The Black Dog's Den
Steve Rowland lived alone in a three-bedroom, two-bath house a mile and a half north of city limits. His home itself was not overly exciting, just a one story farmhouse with a front porch and a basement. The basement, however, was very interesting, due to the fact that he had reinforced the cinder block walls, floor, and ceiling with six-inch steel plates, then filled the room with all manner of military armaments: automatic weapons, ammunition, explosives, body armor, rifles, and the like, as well as a milling machine and a lathe. This room was his dirty little secret, since he was only registered as owning an FN P-90 assault rifle, two shotguns, a deer rifle, and several handguns. However, his basement's contents was not being used for anything other than personal defense. The only way to get into this room would be either to get underground and knock a hole through two feet of concrete and six inches of steel, or to go through the door, which was equipped with the finest biometric system available, as well as the new "Infinity Bolt," which was actually an iris that closed around a groove in the door.
The upstairs was sparse, yet oddly comfortable, with hardwood floors, thick-cushioned chairs, and dim lights. The windows all showed great views of rolling hills, woods, and a field. The front door opened into the living room, where one was faced with a TV, a couch, two chairs, and a table. Two doors led out of the living room, one was a closet that Steve had converted into a gun safe for his legal weapons; the other went to the small kitchen, which had an oven, dishwasher, and the usual cooking utilities. The dining room adjoined the kitchen, with a large oak table and matching chairs. The large sliding glass door presented a beautiful view of the back yard, and the hill beyond. The back porch had several lounge chairs, as well as a porch swing.
Another door led out of the kitchen, and into the hall. Six doors were positioned off the hall: one leading to the basement stairs, one that was a closet, one bathroom, and three bedrooms. Steve slept in the farthest one down the hall, right at the end. His room was large, with a bed, a desk that housed a computer, a TV, a pistol safe, and various odds and ends, and a filing cabinet. The closet and bathroom were side by side in the east wall, right next to the bed.
Back down the hall, there were two other bedrooms. One Steve had filled with boxes of random junk he had not found a place for. The other was his study, with bookshelves, network servers, and other computers. Most of these he used for research, with the occasional video game tournament held on his six Tri-Star servers.
Out from the kitchen again, the last door lead to the two-car garage, which doubled as a washroom. A 1984 GMC Jimmy, painted red with a white top, and a black and red 1968 Chevy Camaro sat side-by-side in the spacious room. A Harley-Davidson motorcycle sat by the door, with a tarp covering it up.
The whole house was absolutely spotless, since Steve rarely made a mess. His possesions were neat and ordered, and all of his things were nice and clean.
On a police officer's salary, Steve lives oddly well. However, the money to pay for the house (in full) came from his military salary back when he was a pilot. He has a substantial amount of cash in his bank account ant the local Wells Fargo, and the basement was a favor owed to him by an old friend of his from is Air Force days. To top it off, his mother bought him the car when he was 16, and the truck was bought used for $2000, so Steve has no debt whatsoever, except to his fellow pilots in the USAF.