Vince ~ heading to the pool room with Bo<br/><br/>Vince had to admit the man walking up on him was quiet. Training, Vince thought, and his own, years full of caution, creekin an peekin ever since he was old enough to walk.  A city at war with itself change a boy forever whether it was Beirut, Bagdad, or Belfast.  It was that presence that walked beside Bo. The boy soldier turned man and now at 29 he knew more about who he was and what he wanted than most men in their forties.<br/>They had that in common, Vince thought. The necessity of armed conflict. The toll on families. The risk to those who lived in it every day of their lives. In an odd way it brought him here.<br/><br/>Here to a poly. A place that was more a complex of apartments rather than a house. A place requiring maintenance on a regular daily basis. Lots of work just changing bulbs an oiling squeaky door. Angus had given him the clipboard. The schedule to do the dailies. A sheet full of supplies for the place and their location. Then a list of the backups when there was no power.  Enough work for three men if the other two wanted to lend a hand. He'd make it known tonight. Let 'em sleep on it then ask tomorrow.<br/><br/>There was a door on the right. Vince opened it, and flipped on the light.<br/><br/>"Ahh.. stand up an ah sit." He said as he entered leaving the door open for Bo to follow.<br/><br/>"Fine women dah tree of dem!" Vince remarked as he lifted the seat and grinned giving Bo the stand up. "They've eyes fore yah, sure as day comes on dah morrow."<br/><br/>