Bluebird had been sleeping rough for months, a situation he was not hugely worried about it personally. He could remeber sleeping in worse conditions before, but was foggy on why it seemed so normal. That was until the weather turned overnight, he hated the cold, always had.
The cold inspired him to pack up his few belongings in the middle of the night, two changes of clothes, steelcapped boots partily falling apart, some assorted broken knicknacks, and a 9mm handgun wrapped out of sight in a shirt, yet still easy enough to get his hands on, not that he was certain it would fire in its current condition. The only thing he owned that worked properly, the watch on his wrist, could tell time accurate to the second, and was nearly indestructible.
After his stuff was packed into a barely holding together rucksack, Bluebird climbed out for under the bridge where he'd been sleeping the past few months. He knew enough about the city, he easily found his way towards one of the only buildings that kept their doors open all night, city hall. He made his way inside found a spot and curled up to get some sleep.
It was early morning, 6am, when he was woken by a guard. "Oi, can't sleep here mate," Bluebird woke startled and dove at the guard, knocking him down he crouched down arm on his throat ready to chock him out. He suddenly pulled back, once he remembered where he was, "sorry," he mumbled before grabbing his rucksack and attempting to run from the building.
He was stopped by another guard, Jerry, who had watched the whole thing, a soldier himself he recognised the takedown Bluebird had used and made the assumption that the homeless man had to be a veteran. Jerry put his hand up to signal Bluebird to stop, which he did, "what's your name soldier?" Jerry asked.
"Bluebird," was the only thing Bluebird said, he couldn't remeber his civilian name. He shifted clearly uncomfortable. "You can't sleep here soldier, but I can try get you a bunk at the House of Hope, awefully cold to be sleeping outside now," Jerry commented. Bluebird shrugged not really fussed, but he let Jerry lead him out of the building.
Jerry led Bluebird to the Homeless shelter, asking lots of questions, "where were you stationed?, What unit you from?, When'd you get back?" Bluebird was a wall of silence, he didn't know the answer to any of those questions, or if he did he didn't trust Jerry with them.
It was about 6:45am when the pair made it to the shelter. Jerry led them in and spoke to Karen, "Morning Ma'am," he said softly, "We found this poor veteran sleeping at city hall, we were hoping that we could find him a room get him out of the cold for awhile."
"It so happens we do have one open bed, Room 104 bed A, what's your name sir?" she asked directing the statement to Bluebird, who just stood in silence holding his racksuck strap tightly. "He said his name was Bluebird, obviously a codename, he seems to be troubled," Jerry responded after awhile.
"Okay Bluebird it is then," Karen replied, she got another staff member to lead Bluebird to his room, while she stayed with Jerry to gather more information.
Once in the room Bluebird was left alone, he sat staring out the window, his hand slid into his rucksack gripping around the familar and safe feel of cold steel. He turned when he heard the tapping at the door, he shrugged lightly but turned around on the bed to face the other bed, almost in a manner signalling take a seat. He let his rucksack drop to the floor.
December 10th, 2017 at 11:48pm