"Room Service!" I went to the door, confused. "Wow, that was quick, I only called ten minutes ago."

I opened the door and was greeted by a young man holding a tray of deviled eggs. He gestured to them with an inviting palm. "Sir, here you are."

"This isn't what I purchased." I replied. "Are you sure you've got the right room?" "No mistake sir. Complimentary."

"Um, very well then. Thank you." Hesitantly, and hoping not to be rude, I lifted an egg and forced a smile as I took a small bite. "All right, grab him."

"What th-"

The world turned to green fatigues and metal clacking as I became violently acquainted with the carpet and a hundred and eighty pound individual. When the world stopped spinning, I got to admire my shiny new bracelets and met the generous squad who'd gifted them. And their fully automatic friends. "You're coming with us!"

I blinked and tried to process. "What the- no C4? No battering ram? The hell kind of raid is this?"

The lead man smiled. "Didn't you know?

Good Soldiers follow Hors d'ourves"