*He couldn't quite remember when he'd gotten home. Could have been yesterday, could have been a week or two. Fuck if he had the energy to go check, either. As he wasn't entirely sure where his damn phone had gotten to. Cursing, he tipped his head back in the chair, the headache that had started awhile ago now a nicely maturing migraine. Dousing it in whiskey likely wasn't helping as much as he'd hoped it would. He knew Am had stopped by, but he'd refused to answer the door. Missions that resulted in total sweeps were few and far in between. Yet each one left a damn stain on your fucking soul that no amount of liquor could drown. He'd almost gotten used to it. Almost gotten to where he was incapable of giving a damn. Job was a job. Then he'd inherited some fucked up family and been forced to semi-care again.*
*Home. He clenched the key in his palm tightly as he stared at the door. A part of him already knew what he would find, but it wasn't anger he felt, or sadness. More of a kind of understanding. While they'd had high hopes, every relationship fades over time, especially if someone else holds the strings. She foolishly hoped she'd magically wake up one day and they'd be mated.*
Kaden Kaleva |PF|
*He'd barely stepped foot into the building before he heard "Kaleva!" being shouted across the room. Did the motherfucker have an indoor voice? Wiping a tired hand over his unshaven face, he glanced longingly at his desk where his paperwork for his mandatory vacation time was sitting. Soon. Heading into the office, he slumped down in the chair* Afternoon, General. Did you send the shitbucket heli just for me? *He slipped soundlessly into the night. The darkness almost cloaked him as he flexed his fingers. He had roughly 5 minutes to get into position, not a second more. Counting down in his head as his back hit the brick facade of the foundation, he'd no sooner taken a breath when he heard the quiet crackle of the guard coming around the corner, relying that his quadrant was quiet. As the guard passed, he stood, the thin wire at his wrists unrolling as he crossed his hands, pulling it taunt.* Nothing personal, but I'm gonna need that badge of yours. *Letting his mind go blank, he drew his abilities to the forefront. Sending pulses of energy through his palms, his jaw clenched as the male struggled for a few moments before the electrical impulses hit his heart. Dropping the body to the group, he pulled the spare gun, walkie, and badge from the guard before moving to the next target.*
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