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WHO: Billy Costigan & Rex COBRA COMMANDER Lewis
WHERE: ze CES
WHEN: ...This morning.
WHAT: Costigan goes for his morning run and takes Rex with him so they can chat.
WARNINGS: Some language, but nothing worse than usual from Costigan
Costigan was dressed in gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, the usual attire for his morning run, with a plain black jacket over the top just to get him through until he warmed up. His knife was not situated at the small of his back like usual, but rather tucked into his right pocket. It wasn't his favorite place for the weapon to be, a bit more visible, but it was the easiest access that was the least likely to be lost while running. The small duffel bag he had draped on his shoulder contained some real clothes and a towel to hit the showers immediately after his run -- the usual routine.
The only difference between today and any other day was that, instead of hitting up a run with Bourne, he had asked Donny to let him in a little later to be able to bring Rex with him. The claim, of course, was that he was trying to encourage the kid toward a healthier lifestyle and get him some training like the former Mass had learned as a cop. He knew Donny probably didn't really buy it, but it was less effeminate than saying they needed to talk and he was confident Donny would know that too.
"Come on, kid," he muttered to Rex as Donny let them in, jogging forward into the Boston Common and dropping his bag beside the usual tree. The large area of green and trees was a sight for sore eyes every morning, just a little taste of something like home. The absence of the golden dome of the Statehouse nearby didn't go unnoticed, however; something like home. This wasn't Boston.
WHERE: ze CES
WHEN: ...This morning.
WHAT: Costigan goes for his morning run and takes Rex with him so they can chat.
WARNINGS: Some language, but nothing worse than usual from Costigan
Costigan was dressed in gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, the usual attire for his morning run, with a plain black jacket over the top just to get him through until he warmed up. His knife was not situated at the small of his back like usual, but rather tucked into his right pocket. It wasn't his favorite place for the weapon to be, a bit more visible, but it was the easiest access that was the least likely to be lost while running. The small duffel bag he had draped on his shoulder contained some real clothes and a towel to hit the showers immediately after his run -- the usual routine.
The only difference between today and any other day was that, instead of hitting up a run with Bourne, he had asked Donny to let him in a little later to be able to bring Rex with him. The claim, of course, was that he was trying to encourage the kid toward a healthier lifestyle and get him some training like the former Mass had learned as a cop. He knew Donny probably didn't really buy it, but it was less effeminate than saying they needed to talk and he was confident Donny would know that too.
"Come on, kid," he muttered to Rex as Donny let them in, jogging forward into the Boston Common and dropping his bag beside the usual tree. The large area of green and trees was a sight for sore eyes every morning, just a little taste of something like home. The absence of the golden dome of the Statehouse nearby didn't go unnoticed, however; something like home. This wasn't Boston.