Quiet

Clarence opened the window, listening to the rain. He made himself some coffee, read the paper, and got dressed for the day all to the gentle, soothing sounds of the rain. No screaming kids; no buses; nobody's terrible taste in music blasting from anywhere. "Nope," Clarence said, flipping the switch to initiate a heat source house scan, inputting the code to electrify the perimeter fence, and sliding the fake wall back to choose a weapon. "This neighborhood is NEVER quiet," he said to his coffee cup, taking a sip. "A man can't trust quiet." The house scan came back with only two sources of heat: Clarence himself and the furnace in the basement. "Good," he whispered (putting on his chest protector). "Good so far."