Home at last (closed to those who'd be at Chez McClane)
Man, John is wiped out. People have been so on edge the last couple of days, he's always having to separate would-be combatants, and soothe the near panicked, stay at a constant state of alert. He is glad to get home, eager to see how Maddie, Angel, and Erica are doing, wanting to just relax.
At 5:59 pm, he comes through the door, and goes right to his gun safe to lock up his sidearm. He manages somehow, to drop it, bends to pick it up, and bangs his head on the open safe door as he straightens.
6:00 pm: "OW! Son of a bitch!" Oh crap, that...wasn't silent.
At 5:59 pm, he comes through the door, and goes right to his gun safe to lock up his sidearm. He manages somehow, to drop it, bends to pick it up, and bangs his head on the open safe door as he straightens.
6:00 pm: "OW! Son of a bitch!" Oh crap, that...wasn't silent.