A couple months have passed since Slate and the others were stationed in Germany, during that time things have changed quite a bit. Gideon and Panzer have formed a very strong bond, this bond was at its most obvious while they were eating; every time Gideon ate he would give a quarter of his food to Panzer. Currently at the moment they everyone was having MRE meatloaf, witch was the most disgusting thing Gideon ever had in his entire life.

The current exercise was bomb detection, this exercise use a decommissioned humvee,the humvee looked like it went to normandy, then entered hell and went 20 rounds with satan. Panzer began to smell for the bomb, they began to circle the humvee panzer came to a complete stop when they approached the rear of the car, Panzer sat down and barked, signaling the bomb was there. Gideon began to crawl under the humvee to check if the bomb was hidden under the car, and to his luck it was, he began to fish the explosive out, and unfortunately the bomb was jammed in there pretty good. "God damn it, this is jammed in real good." as he got the bomb out he crawled back out from the humvee, but despite getting the bomb out, Panzer was still barking, this meant that there was a second bomb and that it was in the trunk. He began to open the trunk up and as soon as he did there was a sudden explosion of glitter. "WHAT THE FUCK!"

The training sergeant began to laugh his ass off, he secretly planted a literal glitter bomb inside the trunk of the humvee, he usually did this with new recruits. The now sparkling Gideon marched up to the sergeant. "What the fuck was that man?!"

"That was a glitter bomb."

"Why would you do that, it's going to take forever to clean my dog?" the sergeant just laughed his ass off even harder, he could give two fucks, it's glitter, it can be washed off.

*later with Slate*

Slate was hanging out with Alex, they were touring the city, as they had tickets for a pro wrestling match. Slate used to watch a bit of pro wrestling back in highschool, admittedly he more interested in Japanese pro wrestling because unlike most american promotions a lot of the stuff happened was legitimately real. It was a way of coping with his father's bullshit, witch was usually everyday and after school; he first discovered it one day and saw a video on the internet, the video was a 445 light tube death match between Soga Kimitada and Caleb Dennis and holy shit was it both brutal and cathartic, every blow, every time a light tube was smashed and every drop of blood was satisfying. He eventually began to download full matches he would find on torrents and watch them, eventually stopped watching because they got boring, but once in a while he'd catch a match or two.

Ubiystvo wasn't really a big fan of wrestling, he found it too cheesy to watch but he would watch if there was nothing better to do, though he'd rather watch actual sports like Football/soccer, rugby or boxing, mostly boxing and it was for rather personal reasons, as a kid his mother's best friend was a boxer, and a damn good one at that; he would watch every match he had, and gave him the dream of being a boxer but later on he thought he'd pick it up as a profession after serving in the military, but that might not happen as he began to gain interest in medicine and farming.

They saw the line up, it was crazy with how many people were there "Busy night eh?" Slate commented

"Yeah, it a little ridiculous."

Later

Slate and Alex were walking to a bar after watching the match, and Slate was non stop talking about the match, which annoyed Alex greatly, if he knew that Slate was going to talk non stop about the match he wouldn't have bought the damn tickets "Will you please shut about the match Slate!"

"Sorry I can't help it."

"Whatever let's just get in the bar." Alex said as he picked up pace when walking to the bar, as he entered the bar the first thing he did was walk into the bathroom he was going to enter one of the stalls before he heard what sounded like someone snorting something "What the hell?" he muttered he put his ear up to the stall and listened to what the fuck was going on.

"Verdammt, verdammt, das ist ein guter Scheiß! (God damn, fucking hell this is some good shit!)" Alex then stepped away, the stall door opened to reveal a man rushing over to the sink and violently rubbing his nose, this confirmed Alex's suspicions that person was doing Cocaine "Scheiße, sie hatten Recht Amsterdam bietet das beste Kokain in Europa, (Shit, they were right Amsterdam does provide the best cocaine in Europe,)" the man muttered before turning to Alex "Oh, hey there, out of curiosity, do you want to get fucked up with me?" he asked as he pulled out a baggy full of powder, a spoon, a lighter and two syringes. Alex got very nervous and began to back away.

"No thank you, I'll pass." Alex said before leaving the bathroom, this was definitely he wasn't going to going to get out of his head soon. He walked over to Slate who was drinking a pint, he grabbed a seat and ordered a bottle of the hardest liquor the bar had, Slate heard the stress in Alex's voice and how he looked a little pale, this got him thinking- was something wrong?

"You okay there Alex, you look a little pale."

"Yeah, j-just walked into an awkward situation in the bathroom."

"How awkward are we talking like walking in on two people fucking type of awkward?"

"It was just awkward let's leave it at that."

Slate cocked an eyebrow but just left it alone and went back to his beer he took a couple sips before he he heard a large crashing sound and loud cursing, he turned around to see someone getting punched and then getting thrown onto the bar; the guy who getting the ever living shit beat out of him was talking a lot, almost to the point where he was talking extremely fast, though that result in a bottle being smashed against his head and being kicked in the stomach while he's down on the floor. Not wanting the attack to continue, Slate decided to interfere "Hey! What's all this about?"

"None of your fucking business American." one of the men said before punching Slate in the face, the men laughed as Slate's nose bled a lot, this pissed him off and he began to attack the men; he grabbed the supposed leader's head and bashed it into the bar continuously until one of his friends came charging at him with a bottle, slate dodged and grabbed the bottle to then smash it into his attacker's mouth, breaking both the bottle and the man's jaw. Someone else charged at Slate from behind, he heard this and stabbed him in the face with the bottle; the leader tried to cower away, but Slate wasn't having any of that, he grabbed him by the back of his collar, threw him into the bar and then dragged him to a set of stairs where he would curb stomp him.

"ANYONE ELSE WANT SOME!?" Slate shouted, expecting more assholes to come, but instead everyone looked at Slate in shock, not only did he just take on three of the worst ever patrons at the bar, but he also brutally beat them to within an inch of their lives, it was both relieving and terrifying "No, yeah I thought so!" the man who the thugs were beating up walked up to Slate and began to thank him as well as give him a business card. He then left the building, this confused Slate, why did that guy give him a business card? Slate sighed and pocketed the business card before returning to his drink.

"That was possibly the ballsiest thing you've done Slate." Alex said

"Hey, I don't like bullies."

"I understand that, but did you have to brutalize them like your a fucking mobster?"

"Listen here Alex, I sent those assholes a clear message and they'll stop picking on the guy. Ya know not all problems are gonna be solved with words, when democracy fails, it usually the best time to resort to fascism and beat the shit out of the problem til it either surrenders or retreats."