Both of my parents had the hard look of people who had seen and done extraordinary things, and probably while using firearms. It's the eyes ... they m...rk you for life. I didn't recognize that particular look until I was in the Army in Iraq. They had never spoken to me of their own prior military experiences but I'd later recognized that his old SEAL tattoo on his right forearm was nearly the same as others I'd seen on some spec-ops acquaintances of mine years later. He'd vaguely mentioned once. She had given a notice of leaving the day after Boxing Day, but the tenancy agreement stated that you had to end a tenancy at least a month ahead. As it was, she still had to pay the rent for January.It hadn’t really been a big deal since she still received welfare in January too. However, it meant she had to meet with the housing supervisor for a final inspection and hand him the keys. We had worked hard to make sure that the apartment was clean and suitable for the next tenants. That way they. We were almost to the end when Liz appeared in the room.“Come back to the office when you’re finished here, please,” she said.I grunted my assent since I was in the middle of forcing my arm outward with a stick and it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling I’d ever experienced.Liz stood and watched for a moment before smiling sadly and heading back to work.“Is she mad?” Kim asked from the treadmill.“Probably,” I muttered.“Ben says that everything is falling in line like neat little dominoes,” Kim. "Chris is on," she informed us, before waving us back to our preparations while she turned to the computer.I grabbed my makeup bag, and went into her bathroom, very similar to mine. The sink and counter stretched along one entire wall, which was all mirror, tons of space for us all to do our makeup. I didn't need much, like most of us, but still had a bag full of stuff that I used whenever I was going to a party or a nice event or something.I rubbed on a little bit of foundation, a few sweeps.