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Aug. 5th, 2006 11:54 pm
Random Fic - End of the day
An ear pressed to the door, listening for any movement on the other side. A key eased into the lock and turned. Tumblers click into place and the door is shoved open as a gun is drawn.
No one in Alex's building would think twice about the way he enters his apartment. They're all too busy minding their own business and wallowing in the squalor of their own lives to worry about his. But until everyone on (and off) the planet who wants him dead is gone, he can't take any chances on walking into a trap.
Once the apartment has been cleared, he relaxes a little. The gun will still be on his nightstand when he goes to bed, and his sleep will be light, but for now he knows it's safe to shower, eat and prepare for the next day.
The shower is welcome after a day of running errands - the euphemism he uses to describe his often illicit activities. Today hadn't been as bad as most, his current employer only needing him to play courier, but he had been required to visit some unsavory characters and their equally unsavory surroundings. As many squalid, dank and disgusting places he's been, he's learned to savor the true luxury of a hot shower.
His apartment is spartan, guaranteeing he'll leave no clues behind should he need to make a quick escape. The only extravagance he allows himself is the stack of books next to the threadbare couch. Tonight, it will be Anna Karenina granting him a much needed escape while he eats a simple dinner. The downtime allows him to clear his head and readies him for bed. His sleep will more than likely be restless and not deep enough - carefree, restful sleep is one luxury he will never have - but it will suffice in readying him for another day of this thing he calls his life.
No one in Alex's building would think twice about the way he enters his apartment. They're all too busy minding their own business and wallowing in the squalor of their own lives to worry about his. But until everyone on (and off) the planet who wants him dead is gone, he can't take any chances on walking into a trap.
Once the apartment has been cleared, he relaxes a little. The gun will still be on his nightstand when he goes to bed, and his sleep will be light, but for now he knows it's safe to shower, eat and prepare for the next day.
The shower is welcome after a day of running errands - the euphemism he uses to describe his often illicit activities. Today hadn't been as bad as most, his current employer only needing him to play courier, but he had been required to visit some unsavory characters and their equally unsavory surroundings. As many squalid, dank and disgusting places he's been, he's learned to savor the true luxury of a hot shower.
His apartment is spartan, guaranteeing he'll leave no clues behind should he need to make a quick escape. The only extravagance he allows himself is the stack of books next to the threadbare couch. Tonight, it will be Anna Karenina granting him a much needed escape while he eats a simple dinner. The downtime allows him to clear his head and readies him for bed. His sleep will more than likely be restless and not deep enough - carefree, restful sleep is one luxury he will never have - but it will suffice in readying him for another day of this thing he calls his life.
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