Post by Paden - on leave on May 18, 2013 23:27:47 GMT -8
The log home Paden had outside of the city was in itself relaxing. Nestled at the end of a long drive way upon a clearing in a section of the woods. All wood floors, beautiful outside deck on the back of the house, which was built partly into the side of a hill. That big garage that looked more like a small barn, housed his black armored Land Rover and Lexus. There were a few perks for doing some 'jobs' for a section of the CIA.
He was tired. It had been a long night after all. Picking Lilith up from her night club and grabbing some sushi. In all his years of life he had to admit he preferred the cooked version of the normal. Being Immortal didn't mean you couldn't get a stomach ache.
Leaving his leather jacket on a stool by the island in his kitchen and moving right on over to settle downward into the couch. His smart phone was slid free and glanced over briefly. A few messages from Smith and Thompson. He'd look them over later. Reaching behind him and pulling free the Para Black .45 caliber pistol from it's holster at his lower back. Eject of the magazine and glance over the silver, blessed bullets held with in before laying both to the coffee table before him. His gaze moved over the other items upon the table slowly. A Heckler and Koch .45 caliber submachine gun with folding butt-stock, several small bottles marked with a black cross and in Latin speaking of "holy water" along side the blessed Templar Sword near by the blessed silver knuckles with Latin lettering. A few of the many items he had access to from his contacts not only in that darker section of the Church but also that quiet part of the CIA that hired him out.
A smirk perked his lips as he glanced over an incoming message on his smart phone. Taking up the pistol and easing the magazine back into it with a soft click before re-holstering it at his lower back as he moved to get up from the couch. Grabbing his leather jacket as he walked by the island in the kitchen and headed back for the door and his Lexus outside. He had to shake his head with a smirk perking his mustache and goatee. "Somebody needs to be tucked in.. heh."
He was tired. It had been a long night after all. Picking Lilith up from her night club and grabbing some sushi. In all his years of life he had to admit he preferred the cooked version of the normal. Being Immortal didn't mean you couldn't get a stomach ache.
Leaving his leather jacket on a stool by the island in his kitchen and moving right on over to settle downward into the couch. His smart phone was slid free and glanced over briefly. A few messages from Smith and Thompson. He'd look them over later. Reaching behind him and pulling free the Para Black .45 caliber pistol from it's holster at his lower back. Eject of the magazine and glance over the silver, blessed bullets held with in before laying both to the coffee table before him. His gaze moved over the other items upon the table slowly. A Heckler and Koch .45 caliber submachine gun with folding butt-stock, several small bottles marked with a black cross and in Latin speaking of "holy water" along side the blessed Templar Sword near by the blessed silver knuckles with Latin lettering. A few of the many items he had access to from his contacts not only in that darker section of the Church but also that quiet part of the CIA that hired him out.
A smirk perked his lips as he glanced over an incoming message on his smart phone. Taking up the pistol and easing the magazine back into it with a soft click before re-holstering it at his lower back as he moved to get up from the couch. Grabbing his leather jacket as he walked by the island in the kitchen and headed back for the door and his Lexus outside. He had to shake his head with a smirk perking his mustache and goatee. "Somebody needs to be tucked in.. heh."