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He was without a car on this night. Didn’t seem necessary and he was yet to make arrangements for one. He walked through cold he couldn’t even comprehend back home. He still had to arrange a place to sleep this night, and that would require a change of clothes, but all that would be resolved in good time.

He walked up to the front of the house and checked the number again. This time, exactly what he expected. White picket fence. Bay windows. Flower garden. Just like a dozen other on this street and like one he’d been to in... another time? Another world? Still unclear of the details as to exactly what happened.

Isaac walked up to the front door and knocked, before stepping off to the side. He heard footsteps creaking on wooden floorboards on the other side of the door.

“Who is it?” he heard a not unfamiliar female voice call out. Distant. She was from deep inside the house, not the one walking to the door. It went unanswered, which made sense considering the hour Isaac was calling and the person he believed to be coming. The footsteps came to a stop and then he heard a slight rattle, like a wobbly table shifting its weight before he heard the rattle of the chain.

Isaac knew exactly what the sounds meant, even without deduction, before the silence was broken by the voice of a man in his 60s.

“Who is it?”

Isaac didn't answer. Standing silently off to the side.

The door opened two inches, before being held by the chain.

“Lewis! Who is it?!” the female voice called again.

Lewis wouldn't answer, Isaac knew. He also wouldn't be distracted by the calling. Which meant it called for something more drastic.

The older man called into the darkness again.

“Who's there?!”

Isaac broke the silence and made his presence known. A small click could be heard and a palm holding a small ball appeared in Lewis’ line of sight.

[b]“Slide the clip through the door and then the desert eagle.”[/b]

He could hear the nervousness and recognition in the voice of the older man in his response. A good sign, Isaac thought.

"Is that a—"

Isaac cut him off, just as he had once before. [b]“A frag grenade? No. M67 only has a blast radius of 15 metres and a kill radius of 5. THIS is an M67 casing that has been hollowed out and filled with semtec and a simplified fuse. This will take out half a block.”[/b]

“Killing you in the process...” The older man said. The voice coming from around 2 and a half feet high on the other side of the door. He was complying.

[b]“Hopefully it won’t come to that.”[/b] Isaac said, knowing full well that it wouldn’t and waiting for the clip. [b]“Since all I want to do is talk.”[/b]

“Who is it?!” The female voice called again.

“It’s alright, Maureen!” The man yelled. “You stay there!”

The clip slid through the open door. “How did you know it was a Desert Eagle?”

[b]“We’ll keep her out of it. All I want is to talk...”[/b]

“So you said.” Came the untrusting reply.

[b]“Slide the gun through the door, lock the door from the inside and pull it shut behind you.”[/b]

Lewis agreed to the terms, as Isaac knew he would. The same good gesture of faith to keep his wife out of the situation.

“What is this about?” The older man asked, slamming the locked door behind him to ensure it closed. “And where in gawd's name did you get that grenade?”

[b]“You gave it to me, Colonel."[/b] Isaac said, re-fitting the pin and safety clip. [b]"And that’s exactly what this is about...”[/b]