Arriving back at the UAF base, Zero would quickly move to the library or research facility. He needed to learn how to read and speak Arabic after his last mission, otherwise he might end up in a similar situation again. That soldier, in fact all of the soldiers who spoke Arabic would have been easier to distinguish had he been fluent in Arabic rather than the basic English, French, and some Chinese that he knew already. Then again, he wasn't studying those with the intention of going to war. Dyme was the asshole who caused this mess. Don't go pinning this on me you dick. You're the one who went head first into that battle. "I wouldn't have had you not gone behind enemy lines and left me to rot, Dyme." Zero responded to himself, though any soldier around would simply accuse him of being schizophrenic. Dymes voice was mute to others when he wasn't in control, same for Zero. Only they could speak to each other without some advanced magic.

Once in the library, or research room, Zero quickly located several books on Arabic language, starting with a direct translation book, an Arabic dictionary, and a very simple "so ya wanna speak more languages" book that would help him learn to speak with more respect and much more properly than some idiot who only grabbed the first book. You know.. you're a fucking nerd, Zero. Who goes to this level of stress to learn a whole new language when you might not need it again anyways? "I do, Dyme." Zero whispered "It might actually help in the event we get sent on a suicide run to Iran or Afghanistan." Was that a bad joke I heard in there? A suicide run? Could you be any more offensive, you dick! Zero held back a laugh. "It was not intended to be that way. You know I would never joke about things like that. Now shut up so I can read."

3 hours later.
You mean 3 hours wasted on bullshit, right?

Zero was deep into his books, his attention not once shifting to anything that was happening around him. Not that much was actually happening. He wasn't surrounded by soldiers, he was surrounded by scientists. His kind of people. Quiet, reserved, and intelligent. kunt 'iidaeatan lak alwaqt "what, how did you... Oh yeah. You have access to everything too... Well for your information, I'm not wasting my time. This stuff will help us to get information out of the enemy if we need to. Not all of them will speak even a single bit of English, and almost all of them might speak Arabic. Plus.." 'annaha la tazal mudieatan l "What do you know." Zero shot back angrily and slammed his fists on the table. Several people around stared at him in silence with heavy judgement aimed at him. "I'm not a schiz.. oh what's the point anymore." He sighed. It's no use trying to hide it anymore. Everyone thought he was insane in some way. Far less actually sympathized and even fewer than that actually believed him. That was life for him. All he had was his intelligence and.. and me. Right? You were gonna say you had me, right dick face? "I hate you Dyme." Zero shook his head and continued his studies.