"I don't give a shit with who you tango with, I just need to get home. My troops need me and I don't intend on letting them down." Bianca sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. To say she was exhausted was a complete understatement. She was already an insomniac with PTSD and a "fearless" leader on the battlefield.
"Let's just clear this up. Introductions and such. I am Bianca Lane, Sergeant Major of the US Army." She gestured to the multiple medals pinned on her jacket.
All he could do in response was shrug. Obviously he has no idea what in Madonna's name the woman is talking about, why would Italy break away from such a thing? It made less sense then whatever the man with glasses said, and that was already strange as it is. When the glasses man started walking closer, he took a few steps away.
Achille glimpsed over at the one with green pants and managed to force out a chuckle. "Hey, Pretty Boy, I don't know what you mean, but I wouldn't drag you to a place like this with people like them." He looked down at the other two for a second then took a quick glimpse of their surroundings. "Don would defiantly use a place like this though…"
He took notice of all the medals on Bianca's jacket. An American militant officer, how interesting. He wasn't sure what else to do aside from giving an introduction himself. "Well friends, my name is Achille Potenza," He sighed while cracking his knuckles, "Uhh…Che piacere vederti bastardos."
"I don't smoke unlike you, you бесполезный кусок дерьма," Eric said to Adam, "And we never knew you were gay until you told us. I would have expected Mr. Switch sides Italian to be gay wearing that brown dress." He just grunted at the fact they thought he was crazy, "I'm Eric, General of the Soviet Union, and the first and only non-Soviet to get into the military ranks. but also the only one without a last name. And that makes me higher in command than you are Lubyanka."
"We can't spend most of our time standing around and talking," Eric said as he puts the strap to his gun on his shoulders, "you heard that voice, either find that stone in a year or die." He was about to walk in a direction but realized something. "We haven't heard her side of the story," He said pointing at Adam, "and we don't know where to look to find this… Stone?"
"Wait wait wait, you heard that too? I thought I was trippin'"
Adam raised his hands in defense.
"Don't ask me where the stones are, I thought it was just in my head. And why do you guys have guns? All of you. You tryna kill me? Recruit me? What's the deal?"
Adam glanced around, starting to get a little freaked out. He was starting to understand what was going on, or at least he thought he knew. This had to be some sort of test, by his father's gang or something, it had to be that.
