A.J. sits in the shade of a peach tree, sipping from his canteen and enjoying a sweet peach as he listens to the others talk about their homelands. He can't help but think of his old life back home; friends, family, his old job... He smiles at the warm memory and takes another bite of his peach, cringing when his front teeth strike the pit.<br/><br/>Mark mentioning his Translyvanian origins caught A.J.'s ear, mainly because of the rumors he'd heard from the higher-ups when he was (briefly) stationed in Germany. Such claims as government agents sent to recruit so called 'supernatural beings' for 'special operations', or NASA scientists going there in search of some otherworldly  artifact that would benefit national security. Hogwash he'd thought at the time, before he'd been deployed to the desert on what he thought was a wild goose chase...