Frontline woke up, blinked several times, and grimaced, he had served in the Great Ghostland Plains war, he had met Chris there, Sub-culture had stumbled out of a shell crater about midway through.
Frontline dismissed the memories, and pulled a jacket on, it felt wrong, he took off the jacket, and after a quick search found an explosive charge, Chris's jacket. Frontline Found his own one and pulled it on.
Frontline was at the top of the stairs when he heard the door close, a soft "thud-click" noise, Frontline drew his gun, and carried on down the stairs cautiously, the office was in a state, it only added to his anxiousness,
After a quick repair session, Frontline glanced through the mail, bill, bill, mystery, and then the envelope that had excited Chris, Frontline opened it, and let the contents fall into his hands, he read it quickly.
It was probably going to be the only good news Frontline would find the rest of the morning. Sub-culture was coming home. Finally.