[Short post is short because now we can get into the real deal.]

Nolan left the house shortly after Andrew had gone off for his nap. He wanted something to eat before everything went down. There was a little cafe down the street a short ways that he really had a thing for. Great place. One of those places where you're afraid to eat there at first glance, but where you can find some of the best food in the area because they don't hold back. He ordered up a pair of meals, soup and non with dips and the like. And as it still surprises him, even though it shouldn't, he ordered some bottled water and a pair of diet sodas. He waved to the owner, who he'd managed to get somewhat friendly with in passing. The man recognized him as a expat-local now. Someone he could trust, and didn't for a second think that he was there for anything but working some odd job.

He made it home and spread the food out, beginning to eat while waiting for his partner to wake.

In the meantime he brought out his phone, and started to flip through the news. Alot of it was still on the attack in Brussels of course. When 9/11 hit it was world wide news too. The Brussels attack was something just the same. Huge, far reaching. A group of terrorists, and death all around. As he read a story he started to notice a trend though, something about a pair of giants, a former Russian Olympian and the current WSM champ. What with this years tournament having been canceled because of the attack he still held the title. What got him though was that the pair were heralded as heroes. Saying that despite what should have happened, the pair hadn't ran and hidden like many others had, and taken up weapons and killed quite a few of the terrorists themselves, saved civilians, and managed to rescue an entire police station from being annihilated

Nolan had always thought trust fund babies like them wouldn't have tried to do that. But sometimes in times of extreme stress the oddest people did the most amazing things. He wasn't so sure he'd have been able to do the same thing. The shock of the moment might not have allowed him to pull off the same. He kept flipping through the news while waiting for Andrew. Then the game would be on. And they had killing to do The thing they did best when behind a long rifle.