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to keep his mouth shut and to see without being seen. Even now, as he watche d the monitors for the Federal B uilding and the Federal Courthouse , he saw the same people arrive each morning; how they dressed, who they hung around with and not one of them had ever seen him.
     
    He took his bagged lunch over to the crowded table and was greeted by several others that worked with him in the sub basement. Once upon a time when he was a kid no one would have welcomed him to their lunch table. But it didn’t matter to these guys if he was ugly. He had proven himself to them and they judged him rightfully on that and not on his looks.
     
    “ Yo Beast,” h e was greeted in a friendly manner. He assumed people called him this because of his face and not because of his build—most of them were built the same way if not bigger. But they didn’t mean it in a bad way and so he didn’t mind.
     
    “What you bring us for lunch?” TK asked. He was a black male that wore sunglasses every single day, even in the subbasement.
     
    Christopher grinned and opened his bag, spreading the food out before him. Half a loaf of bread, a big bowl of spaghetti, another big bowl filled with salad, a container of ranch dressing, a carton of Kraft Parmesan cheese, a gallon sized jug of Lipton Citrus Iced Tea—half empty and a Twinkie.
     
    TK reached for the Twinkie and Christopher’s hand shot out, gripping the other man’s wrist tightly but not painfully.
     
    “Not the Twinkie.” The black man dropped the snack cake and only then did Christopher release his grip.
     
    TK scowled. “You gonna heat that spaghetti up?”
     
    “Nope.” He opened the lid and forked cold congealed spaghetti into his mouth. TK made gagging sounds. Everyone ate a lot, but not everyone ate the way Beast did. But not everyone worked out the way he did, either.
     
    As a member of the Federal Protection Services; o r FPS for the Department of Homeland Security, surveillance was more or less downtime. It was alternated by field assignment. Most thought DHS was just about terrorism but they worked a lot of drug enforcement, gangs, and even international assignments. That was when his scary looks really paid off. But here; monitoring the protectees, it didn’t do well to show himself. 
     
    After lunch he, Po rter and TK headed over to the c ourthouse via the underground tunnels. They transferred prisoners to the transport and then ran a sweep. It was night when he finally climbed into his Dodge Ram and headed home. He pulled his cap low over his face which helped. Pulling up his collar also helped but people still stared due to his size alone. But he d idn’t have to think about that since he didn’t have to do anything but go straight home.
     
    Maggie greeted him with several low purrs. He dumped his things into the closet and reached down and tickled her behind her ears. She arched her back and her tail stiffened and pointed straight into the air as she purred loudly.
     
    He chuckled and put cat food into her bowl and got her fresh water. Then he turned on the stereo and checked his messages while John Mayer played softly in the background.
     
    “Sonny, you come down visit granny Sunday.  Uncle Goo and Aunt Verna goin ’ be there for spring break. They gonna bring Millie in from the special school and no tellin ’ when the next time we’ll get a chance to see the poor dear. Call me back. Love you, son.”
     
    He smiled and called his Mom right back. “Hi Mom. You need me to bring anything? You want me to drive?” She exclaimed that she didn’t want to put him out and for him to get down to Corbin early enough to visit. He promised he would and chatted for a while before hanging up.  “See you and Daddy Sunday. Love you.”
     
    “Love you, son.”
     
    Christopher started dinner; meatloaf, mashed Yukon gold potatoes, and steamed green beans. He made it as much for dinner tonight as in anticipation of several meatloaf sandwiches for lunch the next