Snippet #1842523

Jace

ID in hand, Jace knew the drill, the guard allowed him leave to enter the Mess. He wasn't hungry, having had a late lunch, but God's Voice had commanded him to go here. No one knew if he was joking or not when he called the loud-speakers that, he would just look at the questioner funny. He had an odd humor, it was difficult to understand. The main issue came from Jace being smarter than you. It was not an insult, unless your IQ was at some crazy genius level...Jace was smarter than you. And he knew it.

Dressed today in simple civilian clothes; an olive green hoodie and cargo pants, black boots and a pair of sunglasses, after as many years of Active duty as Jace had served no one bothered to try to force a uniform on him. A quick sweep of the room locates the table his team is assigned, and brushing past several others Jace cuts in the food line. Those behind him stare rage at his back, while those that know him do the best they can to soothe tempers. One large man attempts to reach out and seize Jace's shoulder, only to be stopped by his buddies, one muttering something about '...you don't mess with the Doc..'

It was common knowledge; You did not mess with those that prepared your food, or those that sewed you up.

A simple drink was all Jace was after, today he wanted juice. Settled in his selection of some mish-mash of fruit juices in a large cup he turns and nods with a grin at those he cut in line..and wanders off. Taking a rather round-about tour of the Mess, greeting a few people he knew, he eyes the table he was supposed to sit at. By now there was two, a man and a woman. From his notes on the team he knew them both, knew them quite well. It was an advantage in his favor; as a medical specialist he HAD to know about the team, so he was issued detailed files on all it's members.

Satisfied that he had some advantage in the situation Jace finally joins the group. Sitting, silent for the moment, he drinks his juice while looking the others over.