Outside Apartment #2, MCA, Sunday Evening

[10secondcar]

'Furnished apartment,' McIntosh and Nelson had said. 'Lease is already arranged,' they'd said. 'You just have to pick up the key,' they'd said. Brian had just assumed the apartment would suck. All of that might be true, but the contact info they'd given him (for a guy named Coulson, though the lease had someone else's signature on it) had

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[worstofalltime]

After his meeting with a few of the more colorful teachers yesterday, it was safe to say that Washington was on alert for anything strange going on near his lodgings.

So, when someone was trying--and failing--to break in next door. Well.

He cleared his throat, waiting for the guy to notice him. And no. No, he hadn't removed the armor yet. Because paranoid.

[10secondcar]

"Just one sec," Brian said, and, "Stupid fucking--" When the lock still failed to give it up, Brian signed and looked up to find--armor. Lots of armor. "What the fuck."

[worstofalltime]

"Hi."

At least Wash hadn't grabbed his gun for this?

[10secondcar]

"...hi." Militarization of the police, indeed. "This is my apartment."