A quiet little town, in the middle of Colorado. The people were nice enough, wary of strangers though. It was mid summer when a man first rolled into town on his motorbike, a black harley. His meager possessions strapped to the back, in a standard issue army rucksack. The new arrival quickly became the talk of the town. A scruffy looking Blond, with unkempt hair wearing leathers, he had cuts and bruises across his face from some unknown accident.
This new arrival's first stop was a motel, to rent a single room. The first questions of him were asked, "Where you ridden from son?" the crackling old voice of the motel attendant asked. Two blue eyes looked up over the darkened shades the man wore, "California," he said plainly. "What brings you to Rado?" the attendant asked. "A change of scenery," as the response.
The attendant asked for ID, and a credit card. The stranger unzipped his jacket, and reached inside for his wallet. As the stranger searched from his wallet, the loose chain around his neck, jostled out. Hanging on the end of the chain, a singular dog tag. The rattling drew the attendants eyes, and he looked up at the stranger, "You serve kid?" he asked. The stranger looked up, still not having found his wallet, "What's it to ya?" he snapped. The attendant chuckled softly, placing a key to a room on the counter, "Don't worry about the ID son, go settle in, come back in when you find your wallet," he said lightly.
The stranger smiled weakly, and nodded, "thank you," he mumbled, before taking the key and heading to the room. He settled in and tidied himself up, with a warm shower and some fresh clothes. He found his wallet, tucked away in his rucksack, and headed down to the office. A quick conversation revealed him to called Thomas and a payment for the room was made in cash. The attendant provided him with directions to the local diner for a meal.
Thomas stepped into the small diner and made his way to a table in the back. He reached behind him, and pulled a pistol out of the back of his belt, and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He looked up and smiled at the waitress, and ordered a cup of coffee. The television in the corner of the room, was on the news channel.
The story being covered was a mysterious explosion in Nevada. A vehicle, had flipped off a road in the desert, and tumbled down a bank, before exploding. The Identity of the driver was still unconfirmed but the speculation was it was a retired veteran, Tommy O'Connor. The truck was registered to him, and one of his dog tags was found amongst the wreckage. DNA had been found in the cab that was being tested, but the results weren't back yet.
Thomas looked up at the waitress when she returned with a coffee, and smiled softly. "Can I get some eggs as well please?" he asked.
July 21st, 2018 at 10:56am