33 Apocalypse Ave, Sunday Afternoon
In retrospect, Kaidan should've known one of these times, one of his missions was going to run long. This long? Well, that hadn't really been in the cards at all, he'd thought, even with the Alliance lifting some of the restrictions on deploying him. But sometimes, one thing just... led to another, one mission necessitating another one ASAP.
His portal finally dropped him off in Baltimore sometime that morning. By the time he came walking down the causeway, one pack in hand and the other slung over his shoulder, it was just past noon. A little more time, and he was at the house, dropping the bag with his M-8 Avenger in it onto the steps so he could unlock the door.
Walking back into this place seemed... almost surreal, after a week's worth of derelict vessels and listening posts crawling with rachni. He almost expected something to hurl itself at him as he opened the door, but... not so much.
He heaved a great big sigh, and dragged his other bag back into the house. He'd unpack his armor and guns soon enough, though - right now he really needed to sit down with a glass of water.
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His portal finally dropped him off in Baltimore sometime that morning. By the time he came walking down the causeway, one pack in hand and the other slung over his shoulder, it was just past noon. A little more time, and he was at the house, dropping the bag with his M-8 Avenger in it onto the steps so he could unlock the door.
Walking back into this place seemed... almost surreal, after a week's worth of derelict vessels and listening posts crawling with rachni. He almost expected something to hurl itself at him as he opened the door, but... not so much.
He heaved a great big sigh, and dragged his other bag back into the house. He'd unpack his armor and guns soon enough, though - right now he really needed to sit down with a glass of water.
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