Gary, sat in is living room, gulping down the scotch he'd bought earlier. He was about ten fingers deep by now, the bottle was looking more and more empty by the minute. Occasionally he'd get up and re-set the record. It was Credence Clear Water Revival, he'd listened to the same record at least a hundred times now. He was waiting for a phone call one from the mayor. He was a joke, on the political spectrum he was literally dust. OverWatch usually worked for people like Congressmen, and the President, actually mostly the president. But recently he'd received little to no jobs. Only lowly scumbags would ask him for favors. Favors payed in Cash. But anyway the mayor was having some troubles with a local who was harassing some of his "friends" He'd no doubt be called at some point in the next few days. There wasn't much for him to do but wait. His Uniform hung up on the wall. It stared into his soul, spoke to him. It reminded him of the bad times, it reminded him of the good times.

He'd spent many hours in the old thing, he'd been through the jungles of Vietnam, Cambodia, Deserts of Iraq, Afghanistan, Africa, The cold of Siberia. He'd seen most of the world and been in over fifty countries. Sometimes for a month, sometimes for less. It didn't matter. He lost a lot of his friends, He'd been to hell and back, then went back for several more vacations. His body was worn and tired. He was an master Hand to hand combatant, an excellent shot with almost any gun. But at this ripe old age, of 38 he couldn't figure out if anything had been worth it. He had two kids who were Fifteen years old, he'd met them once. When they were still babies. HE probably should have tried to be in their life more. He payed their mother a hefty sum of money to stay afloat. They already had their college paid for and had a trust fund set up for them if he died. 

It he flipped open the lid on the box that sat next to the almost empty scotch, he plucked out a Cigar he made short work of the preparation, clipping the end, jamming it between his lips. Gary Stuck a match and puffed patiently until he had a good ember. He pooled the smoke in his mouth tasting the quality of tobacco. They'd been taken from Cuban. He had several boxes similar to this one. Something he picked up when he was in cuba, dealing with a certain Dictator. His mind slowly moved from Subject to subject, until another hour had passed. His scotch was empty, his cigar was nothing but a smoldering nub between his teeth. If Nothing happened past 3 am when the bars closed he could go about his business. It was approaching fast, as the time currently was 1:20 AM. If nothing happened maybe he'd go out and look for some criminals to rough up, he'd felt cooped up for days.