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[lovethisheart]

Monotony.

When did he miss the sound of sirens?

The mechanical wailing, dogs barking, crashing of glass. Tapping at the window, a shadow dismissed for jittery passerby. Even the noise of knocking on a neighbor's door would have been like those nights Stateside. He was keeping track of what drugs were being filtered through the mail slot, just weeks before his assignment was terminated from a lack of evidence.

They had let him retire, with his injury in the line of duty years back now slowing him considerably. Medical leave wasn't a bad way to be retired, even preferred. There were more horrific and perilous ways for a former spy to die. There were worst ways to be relieved of your position, hard fought and a legacy to protect.

And now he awoke to the sound of native bugs and gentle wind chimes. Nothingness, to his ears. That was usually the sound before something bigger and scarier, and his nerves had never been so uncomfortable in the silence.

He bought a ticket. Before he was fully conscious, back in his boots and pouring himself a coffee, he'd scheduled a one way trip to the sunny shores of L.A. Last minute bookings were expensive, though that hardly mattered. The government was paying for his life, after long hours with a very reliable lawyer.

One he hoped to see soon, if he hadn't run away to Europe again.

In roughly 15 hours, he was staring opposite of the precinct office, his suitcase packed at a hotel, clutching the remainder of his airport food-

Wondering how the hell he'd walk back in through those doors.

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