<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ernest wasn't exactly sure what happened until he met the eyes of military man. The man began to poke him direct in the chest, <span style="color: #FF8000">"YOU...You are going nowhere. You may have paid for a flight, but we are on the ground now and you are in a military vehicle. Get your ass in your seat and stay there, until you hear from the pilotes. They are probably trying to check the perimeter and last what they need are some damn civilians asking about what has happened."</span><br/><br/>Ernest held his hands up in surrender, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Sorry. Sorry. Just not used to sitting around..."</span> Ernest looked over to the woman, giving a shrug as he sat back down. He fixed his jacket some, angry at the military man for being so physical. There was no need for all that. Oh well. <br/><br/>The man turned to the woman, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Mylady, no offense meant. But until we know what we are up to, we would appreciate if the civilians stay out of our way."</span> Ernest resisted the urge to scoff. Of course the man would be polite to the woman, beautiful as she was. No respect, none at all. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Yes, of course. I'm fine with you guys doing all the work and us staying out of the way, but you know--being polite could go a long way, sir."</span> At that, Ernest leaned back in his seat again, letting his hands rest in his jacket pockets.</div>