copies the data that he finds pertinent and uses it to fill out a request to a judge to get a warrant to search the Maddox residence. As he finishes he hears a knock on one of the doors,<span style="color: #4000FF">"Come in."</span>Mongrel enters and quickly informs him that the search for Garrison's body was given up as the trail had gone cold. She is brought breakfast by one of Casey's drones and the two eat while catching up from old times. Mongrel leaves before long to finally get rest after the long day. Casey watched as she left the coach and crossed the rail yard in the early morning light. His handler seemed to be running late given that it was eight in the morning and he hadn't arrived.