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Posted on Tue Jun 7th, 2022 @ 2:17pm by Brother Will Campbell

Mission: Monday Left Me Broken
Location: Seattle
Timeline: Current

Will, looked around his circle of friends. They were mostly Little League buddies, not super close but they spent a lot of time together. They weren't at a baseball game then, they were in the middle of a vacant lot next to Sam's house. More specifically, they were in a long-abandoned school bus that was missing both seats and tires. There was graffiti all over the walls, but that was okay. It was their clubhouse.

They were passing around a skin magazine, or part of one anyway. It wasn't Playboy, it was far too graphic for that, which is what made it such a delicious find for a group of twelve-year-old boys. Most of them anyway. There were crude comments, and hands stuck down the front of jeans.

Then it was passed to Will, who just stared at it for a few minutes, having to feign interest.

Will, much older than his dream version, slowly woke up as the memory slowly faded away. His head hurt from too much booze the night before, and his ass hurt for an entirely different reason. It took him a few seconds to remember the guy beside him, name. He knew it started with an R.

As the other started to stir, and the fog began to lift, Will remembered. His name was Ryan. Will slowly disengaged from the tangle of limbs, wanting to et to his pack, without disturbing Ryan further.

He threaded his way across piles of clothing; his jeans and tee-shirt, and Ryan's uniform. He dodged weapons and gas masks and reached his target when he heard a voice behind him.

"Glad you stayed the night," it said, as Will palmed what he wanted out of the front pocket. "You going to stay for breakfast?"

"Coffee at least," Will replied in his baritone voice. "You stay there just tell me where everything is and I'll make it for you, it's the least I could do after your performance last night."

"In the kitchen, you know the usual places."

Will nodded his head and unashamedly walked naked into what passed for a kitchen in the small place The smell of brewing coffee drew Ryan into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Round two?" he asked Ryan.

"Technically, I think it's round three," Will said as he handed Ryan a mug, "but sure. I might even surprise you this time. But first, let's finish these and get something to eat except each other."

Will took a sip and Ryan followed. Five minutes later, they were done. It took another five minutes for Ryan to pass out.

Will had been careful in how much of the concoction he'd doped Ryan with. After all, he was a medic. He wasn't trying to kill him He calculated that Ryan would be out ten to twelve hours. That was more than enough time to get clear of the area.

He donned Ryan's uniform, he'd picked him because the two men were pretty close to the same size and bore a passing resemblance to each other.

"Sorry, bud," he said to the inert form that he had at least had the courtesy to carry to his bed, "but I'm taking your papers too. Hope you don't get into too much trouble, but I have to get out of here. I'm headed someplace far away to get a new start and this is going to help me make it there without being arrested."

As he was closing the door behind him, he called over his shoulder. "By the way, you need to work on your technique. Your performance wasn't that great. Trust me."

"I'm outta here."


 

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