BloodThunder27
Seven Thousand Club
James Edwards
Dublin Port, Sullivan's Weapons WarehouseJames has been settling well into his new life as a Foot-Soldier for the Sullivan Crime Family. While he has yet to see too much action, most of his time was spent dealing with loitering rival gang members, some of whom would turn tail and run the opposite direction as soon as they saw the Navy SEAL Trident tattoo on his forearm. Not that Edwards really made it a secret that he was a former Soldier...or well, Sailor. Maybe word travels faster in the Criminal Underbelly then anywhere else. Outside of work, Ed wanted to keep his skills sharpened and maintaining peak physical condition as to not look bad or put on a poor performance for the Boss himself, Conor Sullivan, or the man who brought him to Dublin, James Porter himself, and with that, into the Family. Then every Sunday, he went to Church every morning, where he would continue to bond with Sinead and her young Son, Liam, both of whom he had befriended after being introduced to them during his earlier days in Dublin. Every Sunday, he would pray, still wanting to find solace and forgiveness for the lives he took on behalf of the US Government. Yes, it was during times of War, but he still took another life...numerous even, some he even looked in the eye before he ended their lives. Someone's Father, Brother...Mother, Sister...Aunt, Uncle, Cousin...Even Grandparent. Sure, to him and his superiors, those people were evil, but to others, not necessarily. And not long after he was home and out, he made the worst decision of his life, even if it brought him to where he is now. Edwards would forever regret participating in that armed robbery in New York after failing to settle into Civilian Life. The world was not a place for a highly-trained killer like himself. Back then, he killed for his Country...Now, he would kill for Family once the time comes...
On this Summer day as these thoughts finished riding through his mind, Edwards was spending it with Porter and a woman named Reina. Throughout the day, they were surveying the Sullivan Territory and its borders. From the looks of it, Edwards went under the assumption that Reina was preparing for war. Soon, he thought about the words that were drilled into his mind during the earlier days of his training. Si Wis Pacem Para Bellum...If you want peace, prepare for war. Throughout the day, James was silently marking all the possible positions that were good for a Sniper, places to take cover in a firefight and possible escape routes in the event things go wrong. This was a force of habit whenever he and his old team were scouting out areas where firefights were likely to break out.
Soon, day would break and the night would come for them. On the way to the Warehouse by the port, the trio stopped for food because Reina's stomach kept growling. Edwards agreed with it because he hadn't eaten much throughout the day either, but was able to survive for lengthy periods of time if he didn't because of the survival training he had to endure. The Burgers here in Dublin reminded him of home in Texas, where his Family was. He then thought about the final call he had with his Father the night before he left Riker's Island with Porter. While it saddened him to know that he may never see his Father again, he took comfort in knowing that his sins would not harm anyone in his Family back in the United States. Once they were at the Warehouse, Reina got the map out, but it was hard to examine due to the poor lighting. Reina then asked if he had a light. Edwards then reached into his pocket for a flashlight, as he didn't really carry a lighter, not being a Smoker anymore. "Yeah. Hope this is what you mean." He said as he flipped the switch, now giving the map a more clear lighting.
Interactions: Reina Richards Melanin-Gxdess | James Porter Misty Gray
~Dublin, Ireland~
Dublin Port, Sullivan's Weapons WarehouseJames has been settling well into his new life as a Foot-Soldier for the Sullivan Crime Family. While he has yet to see too much action, most of his time was spent dealing with loitering rival gang members, some of whom would turn tail and run the opposite direction as soon as they saw the Navy SEAL Trident tattoo on his forearm. Not that Edwards really made it a secret that he was a former Soldier...or well, Sailor. Maybe word travels faster in the Criminal Underbelly then anywhere else. Outside of work, Ed wanted to keep his skills sharpened and maintaining peak physical condition as to not look bad or put on a poor performance for the Boss himself, Conor Sullivan, or the man who brought him to Dublin, James Porter himself, and with that, into the Family. Then every Sunday, he went to Church every morning, where he would continue to bond with Sinead and her young Son, Liam, both of whom he had befriended after being introduced to them during his earlier days in Dublin. Every Sunday, he would pray, still wanting to find solace and forgiveness for the lives he took on behalf of the US Government. Yes, it was during times of War, but he still took another life...numerous even, some he even looked in the eye before he ended their lives. Someone's Father, Brother...Mother, Sister...Aunt, Uncle, Cousin...Even Grandparent. Sure, to him and his superiors, those people were evil, but to others, not necessarily. And not long after he was home and out, he made the worst decision of his life, even if it brought him to where he is now. Edwards would forever regret participating in that armed robbery in New York after failing to settle into Civilian Life. The world was not a place for a highly-trained killer like himself. Back then, he killed for his Country...Now, he would kill for Family once the time comes...
On this Summer day as these thoughts finished riding through his mind, Edwards was spending it with Porter and a woman named Reina. Throughout the day, they were surveying the Sullivan Territory and its borders. From the looks of it, Edwards went under the assumption that Reina was preparing for war. Soon, he thought about the words that were drilled into his mind during the earlier days of his training. Si Wis Pacem Para Bellum...If you want peace, prepare for war. Throughout the day, James was silently marking all the possible positions that were good for a Sniper, places to take cover in a firefight and possible escape routes in the event things go wrong. This was a force of habit whenever he and his old team were scouting out areas where firefights were likely to break out.
Soon, day would break and the night would come for them. On the way to the Warehouse by the port, the trio stopped for food because Reina's stomach kept growling. Edwards agreed with it because he hadn't eaten much throughout the day either, but was able to survive for lengthy periods of time if he didn't because of the survival training he had to endure. The Burgers here in Dublin reminded him of home in Texas, where his Family was. He then thought about the final call he had with his Father the night before he left Riker's Island with Porter. While it saddened him to know that he may never see his Father again, he took comfort in knowing that his sins would not harm anyone in his Family back in the United States. Once they were at the Warehouse, Reina got the map out, but it was hard to examine due to the poor lighting. Reina then asked if he had a light. Edwards then reached into his pocket for a flashlight, as he didn't really carry a lighter, not being a Smoker anymore. "Yeah. Hope this is what you mean." He said as he flipped the switch, now giving the map a more clear lighting.
Interactions: Reina Richards Melanin-Gxdess | James Porter Misty Gray