Darcy had fallen asleep at his desk. It wasn’t unusual for him since he saw no difference between falling asleep there or falling asleep in his bed. He felt the same lonely ache regardless of where he finally succumbed to unconsciousness. He saw no purpose in returning to a bed that was as empty as his heart, so he worked late into the night, occupying himself whatever asinine global conflict fell into his lap.
It wasn’t as if he had never known love. Well, he had certainly known the feeling of a woman in his bed, and on his desk and… other places. As for love, there had only ever been the once. Thinking of her now made him miss her, and then it made him a little angry, and then it made him a little guilty. He pushed the thoughts of her back down and replaced them with reconnaissance reports and woman from bars that looked nothing like her.
He woke with a start to the echoing ends of a crash coming from his living room. The sudden movement causing a sharp pain through his neck from the awkward position he’d been in. He groaned, pushing through the lingering grogginess and listening for a repeat of whatever noise has woken him. The exact sound of it had been lost to a dream; dreams of fire red hair and piercing green eyes. It had sounded closer, but for all he knew it could have come from outside.
Darcy dragged a hand over his face, felt the roughness of the beard across his cheeks, before pushing fingers into the softer dark brown undercut atop his head. Then he heard it again, clearer now in his awakened state and bringing him sharply into alertness. The sound of something shattering in the downstairs of his house. Had someone gotten inside? Why hadn’t the alarm been tripped? The soft glow of his desk lamp meant that the electricity hadn’t been cut.
The Commander General had come home straight from work and had immediately gone back to work. He was still dressed in his uniform, still had his handgun tucked into a shoulder holster hanging beneath his arm. He pushed away from the desk with careful deliberation. Measured and paced footsteps took him across the loft, he checked the open space of the floor below, but didn’t see anything that would immediately cause alarm.
It wasn’t until he came upon the living room that he realized something was amiss. Something being a figure bent over pieces of something on the dark tile flooring. He could see the shape of them easily in the dark, but it was hard to make out any details. He could not tell if it was a man or a woman; could not tell if they were armed. “Hey,” he said to draw their attention. His tone was even, but authoritative. “Who are you,” he asked, moving closer still, but didn’t draw his gun. “What are you doing in my house?”
It wasn’t as if he had never known love. Well, he had certainly known the feeling of a woman in his bed, and on his desk and… other places. As for love, there had only ever been the once. Thinking of her now made him miss her, and then it made him a little angry, and then it made him a little guilty. He pushed the thoughts of her back down and replaced them with reconnaissance reports and woman from bars that looked nothing like her.
He woke with a start to the echoing ends of a crash coming from his living room. The sudden movement causing a sharp pain through his neck from the awkward position he’d been in. He groaned, pushing through the lingering grogginess and listening for a repeat of whatever noise has woken him. The exact sound of it had been lost to a dream; dreams of fire red hair and piercing green eyes. It had sounded closer, but for all he knew it could have come from outside.
Darcy dragged a hand over his face, felt the roughness of the beard across his cheeks, before pushing fingers into the softer dark brown undercut atop his head. Then he heard it again, clearer now in his awakened state and bringing him sharply into alertness. The sound of something shattering in the downstairs of his house. Had someone gotten inside? Why hadn’t the alarm been tripped? The soft glow of his desk lamp meant that the electricity hadn’t been cut.
The Commander General had come home straight from work and had immediately gone back to work. He was still dressed in his uniform, still had his handgun tucked into a shoulder holster hanging beneath his arm. He pushed away from the desk with careful deliberation. Measured and paced footsteps took him across the loft, he checked the open space of the floor below, but didn’t see anything that would immediately cause alarm.
It wasn’t until he came upon the living room that he realized something was amiss. Something being a figure bent over pieces of something on the dark tile flooring. He could see the shape of them easily in the dark, but it was hard to make out any details. He could not tell if it was a man or a woman; could not tell if they were armed. “Hey,” he said to draw their attention. His tone was even, but authoritative. “Who are you,” he asked, moving closer still, but didn’t draw his gun. “What are you doing in my house?”
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