A General

The soldier that ran out of the hanger through the open door comes in two minutes later and stand at his exact position before he ran. He lets at shout to the rest of the soldiers that echoes on the metal walls and doors of the hanger. A shadow is seen in the doorway. With the sun shining behind him, his silhouette is ominous because his face is not seen.

As the soldiers in the hanger freeze and salute as the man is about to walk in, only murmurs in the bus and the sound of boots hitting polished flooring is heard. As the man walks in, his outward appearance astonishes everyone in the bus, even you. He looks like a Veteran General, decorated in what must be his supreme uniform, in which badges and insignias glow in the light. He wears a general's cap and fashions a think but tidy mustache and beard. His skin is of tanned white and his eyes hold a pupil of a smoky grey color.

He walks to the Asian woman, glances at her, and then turns to the bus driver. What you can't see is his hand grasping the underside of her ass cheeks. The Asian woman flinches a little but the bus is too far for us to see her action. The general nods at the bus driver and he acts accordingly. He gets up out of his seat and looks at his passengers. He shouts at everybody to get up and get out and line up outside in a fashionly manner. The guys at front get scared the most and the driver says sissies under his breath.

When everybody lines up out side in a small group, another Asian woman, same uniform but donning waistlength dirty blonde hair walks and stands alongside the first Asian woman. You can't stand to think that she has walked in with something in her hands.