Prologue:

Why Am I Here?

Cate

Why am I here? I wanted to god damn escape. Look, I'm going to explain this once, so listen. My name is Private Monique Cate, and Cate is pronounced like the word 'cat.' I would rather be called cat then Cate. I lived in a town as a mechanic's daughter. I like being a mechanic, in fact, it was the only fun thing to do in my hometown. My hometown was so bad that my town's welcome sign said: "whoever comes here, prepare your will." To get out of the town, I had three options: die, a sports scholarship, or join the army. Hell, I get to shoot other assholes, I don't like and it all legal… of sorts. Nothing is worse than being stuck in place in the middle of nowhere, right? … Shit, I jinxed myself, didn't I?

R.C.

Why am I here? I didn't have a choice. My name is Private Sean R.C. There is a reason for R.C., but I've told that story 100,000 times, and today will not be one of those times. I'm let's say… I'm a wild card. At least that's what the jail counselor liked to call me. When going there 5 times, they got tired of seeing me. They basically kicked me out sent me to the army to see and blown the hell up, they don't have to deal with me. In hindsight, that was a pretty smart plan. So now I'm in the army. Hell, it's better the jail… I am going to regret those words. Eh, I'll be fine. There's nothing that strange about the army.