he coughed softly as he found his room was dark, he turned seeing that it wa actually two in the afternoon, sighing he stood up slowly, still alittle woozy from the drugs he had been given for his fever, he stamered over to the wall pushing the button on the intercom "Pat....." he paused softly "....where the hell are we?" he released the button and coughed before sighging waiting for a reply "room....lights please" the room lit up brightly and he had to shield his eyes as they adjusted to the light.  He walked over to the mirror and rubbed his beard "need to shave..." his eyes focused on his dog tags "Nicholai Rihnehart" he smiled, he had a history to both hate and be proud of, he loved the fact that he was where he was and had no control of it, he was the kind of guy who could be leader but rather sit back and enjoy the ride