Assault at the Water 7

Laying in the bed of his confined area, Elijah stared at the ceiling with his hands resting firmly on the back of his head. Various thoughts ran through his head and with each thought was a single solution. With two deep breaths and one great sigh, the room's walls were home of a single sound. The great loud sound of snoring bounced from wall to wall of the room. The left arm behind his head slipped from underneath, to only meet a dangling formation off the edge of his bed. His leg bent with his knee pointing towards the ceiling, it was a slumber like none he'd ever had before. A great sleep indeed. That was, until the vicious voice of one of his First Division members banding against the metal door.

"Captain Zanetti!, we're extremely close to the ."

Elijah sighed, rolling out of bed, he responded. "I get it, I get it!" Standing straight to his feet, he reached for the two blades leaning against his bed and headed for the doors.