Avalon

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Another Line

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Every night

You wrote another line

With a bloody, broken, bottle

And every day

You wish it away

Why don't you pull the pin

On that grenade

You cuddle

He was all packed up and ready. The cleanup of the hole he camped out for about couple weeks was now just as "neat" as he found it. Even dust was like before. Now he just finished up with wiping any print that could be hiding and whatever particles decided to grow attachments to the place.

His job was done. In few hours he'll be back. Just all dressed up and across the street. It felt huge and exciting as it felt terribly frightening and catastrophic.

Like there really were two options possible. To him it was just one singular outcome. He had to get it all done and take whatever he planned to take as well as bring the Roland's crew to their spot. One task with a side and all will be done and he could get his lungs work a bit longer. It was the sole purpose he had.

He struggled to draw air for a second longer as his eyes followed the catering organizer lady swing by and point her fingers and hand this way or that. Showing the young crowd of workers to near lines and scenarios as they hustled trays and boxes from large cargo trucks. The place was swarming like a bee hive. Each and every one had a task at hand and a place to be. Each second was full of action.

And the woman orchestrating all that was thriving in excitement and joy. It was her thing. Nate could see that easily. Determination and confidence. It shone through.

Her whole being was glowing some bright energy and even he could feel it.

He kept choking on his inhales as he saw her husband, some government or law enforcement official, stop by to kiss his wife with such loving energy and buzzing enthusiasm. It was a feeling he was barely familiar with. But he understood it and supported.

It just never was his life. So he's not here to judge them for that.

He observed them for a while as they kept talking and smiling at each other and Nate caught a picture on the phone he was showing her just for the woman's eyes flicker flash of sadness. Somebody in the picture was raising her concern but obviously he promised her something regarding the man's silhouette his eye caught briefly because she did smile, albeit slight tearfully.

The moment was short but he still caught the looks. The guy was looking flashing and especially dashing in a suit Nate recognized from Earth style. Old school classics from sixties era or something like that. Some legendary style iconic throughout centuries.

Nate himself used to have one suit like that. He also had a matching fedora and fancy cane to go along. Some snickered at his choice of costume but he just raised middle finger at them.

Some jazz music to flow the mood and it was almost cathartic.

The guy had similar ensemble except for the cane. He had some flashy watch and a bulk on the ankle.

But he did look gallant as fuck and Nate approved.

Sadly he couldn't catch exact facial features on the guy because the man who eerily reminded him of an FBI agent from Earth put the screen away and kissed his wife a goodbye.