Phil had left active service a few months ago. He's seen some combat and he's gotten through it all relatively unscathed and with enough money to go to school. He was now attending the local state college. He wasn't quite sure of his major yet, but he was planning to apply to the FBI when he was finished. Life was going pretty well for him, actually. He was on-track to get where he wanted to be going.
He'd remembered Clint, of course. It was hard to send postcards when they were both moving around, but that was how Phil was. Sometimes he just wanted to let people know that he was thinking of them, so he's send a little message with a thoughtfully chosen card. Clint had gotten great, big hunting birds. His sister had gotten landscapes when he was away in the Army. He tried for ones that looked like places he was visiting, so he could give her a taste. His parents got the more sentimental ones. They liked those.
Phil was out of the army and he was out of the habit of carrying a gun. That meant it was hands and maybe the baseball bat if he could grab it when he heard the window open from his location in the bathroom.
He was out the door, into the room with the intruder, reaching for the bat in seconds. "Wrong house, buddy."
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Date: 2012-09-06 02:59 am (UTC)He'd remembered Clint, of course. It was hard to send postcards when they were both moving around, but that was how Phil was. Sometimes he just wanted to let people know that he was thinking of them, so he's send a little message with a thoughtfully chosen card. Clint had gotten great, big hunting birds. His sister had gotten landscapes when he was away in the Army. He tried for ones that looked like places he was visiting, so he could give her a taste. His parents got the more sentimental ones. They liked those.
Phil was out of the army and he was out of the habit of carrying a gun. That meant it was hands and maybe the baseball bat if he could grab it when he heard the window open from his location in the bathroom.
He was out the door, into the room with the intruder, reaching for the bat in seconds. "Wrong house, buddy."