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Mont Louis Commando Training Center
Pyrenees Mountains, France
October, 1993
The Legion's traditional morning meal consisted of a baguette and a bowl of coffee. This was not miserable enough on its own, though, so the baguette had to be split between four men.
After the morning run on the first day at Mont Louis, Evan learned to appreciate coffee and his quarter-share of stale bread.
"Eat up," an instructor said. He held out a small bowl full of water and breakfast. "You must be ready to live off the land. Cooking fires are a luxury."
Evan grimaced. The real worry was that inevitably, someone would decide that live sardines weren't horrible enough.
Seattle, WA
June, 2006
"You're Evan? Hi! I'm Shauna!"
She hugged him eagerly as he rose out of his seat. It seemed a bit sudden, but he wasn't going to complain. She was much, much hotter than her profile had let on. He gladly hugged right back.
"It's nice to meet in person," he said as he pulled out her seat at the table.
"Yeah," she grinned. The leggy attorney didn't take her eyes off of him as he sat and passed her the drink menu. Shauna laughed self-consciously. "I'm sorry, it's just nice to see an actual handsome, normal guy here."
"I'm normal. You're normal, too, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Shauna Stradley?" asked a man in a suit suddenly standing beside their table.
"Yes?"
Evan recognized the detectives. "Briggs? Ramirez?"
"Ms. Stradley, you're under arrest for grand theft auto, arson and assault against your husband," Ramirez stated calmly as the handcuffs came out. "Please stand up."
"But...what?" Shauna stammered. Even as she rose, the handcuffs were placed upon her.
"You have the right to remain silent," Briggs said, guiding her out. Ramirez glanced over her shoulder just long enough to throw a wink at a stunned Evan.
It was his third shortest blind date ever.
Paris, France
May 21st, 2003
"Diogenes and Antisthenes like to come up here," Evan went on, leaning out his window to pour cat food into the small bowl on the fire escape. "Somewhere out there is Crates, too, but I think he's got a good home. He's not always out at night."
"Cute names," he heard Kat say behind him.
"I think they're philosopher cats," Evan said, turning back inside. "And they seem kinda cynical, so um...um," he stopped.
His date was staring at him.
Hungrily.
A moment later, she had him on his back on the floor. A pleased growl came from her throat.
102, 200 and 100 words.
Pyrenees Mountains, France
October, 1993
The Legion's traditional morning meal consisted of a baguette and a bowl of coffee. This was not miserable enough on its own, though, so the baguette had to be split between four men.
After the morning run on the first day at Mont Louis, Evan learned to appreciate coffee and his quarter-share of stale bread.
"Eat up," an instructor said. He held out a small bowl full of water and breakfast. "You must be ready to live off the land. Cooking fires are a luxury."
Evan grimaced. The real worry was that inevitably, someone would decide that live sardines weren't horrible enough.
Seattle, WA
June, 2006
"You're Evan? Hi! I'm Shauna!"
She hugged him eagerly as he rose out of his seat. It seemed a bit sudden, but he wasn't going to complain. She was much, much hotter than her profile had let on. He gladly hugged right back.
"It's nice to meet in person," he said as he pulled out her seat at the table.
"Yeah," she grinned. The leggy attorney didn't take her eyes off of him as he sat and passed her the drink menu. Shauna laughed self-consciously. "I'm sorry, it's just nice to see an actual handsome, normal guy here."
"I'm normal. You're normal, too, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Shauna Stradley?" asked a man in a suit suddenly standing beside their table.
"Yes?"
Evan recognized the detectives. "Briggs? Ramirez?"
"Ms. Stradley, you're under arrest for grand theft auto, arson and assault against your husband," Ramirez stated calmly as the handcuffs came out. "Please stand up."
"But...what?" Shauna stammered. Even as she rose, the handcuffs were placed upon her.
"You have the right to remain silent," Briggs said, guiding her out. Ramirez glanced over her shoulder just long enough to throw a wink at a stunned Evan.
It was his third shortest blind date ever.
Paris, France
May 21st, 2003
"Diogenes and Antisthenes like to come up here," Evan went on, leaning out his window to pour cat food into the small bowl on the fire escape. "Somewhere out there is Crates, too, but I think he's got a good home. He's not always out at night."
"Cute names," he heard Kat say behind him.
"I think they're philosopher cats," Evan said, turning back inside. "And they seem kinda cynical, so um...um," he stopped.
His date was staring at him.
Hungrily.
A moment later, she had him on his back on the floor. A pleased growl came from her throat.
102, 200 and 100 words.