My Power is being an American
Hours of sleeplessness had given him the time he needed to make his decision. With Emma now out and about, Adam was left to begin his plan. He had thought out the words, the place, and the manner. This was his power. This was how he'd get by the danger to face his fears. To face his duty.
The durable black soles of his boots padded softly against the floor of the loft, fingers just blousing his pants to the top of the black boots. Adam stood, his body shaking due to his nervousness. His palms were sweaty and his heart beat faster than he would have liked during that moment. Turning to the dresser, the man picked up the small square box he'd given to Emma a week back. Thumb tipping up the lid, hazel eyes stared down at the metal remnants of the mans past. Fingers clamped to the chain of the dog-tags, the metal clinking softly as he worked to put them about his neck, tucking them into his BDU's.
Smoothing the flat of his hands over the BDU blouse, Adam swallowed, his eyes looking down at the rather saddened puppy at his feet. Laramie whimpered and whined, having his empathy speak for himself. The man knelt down, petting his best canine friend and kissing the tip of his nose.
"Keep her safe..."
Adam stood, heading for the door where his green duffel bag lay. Hands taking up the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, he stopped to look back over his shoulder to the computer room. The note said he'd be home by morning. That his business meeting was something he couldn't miss. That he'd think of her the entire time he was there. The last part was the truth.
The door clicked shut behind him, Adam tucking the key into his boot. Down the hall the man moved, brain riddled with 'what-if's. His marauders padded softly across the thin carpet, heading to the elevator. The doors closed casually as he stepped inside and turned around. The last thing to still be seen outside as the doors shut tight was the strip of navy green cloth with the bold black lettering on it.
DOUGLAS
The durable black soles of his boots padded softly against the floor of the loft, fingers just blousing his pants to the top of the black boots. Adam stood, his body shaking due to his nervousness. His palms were sweaty and his heart beat faster than he would have liked during that moment. Turning to the dresser, the man picked up the small square box he'd given to Emma a week back. Thumb tipping up the lid, hazel eyes stared down at the metal remnants of the mans past. Fingers clamped to the chain of the dog-tags, the metal clinking softly as he worked to put them about his neck, tucking them into his BDU's.
Smoothing the flat of his hands over the BDU blouse, Adam swallowed, his eyes looking down at the rather saddened puppy at his feet. Laramie whimpered and whined, having his empathy speak for himself. The man knelt down, petting his best canine friend and kissing the tip of his nose.
"Keep her safe..."
Adam stood, heading for the door where his green duffel bag lay. Hands taking up the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, he stopped to look back over his shoulder to the computer room. The note said he'd be home by morning. That his business meeting was something he couldn't miss. That he'd think of her the entire time he was there. The last part was the truth.
The door clicked shut behind him, Adam tucking the key into his boot. Down the hall the man moved, brain riddled with 'what-if's. His marauders padded softly across the thin carpet, heading to the elevator. The doors closed casually as he stepped inside and turned around. The last thing to still be seen outside as the doors shut tight was the strip of navy green cloth with the bold black lettering on it.
DOUGLAS