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Trever, known in his former unit as Xamot, steps off the small puddle-jumper onto the steaming tarmac of AIA. Slinging his OD Green duffel over a shoulder, the faded stenciled lettering spelling out Royal Army Press Corp and his name showing on the side. He shifts a bit, looking around in the glare through dark glasses before spotting the rental car window at the end of the terminal. After picking up the economy class car, a questionable sandwich from the machine in the lobby, and a soda he gets on the road for Kavala to see about starting his new life away from the war in the Middle East.