IT'S A GOOD NIGHT FOR A RUN
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gumi_reloadedIT’S A GOOD NIGHT FOR A RUN
Date: Wednesday, February 8, 2060
Time: Evening
Place: Outside around town
Characters: Sano, Kenshin
It was the third day of Sano’s new exercise schedule, one he started to keep himself in shape after he finally snapped out of his self-induced, three week drunken stupor. It had been more than stupid of him to go on a three week bender, but now he understood that his actions were meant to escape from the gnawing sense of grief that he felt over the loss of almost everyone in his special operation’s unit, thanks to the government’s stupidity.
His routine had worked into one daytime run, either in the morning, or mid-day, and one evening run, preferably after dark. He was starting to see more of New Meiji, sometimes seeing far more than he really wanted to see. He’d spent a fair amount of time outside the country on missions, having been a member of the ill fated Sekihoutai Special Forces unit of Japan’s Homeland Defense Force.
The night seemed unusually cold and dark, so he picked up his pace to generate more body heat. He was sure he’d be starving when he was done with his run. He was glad there was an all night okonomiyaki restaurant near his apartment building. There was nothing like a few of those hot and steaming off the grill to satisfy what ailed a starving body, or jogger.
Running on the edge of a public park, he glanced into the darkness only to be greeted by trees looming at him like they were some sort of menacing monsters. Sano didn’t give them much thought. It wasn’t like he was afraid of the dark, or for that matter, of trees in the dark. But they did remind him a little of one night in China, when he and the guys were trying to find a target in a forest that looked eerily the same as this one.
He was about to cross the street so he could take a sharp left turn at the upcoming intersection and head back in the direction of his apartment building, when he heard a noise, or he *thought* he heard a noise.
Date: Wednesday, February 8, 2060
Time: Evening
Place: Outside around town
Characters: Sano, Kenshin
It was the third day of Sano’s new exercise schedule, one he started to keep himself in shape after he finally snapped out of his self-induced, three week drunken stupor. It had been more than stupid of him to go on a three week bender, but now he understood that his actions were meant to escape from the gnawing sense of grief that he felt over the loss of almost everyone in his special operation’s unit, thanks to the government’s stupidity.
His routine had worked into one daytime run, either in the morning, or mid-day, and one evening run, preferably after dark. He was starting to see more of New Meiji, sometimes seeing far more than he really wanted to see. He’d spent a fair amount of time outside the country on missions, having been a member of the ill fated Sekihoutai Special Forces unit of Japan’s Homeland Defense Force.
The night seemed unusually cold and dark, so he picked up his pace to generate more body heat. He was sure he’d be starving when he was done with his run. He was glad there was an all night okonomiyaki restaurant near his apartment building. There was nothing like a few of those hot and steaming off the grill to satisfy what ailed a starving body, or jogger.
Running on the edge of a public park, he glanced into the darkness only to be greeted by trees looming at him like they were some sort of menacing monsters. Sano didn’t give them much thought. It wasn’t like he was afraid of the dark, or for that matter, of trees in the dark. But they did remind him a little of one night in China, when he and the guys were trying to find a target in a forest that looked eerily the same as this one.
He was about to cross the street so he could take a sharp left turn at the upcoming intersection and head back in the direction of his apartment building, when he heard a noise, or he *thought* he heard a noise.
