Adam and the Stranger
It was like something out of those black and white western movies Adam use to watch every friday night with the troops on the base. A nameless stranger wanders in out of the desert, half dead, looking for blood, and for answers.
The only thing about this stranger is that he didn't have a gun, and from what Adam could tell - he wasn't looking for blood. Yet.
In this day and age, the only people who wandered in from the desert were people who had pissed off someone real bad, but whoever tried to do the deed got sloppy - the stranger was still alive, and still, looking for answers.
The two men had gotten along well enough, the Stranger didn't talk much, didn't ask for much, didn't look at Adam like he was green. Though - an Englishman in the desert isn't something one stumbles across often.
The stranger might not have known it, but Adam had - especially when he had seen the man's chest, but the stranger was trouble, pure and simple, and only a limited number of actions on Adam's part would keep himself out of the trouble the stranger brought to town.
He fully realized the implications of his actions when he had gotten up and dressed in one of his suits that he only use to wear for business. Adam realized, when he bribed that cop for the information, he had offically brought himself out of retirement.
When he laid down with the man at night, with the promise to watch over him - to protect him from the dreams that both men knew were coming he realized that all the rules of conduct and behavior regarding this man had been completely disregarded.
He had opened himself up to the stranger, and to his trouble.
Adam, most decidedly - didn't care.