to sleep, perhaps to drea-

Marcus had left the diagrams of the incoming troops and bases of the surrounding area, next to Taylor's bunk, and took his medication from underneath the Chester drawers, (the usual place).

"Another month I see..." Mr. lee commented to himself as he palmed the medical container in his hands. He hadn't been able to have a good nights ever since the occurrence in Washington, ever since he lost everything.

Standing up off of Taylor's bed, shook the tormenting sleep form his eyes. As he had stayed up all last night, and wasn't willing to buckle into nightmares now. Marcus had to find a place that was safe for 8 hours, that didn't have the chance of being over run at any moment.

Unfortunately, Marcus didn't believe that these rebels on there current trajectory would survive much longer, seeing as how the "enlightened" were ruthlessly and preemptively slaying any possible dissenter. It was a war of Indian's vs. the Empire.

"How could we fall so quickly, especially to these technological lynchers!" Marcus held a crumpled picture, then looked around to make sure no one had heard him. Then tucked it back into his shirt pocket.

Walking briskly he silently walked out one of the side entrances. The hard light hitting his face, with a cool cross breeze from the south, he walked even faster to his destination. It was 3.5 miles away, in a small public library. Hardly touched since the slew of marshal law, civil-wars and illiteracy rate had skyrocketed.

In his native land his grandfather taught him to read, but was warned never to tell anyone do to the danger that would befall him or his family. This in part was the reason Marcus never would stay too long in one place, but if he ever had to choose it would be the library he was heading to now. It was overlooking a small playground with a small stream to the south. huge curved walls with terraces to the east, it was a heaven, and there he could rest.

Soon he noticed Andra's boy was following, and Marcus couldn't have him follow along, fist things first he would yammer till 3 then complain about his stomach and then Mr. Lee would need to find Andra. Nice lady, but her brisket could kill yah and a temper to match her chili. So it was best not to be around her when she was getting trained/around Mr. Taylor.

Marcus, quickly got the boy lost and hoped that he would just wander back to the base like he usually did.

Eventually coming to the library, Mr. Lee found the janitors closet hitched up his belongings set up his sleeping bag. Had his beans, took his medication and picked out a book from the chared stacks, to nights readings, Chemis-ry