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Dreams,a trick of the mind when utter exhaustion forced the deepest sleep out of this mortal coil. A place where past,present,and maybe even future mixed together in one grand melange of impossible scenarios. A state of mind long held to be a higher plane by those who held belief in something more then the day to day struggle of living. For many a prophet had been inspired by the words of their gods in the dreams of a sleeping mind. Perhaps it was simply the fact that in dreams one was stripped of their preconceived notions so that God could indeed talk through them.

Whatever the how and the why Kyle had never been disturbed by the nature of his dreams. Then again nothing disturbing ever happened in them.Even after five years of carrying a rifle this Marine with the MOS 0317 had never awoke in the middle of the night terrified of what the world of dreams cared to show him. This voyage into his sleeping mind proved no different from a thousand others.

The hot desert wind blew around him, it's sand laden fury a familiar one after these five years of carrying his gun and dog tags. Before him lay the body of a dead Arab, one whom he recognized as a life he had ended this afternoon. The copper toned scout sniper stood over this desert born man, though an enemy Kyle felt no malice from the body. Indeed after a few minutes of gazing the body turned its head and smiled up at this Apache that had ended it's life short of grey hair and grandchildren. No sign of the violence that had ended his life marred the Arab's visage. The smile of this fallen enemy acted as a balm for a heart weary of the desert wind.

The wind grew cool as the sun sank past the horizon and the Marine knew the reason why the heat of the desert dimmed. Bowing his head in thanks Kyle prayed for the soul of this man who could forgive his killer. Though as the last words left his lips the scout sniper felt a sudden unease as if everything had lurched sideways just the slightest bit.

Cool wind gave way to the feel of cold metal against bare skin. And were the dream of a dead man gave no terror this sensation was a pause for concern. Snapping his eyelids open the carrier of rifles was greeted not with the bright morning sun of a desert camp but the darkness of shadow strewn room. The darkness made it difficult to be sure but Kyle was fairly sure this place wherever it may be was largish. The current of the flowing cold air suggested a sense of space no small room could muster. Badly wanting to stand up he resisted the urge as unwise. Many a warrior had met their end because of rash movements in the darkness.

First thing was first though and that was finding out where on God's green earth he was. Perhaps this was simply a casualty collection point.Perhaps his HMHVEE had simply hit an IED,he certainly wouldn't be the first Marine injured in such a fashion. If that were the case they would have left his gear within arms reach of him.Kyle ever so cautiously and quietly inched both his arms around his reaching distance.Finding only more cold metal the scout sniper began to worry just the slightest bit. Could he have been captured by enemy forces. If that were the case how in the name of the Trinity did they find a cold metal box in the middle of the desert to stick him in. Hell even the fridges barely worked out here let alone the AC. Not to mention most terrorist were smart enough to tie up their prisoners,respecting what a fellow warrior could do even devoid of weapons.

Risking the slightest raising of his head he tried to force his eyes to gaze past the shadows. Gradual shades of lighter grey did little to help orient Kyle to his surroundings. Closing his eyes the Marine instead let his ears do the seeing. At first all there was the omnipresent flow of cold air with very little in the way of a sense of direction. Then a single shout cut through the air.

" Somebody!Anybody! Where am I!?"

The voice was tinged with what could only be a Hispanic accent,one the scout sniper was familiar with from the years he spent in the Corp. Deciding that calming the owner of the voice was worth the risk of revealing his position Kyle replied.

" Corporeal Kyle United States Marine Corp reporting Sir." He hoped that would be enough for now as he silently made his way over to the source of the shout at right angles so as to lower the risk of being shot.