Richard stares blankly at the airmen behind the chainlink barrier separating the baggage hold and the claiming area. A couple of duffel bags are meticulously picked out from a pile and brought to him on the counter. He checks the tags to confirm they're his, hoists them onto his shoulders and heads for the barracks.
Only an hour after stepping off, and I'm ordered to prepare for a base transfer? That was fast. Just another day in the office, he concluded. Didn't make him feel any less tired. At least he didn't have to do any packing.
Minutes later, Richard arrives at the doorway to the barracks (according to the paper crumpled in his chest pocket, anyways). Taking note of the people going through their belongings, he takes a few steps forward and clears out his throat.
"Excuse me, are these the barracks assigned to the 514th?"