I rounded the corner towards the canteen, spotting Sam and Dodger sitting inside. Both of them were talking as they oc- casionally sipped from two steaming hot mugs. They were readily dressed in their standard issue, navy blue uniforms, their t-shirts framed their athletic bodies and were tucked into their belted up pants of the same colour. Both men had dark hair, Dodger's a little longer, and messier than Sam's, and with a similar rugged appear- ance, they could have passed for brothers to people who didn't know them. Sam being a few years older though, added a dash of maturity to his looks. Dodger, on the other hand, was one of those people that didn't even look as old as he was. Only just moving into his late thirties, he had such a strong, youthful personality, that he could pass for someone a good few years younger.