Jan 18, 2014
{5 have found the Private}
    Still adjusting to civilian life was unusual for James. Even though he had a well-paying job and a place to call home, it was still strange to not wake up to a blade cutting down his chest, or to hear orders barked into his ear, either in English or a language he couldn't speak.Â
    He was in a library, now, though, doing some research on the housing market, trying to find a location closer to his work. He heard someone come up behind him, and, without looking at his shoulder, the youngest Holmes muttered a soft, "May I help you?"
