for everyone in Red Lake the day was beginning like normal.. mostly. pulling into the town, riding on the back of a loud motorcycle, that sounded like some growling creature was Kade. he wore no helmet. his hair having that wind blown effect to it. he caught glances as he drove through the streets. he had on a black leather jacket, and worn jeans. strapped to the back of his motorcycle, where usually a passenger would be sitting was his army green duffel bag.. inside, his clothes, the various Toiletries one needs, and in a black carrying case, his sidearm. the M9 Beretta, standard issue for all marines, currently it was unloaded, the chamber back and locked, with no clip loaded, though he had clips, three of them for it and each one full and ready for use, along with about four boxes of ammo.
his eyes looked around, noticed those that watched him as he gave a good show, revving the bike, making him roar and bringing a smirk to his previously tight lips. he knew where he had to go, the one that called him. speeding up a bit, he headed through the to small town, the kind of town where the arrival of Rebecca's Stone's grandson.. the soldier would not go unnoticed and in hours everyone would know he was back. when he arrived and parked outside the lawyer's office, the air grew quiet as he shut his bike off. taking a deep breath, he stood there for a moment, before he stepped onto the sidewalk, and headed for the door to the office.
"the will is pretty much straight forward, you get everything except those i just listed that are going to friends of hers and such but the majority of her assets go to you Mr. Graham" the lawyer said, looking up at Kade, who sat across from him at the table. "that is, the contents of her back account, not a sizable Inheritance, but enough for you to get settled" flipping the papers over. "her house of course was bought and owned by her, its yours now as well, and the contents of the house.. do you have any questions?" Kade nodded. "yes.. where was she buried? i know she had it down, she wanted laid with her husband and my parents, in the cemetery here, was that respected" the Lawyer nodded. "it was and im sorry that you couldnt be here for the funeral, we really didnt think you'd show up after i called.. no one's heard from you in a long time Mr. Graham" Kade wasnt in a mood to hear that or empty apologies either. "where and what do i need to sign so i can get out of here and get to my home?" and soon he was signing his name on paper after paper, cause apparently it took a lot of ink and name signing to get what belonged to his grandmother transferred to him, its rightful owner. after putting his own account number down the have the funds placed into his own account, he rose, shook hands with the lawyer and moved out of the office, and walked through the small lobby. he took a deep breath, before closing his eyes. walking past the receptionist desk, and not looking at her. "i'd get that dog bite checked out, its getting infected" walking out of the building now, stepping back out onto the sidewalk, as the receptionist stared at him, confused. the dog bite wasnt visible, it was on her leg, which was covered and hidden behind the desk.
once he was back on the road, the engine roaring underneath him as he drove down the street, heading toward home. driving was second nature, when you've driven military vehicles that had enough horsepower for anything you could need, a motorcycle was nothing, his mind was partly on driving and partly on that he'd just lost the last of his family, and he never got to see her funeral. when he came to the conclusion of going to the graveyard, his mind snapped him back to the present with a giant alert. as there was suddenly a car door right in front of him. luckly, both himself and the driver of said car acted fast enough. he hit the clutch and brake, slowing down just enough to not "bug on the windshield" the door before it was closed and he shot right past, but he pulled off the road, right in front of some B&B. Motorcycle still running, idling, the kickstand slammed down and he was off the side and stormed back to the car. "what the hell do you think you're doing!" that anger, bubbling right to the surface. what control he had, which was shaky at best, shattered when the adrenaline began pumping, and it had began pumping big time when he nearly became a blood spot on the pavement.