1919 Post WWI

Thomas had just finished at his family home with his brothers and speaking with Aunt Pol. It felt like he left one war and entered another, yet found himself unable to pull out of it.

It was familiar at the very least, something he knew how to do... sneaking about, planning against those who'd do his family harm. Those that interfered on business matters- it was all the same. Violent and secretive, just like when he was in France.

He stood now near The Garrison, it was early in the day.. while he was tempted to quench his thirst for some whisky for the moment his cigarette would do as the stood by the wall looking about at the people passing by.

His thoughts embroiled with what was going on in his life- getting rid of guns, seeing if the rigged race was successful... finding out more news about this... bastard- Inspector Campbell. The sounds of horses drawing buggies and a rogue car or two on top of all the chatter...

It made his ears ring as he took a big drag off of his cigarette to drown them out, for a moment it all seemed unbearable... until he looked up and saw you. A few Blinder's talking to you, though it was clear while you weren't from the area... they were giving you a hard time.

With that Thomas stood tall and with determination, and began to walk across the road without a second thought towards the scene.

"Boys." Thomas speaks up greeting them in a firm tone,

"Something the matter?" He asks them, taking another drag off his cigarette looking at them and then to you.