I Apologize In Advance
{Seven Years Before the Invasion of Leviathan.}
In a dusty city within a 2nd World Country, a Humvee is slowly cruising down the dirt road with a small platoon of 10 soldiers around it. They are all carrying fully automatic rifles and looking around at the empty windows and bombed buildings.
The few civilians in the streets are looking at the besieging soldiers with a mix of frightened or angry faces.
Walking up front, next to the left headlight, Daisuki, 26, is at the head of the group, his brand new, clean, 1st Lieutenant patch on his sleeve.
He has both his father's brown Portuguese eyes, surveying all around the area but there is a stern look to his ocular senses. Nothing similar to his future demeanor.