“Hmm, Head of Security?” Priest asked himself as he walked up to the entrance of his new apartment, “I led a World Police Force, I think I could do Head of Security. Plus, who can say no to those dental and medical plans Euro set up.” Suddenly, Priest realized he was talking to himself out loud and stopped. I’ve been living with too many split personalities…
Priest stopped at the entrance of his new apartment building, a brownstone in the beautifully rebuilt Uptown of the island. He had a modest apartment on the third floor, having gotten the rent cheaper from the little old lady that owns the building (she has a meta grandson). The first floor is a “New York” style pizza place, yeah, the smell rising up through the various apartment windows is a definitely a benefit.
Priest stopped and took in the fresh pizza smell for a moment when a young women stepped out of the building.
“Michelle?” Priest blurted out, accidentally catching the attention of Michelle Campbell, one of his new neighbors.
She stopped and throw a smile towards the ex-solider, “How do you know my name?”
I have to stop doing that!
“Ahhhh.” Priest looked around, “Well, you see”
Michelle squinted her eyes, trying to pin point where she had… or if she had ever seen the huge man in front of her.
“I’m new to the building, yeah, that’s right. I’m on the third floor and was hoping that a few of us new residents, well and old residents, could get together tonight and meet and know each other and that sorta stuff tonight with each other. Here for pizza.”
Michelle looked at the much older man for a moment and cracked up, “That’s a good idea, we have had quite a few new entries in the past few weeks. Nine PM okay? I’ll let Terry and the second floor know.”
“Yeah, that’s good.”
“Well, it was nice meeting you…?”
“Jon. And you too.”
Michelle walked away and Priest hit himself on the head.
That was smooth old man. She probably thinks you’re a stalker or something.
Huh? Am I really now talking to myself in my own head?
Appears so.
I hate those guys, I really do.
Priest shook his head to clear it out and picked up his cell.
“Howdy,” Phil’s voice sounded through the other end.
“Hey Smith, by any chance did Sam leave his contact number with you…?”
