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fandomtownies2013-05-12 08:45 am
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Freedom Arms, Sunday
When Coulson walked into work today, he did so holding a letter. This was strange since it was delivered today, on a Sunday. So if nothing else, he knew it was coming from an agency above the Post Office. He had an idea of what that might be....
Coulson opened the letter, read it, and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket. It was a head's up from Fury. At long last, he needed Coulson back in the field. Coulson had a few weeks to get back into field condition, then it would be time to go.
So if anyone stopped into the Freedom Arms today, they might notice that Coulson's expression was less of a sly smirk and more of a genuine smile. He was going to spend so much time at the shooting range during his off hours.
[OOC: I will barely be around today due to being a good son on Mother's Day. Open for SP, though!]
Coulson opened the letter, read it, and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket. It was a head's up from Fury. At long last, he needed Coulson back in the field. Coulson had a few weeks to get back into field condition, then it would be time to go.
So if anyone stopped into the Freedom Arms today, they might notice that Coulson's expression was less of a sly smirk and more of a genuine smile. He was going to spend so much time at the shooting range during his off hours.
[OOC: I will barely be around today due to being a good son on Mother's Day. Open for SP, though!]