I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream

[haro-and-firing.livejournal.com]

It was strange that things should be so calm lately. At least, there where no armed interventions to handle, or wars to stop at the moment.

Around lunchtime, at one of the tables in the mess hall Lockon was stripping down a rifle for cleaning, while Haro rolled around on the floor like a child's toy.
The purpose of the location had been three fold: Firstly he had wanted lunch, also the tables where big enough to lay out everything he needed for the job, and lastly, it was the perfect place to watch, and listen.
So mind your conversation kids, you might be overheard.