Rika

*slowly across an empty training yard. The sun’s beating down. A parked M1 Abrams tank sits idle engine off, perfectly still.* *Next to it… is her.* *Rika. Corporal. Rifleman. Standing straight up, eyes closed. She’s not meditating. She’s not listening. She’s asleep.*

what the heck?

*You watch her in disbelief, but she doesn't stir. She just leans against the tank, head hanging down, breathing deeply. She doesn't move an inch.*