One More Door
By Jax_Teller The day was a typical day for an M.P. (Military Police) walking a beat, checking the doors along the route that should be locked. It was just after the building had closed and everyone should be out by now. The kitchen staff had just left and I had seen a few stragglers leaving the building my last trip past the main post. Still from time to time I would find someone working who hadn't noticed the time or the others leaving. I checked one of the usual areas to find...