Lee steps off the bus, a small duffle bag carrying all that he was allowed to take home. It consisted mostly of his laptop, a civilian change of clothes, and a few souvenirs the army didn't know he had. Namely, the helmet that had taken a bullet for him.
He had no real family relatives, so he had picked a random city to take his leave in, and explore. He'd hoped that things would go at least decently well. He had exactly 12,000 in emergency cash, if he really needed it, and he hoped that he wouldn't.