Sydney, Australia, Earth – April 5th, 2553 – 0920 hours
Anthony pulled into the supermarket parking lot and by habit, was immediately inclined to jump out of the still moving vehicle and make a beeline for the entrance. He suppressed those urges however and parked his Hog neatly before stepping out and calmly walking over to the entrance.
As he walked, he formulated a plan in his head of the routes he'd take in the store and all the goods he'd planned to buy. He did this as he found it just plain uncomfortable to be near a large group of people and his unusual height, build, pale skin as well as all of the scars from the war and the augmentations definitely did not help him blend in in the slightest. So that's why he always tried to do his shopping as fast as possible or during odd hours, when less people would be there.
He walked through the large sliding doors into the store, it was definitely not jam packed and crawling with people, but it was far from completely empty either. After grabbing a cart, he started to nonchalantly walk briskly to the food and produce section. He occasionally caught the side long glances of a few shoppers but tried to pay them no mind. In the food and produce section, he scanned the shelves, grabbed the food and practically tossed it into his cart with speed and precision. He was in and out of the store with all the things he needed in a matter of minutes.
Driving back home and subsequently getting stuck in a traffic jam, he looked out to the distant skyscrapers of downtown Sydney, most of which was under reconstruction after the Covenant bombed the hell out of it during the war.
"Man, what I'd do for a Falcon right about now…" he said aloud as he peered into the deadlocked traffic, which seemed to stretch for miles on end. After forty-five excruciating minutes, the traffic finally seemed to ease up and he put the pedal to the metal, racing down the highway but never breaking the speed limit.
"Mission accomplished." He said triumphantly as he unloaded his groceries and headed into his modest two-story suburban house, which was practically a luxurious mansion of the highest degree compared to the cramped quarters of Navy frigates and Army bases. The interior furnishings were also kept to a minimum, containing only basic necessities. In fact, the only significant pieces of decoration he had in the house were his dog tags and an ancient holo-still of his long-gone parents framed on the wall.
"New objective," he said as placed the paper bags of groceries on the kitchen table, "find out how to cook this stuff…"