"Just a bit, couple of miles if I remember right. Don't suppose by 'Dover' we're talking about that old train station are we?"
Robin nodded, giving him his trademark Irish smirk.
"Heard stories about that place. No idea why they'd want me there, maybe I'm getting demoted or something. Christ, they better not make me a spotter again...", Emerson mumbled to himself, his words trailing off.
After a brisk walk through the mucky countryside, the two finally entered Dover. Ever since the war had begun, Dover had been left alone and it's citizens were left to fend for themselves. The place was a dump, but oddly peaceful. All the people who had lived there before had either left or joined the army, turning the once busy shopping area into a ghost town.
"Place looks like crap.", Emerson chuckled, as the two approached the station, "Can't believe I'm getting transferred to here of all places. They must really want me outta' the picture."
"Hughes! Quinn!", a voice shouted from the train station, "They're here! Get the newbies out for show and tell! The AC and the cripple are here!"
"Cripple. Nice."
The two men entered the station and were met with fifteen or so new recruits dressed head to toe in brown, as per regulation. A couple of veteran ECA members nodded to the two as they came in, before one of them spoke.
"Orders from Manchester. Soldier Hughes, Emerson. You and soldier Quinn, Robin are to be stationed in Dover from here on out. These are your troops. Soldiers Robinson, Tom and Evans, Jamie out. Good luck AC, good luck Captain."
Staring open-mouthed at the new recruits as the other soldiers left, but not before slamming a notepad into Robin's chest, the duo turned to each other.
"I thought I was meant to be getting rest, not a new damn squad-- and, did he just call me Captain? He did, didn't he? Christ al-fucking-mighty."
