Living in the city, Jamie didn't own a car. It didn't make sense, comparing the price of parking and insurance in Mutant Town with the simple two dollar price of a Metro Card. It was cheaper, not to mention faster, just to use the subway which crisscrossed the city. He could drive, but he only occasionally did. On days like this when he rented a car from a dealership just on the border of the Bronx and chose to drive straight up to Connecticut from there. It was a two and half hour drive, but he didn't mind it for days when he just couldn't take the train. He'd plug in his iPod and tap his hands on the steering wheel for two hours along in time with the music.
It was around noon when Jamie pulled into the driveway of the Brotherhood Mansion for the second time in four days. He'd stayed the weekend, left on Sunday, and now Monday afternoon he was back again. He'd done a bit of work that morning for the business, but it had been a slow week and it didn't look to be getting any more exciting. His time was better off spent in Connecticut. He hated the state as a rule, but the mood at the mansion was relatively cheery, given their win the week before.
Jamie hadn't been a part of it, but he celebrated anyway. The mood was relatively addictive and he'd succumbed. He closed the door of the Acura SUV he'd rented and walked further up the driveway so that he could enter through the back door. People didn't really need to see him, or anyone other than Erik for that matter, coming through the front.
"Hello," he called out in a normal voice, mostly speaking to himself as he walked through the door. He dropped his messenger bag with his laptop on the kitchen table and made a beeline for the refrigerator, hoping that this time he wouldn't run into something that was broken in the course of making his sandwich.