Well, they sure as hell hadn't moved him far. Hughes made note of the room number, shook his head, and ambled in for dinner easy enough. A good dinner and he'd back to top shape, he was sure of it.

He sat at his desk and opened up his notebook, making notes as he ate. His roommate wasn't here yet, which was fine. He'd been pretty lucky so far, when it came to who he got bunked down with. Hopefully that luck would hold. Hell, maybe it'd be someone useful.

But until then, the Brigadier General had a hell of a lot of plans he had to make. He was just thankful they had an hour or two of semi-privacy. Or as much privacy as a guy could get in this place.