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<br/>
</span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Jaxon, of course, hadn't been home when the incident supposedly occurred, but his neighbors were quick to fill him in on the details. The picture they painted was enough to leave the soldier furious. He had enough issues to deal with without having someone attempt to break into his home, the one place that was left sacred. Either way, things wouldn't have ended well for the fellow. Worse so if Jaxon had been home, but no doubt his dog would have taken care of any intruders.<br/>
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“Was he armed?” Jaxon questioned the officer.<br/>
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“The initial report your neighbors issued made it seem so, but after inspection, we determined that he wasn't.”<br/>
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This detail made Jaxon pause. He was a man who paid attention to detail, and it didn't seem to add up to him that he'd go to the effort of continuing to try to break into his home considering the sign that made it clear there was a military issue Belgian Malinois in the home. Kiv wasn't a dog to bark, but he still could have been seen through the curtains.<br/>
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“Unarmed? I'm not so certain this individual is the smartest criminal I've encountered.” He was either dumb or things were not adding up.<br/>
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“Yeah, well, you know their type.” The officer shrugged. “And there are witnesses. You can go forward with charges. No telling if he's even here legally. Not much we can do unless we can nail 'em with something,” the officer went on, shrugging his shoulders. Jaxon nodded in agreement, not thinking much about what he was agreeing to. At least not until he came to the station and decided he wanted to look the fellow in the face.<br/>
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“I'd like to speak to him. As a man, he should have to see me eye to eye after what he attempted,” Jaxon decided, thinking that hostility would only grow as a result of meeting this individual. The report made it seem malicious, perhaps even an insult to a military veteran, and more than just an average break-in attempt. As a result, Jaxon took it more personally and he decided this man should have to face him after his mistake. What he wasn't counting on was the person he'd meet. He wasn't anything like what he was expecting. He didn't look like any sort of criminal at all, though Jaxon wasn't stupid enough to judge someone solely based on their looks. Still, he was used to running on instincts, and his instincts usually didn't fail him when people were concerned.<br/>
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The suspect was in holding, awaiting whatever the court system decided to do with him, much of it based on how Jaxon wanted to handle things. It didn't look good for the young man, and people expected the southern patriot to act a certain way. It should have been cut and dry.<br/>
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Some things never were though.<br/>
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Jaxon looked at him through the bars, frowning.<br/>
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“Now, I'm findin' it hard to believe anyone is that stupid. Broad daylight, a mouth full of teeth on the other side of that door, and a military home no less.” He had a light southern twang to his words, and his expression was just the slightest bit skeptical. The flag flying proudly outside his doorway would have made it clear that the occupant was at the very least patriotic, and the warning was there to protect his dog. The neighbors had said Kiv was quiet. He wouldn't have known, but Jaxon had placed those stickers beside every doorway. In case of a fire or other natural disaster, they would know how many working animals occupied his home. It was probably something the neighbors hadn't taken into account.<br/>
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They'd said that English wasn't his first language, and Jaxon wasn't sure how much he understood. Naturally, he was judgmental and expected him to be less educated than most, but this was much more than just stupid.<br/>
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“Why'd ya pick my house?” Jaxon questioned, confronting the fellow calmly, looking him in the face as he intended. He was an imposing man already even when he was calm, tall and built wide. His body had been honed from his military service. He was wearing light denim wranglers and a black t-shirt, tucked in out of habit. Aside from his more casual appearance, he also allowed his facial hair to grow out to a less appropriate length, no longer having to keep as tidy since his discharge.</span></span>