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It seemed the storm was blowing a lot of things into Cascade. Twelve months he'd been on the other side of the globe, up to his bells in sand and blood and death. How much of his life had he spent over there? Three tours, this one being the only to be cut short, left him with three and a half years spent in that desert. Idly he wondered if he'd ever get all the sand out of his stuff. Maybe it would just be easier to get new stuff? Not like he was very attached to anything. It was just stuff to him, only two things from over there mattered to him, one was sleeping on the seat next to him and the other was locked in its case behind his seat. Idly he reached out to run his hand over tawny fur, letting his fingers dig in behind dark ears. Ice lay his head on Elden's thigh, sighing heavily before closing his eyes again. El smirked and continued to stroke his thumb across the dogs forehead, right where black and tan collided. "How about we make a quick stop? Stretch our legs before the storm forces us indoors? I bet no one's at the beach... Then you can run a bit" He pulled off the highway, taking the downtown exit rather than wasting time going up and around. With a spring storm like this, everyone would be indoors already, so he shouldn't hit any traffic. With Social D pumping out the speakers, he pulled into the deserted parking lot. The old f100 was nearly as loud a the thunder would be, despite his best effort to keep the engine noise down. There was only so much mufflers could do when your engine sounded like an f16 at take off. Pulling cross ways into several of the empty parking stalls he put the truck in park and cut the engine, leaving only the sound of his music to fill the air. As he opened his door and stepped out, even that sound died. "Ice, Hier, lets go" He slammed the door behind the dog and pulled his jacket on, making sure the holstered glock at his hip was covered. Auto . Canine |
.Elden.Summers. .twenty.two. .6'4". brown hair .brown eyes. .scar on left cheek. .Ford F-100 Cruiser. Dove Grey .Marine Scout Sniper. Gunnery Sergeant .Third Tour of Duty. |
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