Chapter 4: Post-Midnight-1
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Chapter 4: Post-Midnight
Still dreaming on Flight 308…
I Google Marcos later this evening and find the most interesting facts about him: he spent two military terms as a corporal in the “Dark Horse” 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines; graduated at the top of his class with honors in 2007 from the School of Infantry, East Division; granted the Legion of Merit award this spring; obtained the Marine Corps Good Conduct medal; suffered a hip casualty in Now Zad the previous winter; father unknown; attended Bessimer High School in Annapolis, Maryland; attended two years of business school at Modesto College; no children; no wife; honorably discharged from the military with many ribbons and medals.
My history is nothing like Marcos’s. I attended Temple in Philadelphia for four years, majoring in political science and minoring in strategic studies. My grades were fair, the product of too much partying. Following my degrees, I started working for Zeninen Brow as a delivery boy, transporting sums of cash, important contracts, and other vital information that Zeninen found fit for my travels, being the low man on his totem pole of employees. I can’t write worth a damn, but have always told people around me that I can; my established cover for what I really do in the world of crime. I’ve never been a full-time writer or an assistant editor at a magazine. Nor have I published fiction and nonfiction pieces, crafting the English language in my bungalow. Sometimes I travel to gun shows or private gun collections for research, but recently I have just become a homebody or recluse, waiting for my next assignment.
The small abode has two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, and miniature-sized living areas that consist of a living room, kitchen, dining room, a study, and a tiny mudroom to hang jackets or kick off summer sandals.
The back of the property slopes to the Gulf. There’s a garden of potted tomatoes to the left, small plot of jungle to the right, and a shell patio off the smallish stoop. The place is comfortable, paid in full, home for me in the dream; my liking.
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