Zzzt, Zzzt, Zzzt.... A buzzing, what the hell is that? A tired hand slapped at the phone that was making noise on the bedside table. Jericho Twili was definitely not a morning person after being able to retire from his post in the military. Sleeping in just made sense now, after being up before the asscrack of dawn every day, he thought he deserved the time to enjoy the comfort he was afforded now. He looked at the phone, it was seven in the morning, and he had a text message from a friend back home that he hadn't seen in years.
Been a while Jer. I'm coming down to Texas next week, got some new toys I wanted to show you. Let me know if you have the room for me and the wife.
Sighing he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Of course he would think I was up already." He shook his head and started his morning routine. One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, then a two mile run. Even though he had retired he never really gave up the routine he was so used to, it was surprising even to him. "I guess I am a creature of habit." He laughed as he finished the run around his property. It was a beautiful little house in the middle of almost nowhere. It was a miracle he could get cell service most times here, so the fact that he had a text message was always a miracle. The thought process of his home was continued as he bathed and got dressed for the day, a pair of jeans and a light t-shirt, knowing the way Texas worked, the shirt would most likely come off before too long if he started to play outside with his own 'toys'. He shrugged grabbing his phone before he went outside to the barn next to the house. He unlocked the safe room stairs and walked down into the bunker beneath the floor of the barn. He had put it in thinking he was still in Oklahoma, where a tornado could come in the next two minutes without warning, but where he was there was rarely a tornado, let alone rain. He shook his head as he started filling the brass casings of the ammunition he had shot the other day. This was calming to him, something about knowing how to keep your ammo stores in stock was a peace of mind. He had more than enough, he knew, but it was always good to keep things topped off. His head turned to the crates that he had purchased and filled painstakingly with bullets. They were categorized from the type of weapon that shot it, to the barest millimeter of size difference. The next few hours were spent doing just that, making sure every thing was in its right place, then he turned to the gun safe, unlocking it. "There's daddy's baby." A rifle he had painstaking maintained since his first mission, it had seen the best and worsts parts to war, it's scars told a story. The rifle had been modified to be able to switch out barrels, firing pins, the rounds it chambered. The different optics, rails, add-ons, everything in its right place. He spent the rest of the morning cleaning and doing routine maintenance on his weapons that he kept below.
Been a while Jer. I'm coming down to Texas next week, got some new toys I wanted to show you. Let me know if you have the room for me and the wife.
Sighing he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Of course he would think I was up already." He shook his head and started his morning routine. One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, then a two mile run. Even though he had retired he never really gave up the routine he was so used to, it was surprising even to him. "I guess I am a creature of habit." He laughed as he finished the run around his property. It was a beautiful little house in the middle of almost nowhere. It was a miracle he could get cell service most times here, so the fact that he had a text message was always a miracle. The thought process of his home was continued as he bathed and got dressed for the day, a pair of jeans and a light t-shirt, knowing the way Texas worked, the shirt would most likely come off before too long if he started to play outside with his own 'toys'. He shrugged grabbing his phone before he went outside to the barn next to the house. He unlocked the safe room stairs and walked down into the bunker beneath the floor of the barn. He had put it in thinking he was still in Oklahoma, where a tornado could come in the next two minutes without warning, but where he was there was rarely a tornado, let alone rain. He shook his head as he started filling the brass casings of the ammunition he had shot the other day. This was calming to him, something about knowing how to keep your ammo stores in stock was a peace of mind. He had more than enough, he knew, but it was always good to keep things topped off. His head turned to the crates that he had purchased and filled painstakingly with bullets. They were categorized from the type of weapon that shot it, to the barest millimeter of size difference. The next few hours were spent doing just that, making sure every thing was in its right place, then he turned to the gun safe, unlocking it. "There's daddy's baby." A rifle he had painstaking maintained since his first mission, it had seen the best and worsts parts to war, it's scars told a story. The rifle had been modified to be able to switch out barrels, firing pins, the rounds it chambered. The different optics, rails, add-ons, everything in its right place. He spent the rest of the morning cleaning and doing routine maintenance on his weapons that he kept below.
