"You ever wonder why we're here?" Simmons asked. He is standing on the roof of their simple, round, military base, overlooking the first half of the canyon they were stationed in. In the middle was a slight hill, preventing them from directly seeing the blue enemy. As always, Simmons' maroon army suit was gleaming as if he'd buffed it this very morning. Which he did nearly every day. At least once. Grif, in his dirty orange suit standing opposite him, took a little time before reacting.
"It's one of life's great mysteries, isn't it. Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of... some cosmic coincidence or, is there really a God... watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know man, but it keeps me up at night."
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