Our Long Dream

/"ATTENTION!" Commander Walton called. The others and i got into our lines before saluting the man.
"In your 6 months of training here at the S.I.A, you will be pushed to your limits! You will work like slaves! We'll put you through so much hell that even Satan himself will be asking 'what the hell?'!

I don't care that you want to be an investigator or a spy. Consider yourselves soldiers and everyone around you your comrades. Is that clear!?"
"Sir, yes, Sir!". He then walked up to me. Fuck me.
"Who are you and why did you come here?!"
"Princeton Harris, Sir! I'm here to dedicate my life to the country!"
"How old are you, Princeton?! You look like you haven't even learnt your colours yet!"
"I-I'm 24, Sir!"
"Bullshit! 24 and you're shorter than a fucking 5th grader!? Come back when you're at least 5'5!". He left before i could start cussing him out. I heard someone laugh. I looked over to the other line and saw some tall guy with blonde hair and green eyes. He smiled at me. I looked away./

Agent Harris is the Second-in-Command at the SIA (Spy and Investigator Agency). When a day
-that started off normal- goes wrong, lives flash before his eyes. His own one, and another...
This happens to him as he dreams a long dream. Their dream.

(This story is a 2nd part of my previous one, but they don't have much correlation. Read whatever you want to read first.)