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Jeremy laughed. "Just giving you shit. I was warned you might be moody."
"Understatement." Dyson walked past Jeremy to look at the living room. "You furnish the place?"
"No, it was this way when I arrived." Jeremy gestured to the couch. "I wouldn't have chosen that."
"Yeah, me neither." He glanced back at Rob, who was leaning against the doorway. "Who picked this shit?"
"Not sure." Rob shrugged. "You can always fix it how you want it."
"I haven't touched anything but the kitchen and the computer room. Figured I'd wait until you got here to decide how we wanted to set things up." Jeremy motioned Dyson to follow him down the hall.
Dyson's gaze traveled over Jeremy as he walked ahead of him. The guy had a kick-ass body, with narrow hips and a perfectly grabbable ass. At least he'd have something to enjoy watching when they worked together.
"Two bedrooms on this floor, two bathrooms, and a computer room. Upstairs you have three other bedrooms, and two more bathrooms, though one is connected to the main bedroom." Jeremy pushed the door open to the computer room.
Six computers lined one wall, and various other electronics were cluttered around them or against the other walls. Dyson wasn't even going to pretend to know how it all worked or what half of it was. He was able to mess around with his laptop, but beyond that, his computer skills were lacking. The room was twice the size of his old team's computer room, and he liked that whoever worked in there wouldn't be sitting right on top of each other. "We secure in here yet?"
"Yep, Carter left this morning. We're set to go as soon as we decide to. There are some minor things I need to work on, but I promise no one is getting into this system unless it's Carter or someone as brilliant as him."
Dyson gave a nod. "Good." He turned and walked to the other room. It was a semi-large bedroom with a queen-sized bed and a dresser. "At my old place, we have the medical room upstairs, and I've always hated that. We have to carry people up in an emergency. I'd like for this to be the medical room once we find a doctor and get that set up."
"I'm easy." Jeremy shrugged.
Dyson raised a brow and grinned.
"Fuck off," Jeremy growled, turning out of the room.
Dyson let him go. If he couldn't take a little silent teasing, they weren't going to get along. He walked around the room, trying to decide if it was big enough for everything a medical room would need. It would have to be because he wasn't putting it upstairs. That had been the one thing Bryon did that had always bothered him.
Leaving the bedroom, he glanced at the other one, then he made his way upstairs, checking out the rooms and looking at the view from the windows to get an idea of what his neighbors were like. He was content seeing most had clean yards, and from the looks of things, there were a lot of kids in the area. He hoped the neighbors weren't overly friendly, but nice enough they could wave as he and his team walked in and out of the house, hopefully looking like nothing more than guys hanging out.
"Basement?" He glanced at Rob as he came down the stairs.
"Have no clue," Rob told him from where he now sat on the living room couch, focusing on his phone.
Dyson started to open doors, finding closets, then finally the stairs that led down into the basement. He walked down, pleased to find a large living room, and what looked like a storage area, along with another bathroom.
The one thing he'd always loved about the old STK house was the fact that they had the game room in the basement. It was the most relaxing place in the house, and after long hours of doing what the team did, they needed a place to cut loose and have some fun. The game room was a sanctuary for them to go and just relax. He'd have to talk to Jeremy, but hopefully, they could do the same things here as they had at the old house.
Walking back upstairs, he sat down in a large chair across from Rob. "This works. It's perfect other than the lack of tasteful furnishings."
Rob laughed. "You don't look like the home décor type."
"Even a loser like me knows ugly when he sees it." He relaxed back, tired from all the hours in the car over the last couple of days. "So now what?" He glanced over as Jeremy walked back in and sat on the opposite end of the couch as Rob.
Rob set his phone down and reached for a manila envelope on the coffee table. "Your new driver's license, credit cards, banking cards, and papers, the title to your home, and a bunch of other shit that Bryon said you'd need." He tossed the envelope at him. "You've got a full history from birth until two days ago, showing you born and raised in this area."
Dyson pulled the papers out and started to look through them. He glanced up and laughed. "I have a degree in finance?"
"Makes sense," Rob said. "It will explain where all your money came from."
"Do I have a lot?" Dyson asked.
"Whatever you had saved before plus some." Rob smiled. "Bryon made sure you're covered and didn't lose it all with what is going on. He figured you'd both lost enough." Rob glanced over at Jeremy.
"I was impressed with how well they handled things. I expected to be walking the streets, looking for work," Jeremy said.
"Yeah, that's about what I thought too." Dyson smiled, glad that Jeremy and he could understand each other. He glanced at another paper. "I have a boat?"
