Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location/Time:  The black van/Friday, 20 December, 0635.<br/><br/>Tagging:  Shaun, Cal.<br/><br/>Wearing:  No change from character sheet.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Deke tapped the flat of his blade against his leg as he looked out of the van’s dirty windshield; he was starting to get pissed off.  In part that was because he was sitting in a fucking<i>van</i>instead of on his bike, but at least his brain could understand why<i>that</i>was necessary.  And while all the sitting around bullshit didn’t exactly thrill him either, he was still kind of used to the “hurry up and wait” crap from the Army.  Plus Shaun seemed to know his shit; the techie dude’s “briefing” had sort of reminded Deke of some of the one’s he’d heard in Iraq, aside from the fact that it was way,<i>way</i>more fucked up.  And that was saying something.  Fucked up like Shaun himself, which Deke kind of liked.<br/><br/>The thing that was really pissing him off was the<i>fucking</i>houses he was looking at.  Big, expensive, new;<i>way</i>different than the trailer park he’d grown up in.  Trimmed lawns, two car garages and honking big fucking Christmas displays out front; snowmen and reindeer and elves and all kinds of shit.  It made Deke want to puke.  He knew the fucking pricks in all those big houses had sat on their asses when he went to Iraq, and then shit on his head afterwards; not even good enough to get a job at fucking<i>Walmart</i>.  He remembered punching the fat, fucking manager in his fat, fucking face and he grinned.  But what made Deke<i>really</i>smile was when he thought of the assistant manager shrieking “<i>I’m calling the police!</i>”  Deke had hit her so hard she’d gone through a rack of candle holders or some other useless shit the normals liked to buy, sending all that crap flying.  He’d met his Brothers after that, when he was on the run from the cops;<i>that’s</i>when things started to pick up for him again.  Deke thought about his other new “brother” sitting in the van beside him, Cal.  He seemed alright too.  He’d come looking for a gun with money in his pocket and over some beers Deke could see that Cal was pretty fucking twisted too.  He also looked like he could definitely kick some ass; correction, he looked like he<i>wanted</i>to kick some ass.  Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.<br/><br/>That made Deke think back to Shaun’s little talk last night about the Calder family.  Or was it<i>Caldwell?</i>Either way really didn’t mean shit to him.  Shaun had said a few of them seemed a little<i>sassy</i>, which hadn’t bothered Deke the least little bit.  If one of them mouthed off to him, they’d be going through their<i>spice racks</i>or whatever the fuck, just like that assistant manager had.  Deke had fucked some folks in the ass when they had broken bones, and it wasn’t really<i>all</i>that much different from when they didn’t.  Well, besides the extra screaming and flopping around that is, but that also didn’t mean shit to him either.<br/><br/>Deke started whistling a little tune under his breath and he tried to remember where it had come from.  It sounded sort of like a Christmas song, but he eventually remembered it came from a weird old science fiction movie or something he’d seen back in middle school.  As Deke tried to remember the exact movie he was thinking of, his blade started tapping away against his leg in time with the song …<br/><br/>---Bonus Video Content---<br/><br/>The short, old movie scene Deke was trying to remember.  For those interested, what happens next is also available on YouTube.<br/><br/><i><a class="link link--external" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55XJivhjB4U" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">A Clockwork Orange - I'm Singing In The Rain</a></i>