Sean was not what anyone would call an observant person. One would think that with his somewhat flighty personality, he would be ill suited to the job of Security Officer, but he had this going for him:
Sean was extremely single minded.
His duty, to the exclusion of all else, was to ensure that every single bag that entered the compound was run through the metal detector. He even made a sign. It said:
"Every Single Bag Must Go Through the Metal Detector."Â?
It was not a very complicated concept, which was good both for Sean and for those who passed through the doors.
So who was this idiot trying to walk in with a backpack?
"Hey! You!"Â?
Hunting
The Wolf was amused.
He had been aware that the traitors had stretched their arms wide in the industrial district, attempting to take as much as they could and cling to the territory with both hands, but seeing the sight above ground made it much more clear that they had grossly overreached. In places the perimeter was only loosely guarded by rag tag groups of teenager types clustering together in an attempt to look like tough street crews.
He laughed like something splintering and one such group retreated further into the alley.
The Wolf went on.
The Traitors would have failed anyway, he could see that much. To The Wolf, this was clearly about making an example of Traitors. It was about saying "Even if you are utterly powerless, we will still take the time to crush you."Â? And it was about Fear.
The Wolf could understand fear. Oh yes, he knew both sides of -that- particular coin, even if no one else could believe that. Had he not woken every day for the last...
...how long had he been alive but not alive, anyway? It was hard to remember. And, The Wolf reflected, it hardly mattered.
The Wolf would live forever.
The thought used to make him shiver until the world went dark around him, until everything faded in a haze of fear and frustration at the universe and the bitch and vampires, until he only wanted blood gushing down his throat, so much it poured down his chin and he could see nothing but the bright blue. That had been his last sight as a human; perfect sky above him, the sun just out of vision as the blood poured out of him, and -that- he would never forget. Amusing that he should feel the most human when he did the most beastly of things.
Now, though, waking up every day to the knowledge that his worst fears had been realized did not even slow him down in getting out of bed. He had been made an immortal monster, and while he would never forgive the bitch for that, oh no, his fear had cooled into a simmering and infectious rage, always with him but under his control.
Or at least, it had been. Lately, though, for the past few centuries anyway, The Wolf noticed...slips. Times when he could not remember where he had been the night before. Occasions where his carefully honed patience would snap like a twig. It was happening more and more often, in fact.
The Bitch's final punishment? Perhaps. That would be fitting, wouldn't it, to pull out the threads of his sanity one by one until he was nothing but an animal, nothing but The Wolf. She had certainly taken everything else. He had watched his family die, his dreams shatter, his country invaded...all because of her.
He chuckled deeply at his own introspective thinking. Oh yes, he was definitely cracking. Peeling up at the corners. And that too was amusing. He had been watching his own descent with something like morbid fascination for quite some time now, as though it were happening to another person. And people wondered why he always spoke of The Wolf and not the "I,"Â? not "Lykaios"Â?. Clearly they didn't understand, and the real kicker, the thing that made him laugh out the silence of his solitary life, was that he was no different than any other vampire. There was the monster, and something else, a shred of brightness that one could almost mistake for being humanity.
He was regarded as insane because he chose not to waste his time addressing the little shreds. He spoke to the monster, and monsters have no name. The Wolf felt he was simply being accurate. It was a joke even his twisted sense of humor could not appreciate, speaking to vampires as though they were human.
He switched the backpack from one shoulder to the other as he approached another narrow alley. His nostrils flared at the scent of the docks; he was close now, close to the thing he was looking for, and his mouth curled in a grimace of pleasure when he saw it.
The entrance. There was no mistaking it; while there were many ways to break through the perimeter, this was the one he needed.
He shrugged the backpack off his shoulder and pulled out a map, marking his current location with a number as he had marked the entire perimeter, and pulled out his digital camera. The camera had been built to his specifications; no flash, no blinking lights, manual settings, and silent. Nothing to bring attention to himself while blended. He counted out the exposure, as the area was dimly lit, and discreetly checked the LCD display.
Good enough.
He put the camera back into his bag, laughing inwardly at the sights that little machine had seen. The Wolf was a collector and liked his mementos, especially when he began experiencing those little gaps in his memory.
Besides, it was always good to have a portfolio.
Thinking about his "special"Â? photo album brought the missing piece of his collection to mind. He would have it, soon enough, and The Heir soon after. The Ring, though...he had waited so long, so patiently as he disintegrated. He was not certain of what The Ring actually was or did; he only knew he was meant to have it, and it had been stolen from him twice over. He knew he was missing something without it, that once he had The Ring...
Oh he had dreamed of that moment, of slipping the ring off the blood slicked finger of...The Supplanter, The Heir, it mattered not to The Wolf. Of licking the blood clean before placing it on his own finger at last and...
He didn't know. This is where the dream went cloudy; sometimes he felt a great rush of power, became tireless and endless and great. Sometimes he could remember everything in perfect detail. Other times, it was though a dark veil fell from his eyes and he saw...
But that was not important. What was important was the guard headed his way. It was highly unlikely that said guard would notice him, but there was no reason not to be careful.
A little closer.
A little closer.
With inhuman speed The Wolf snaked out one arm and pulled the guard into the shadows, tossing him carelessly against the wall and laughing at the sound of snapping bones. He dragged the weak but still twitching form deeper into the alley, ignoring the struggles but flipping the guard over with a sharp twist to muffle the groans of pain. Moving the guard in this fashion, face down by the ankles, he again flung the weakened form into the wall and watched him go limp.
The Wolf considered for a moment, then grabbed a fist full of hair in one hand, stepping over the prone body and resting one foot on his shoulder, and pulled, hard, snapping the guard's neck.
There would be no feeding on this one's blood, however tempting the thought may be. Killing the guard was necessary, but if The Wolf fed he would become distracted from his task. He may forget why he was here, what he was doing, and that simply would not do.
The Traitors would expect to see a guard coming back from a short patrol of the area. That was exactly what they would see. Oh, they wouldn't exactly recall his face when asked, but there had been a guard, of that they would be certain.
His cloak was now stuffed into his backpack as The Wolf turned Security Guard made his way to the entrance and walked easily through the metal gates of the Traitor compound. Nothing unusual here. Just exactly what one would expect.
The Wolf was, once again, amused. He walked past the guards...the -other- guards...and continued on to a sprawling brick building.
Officer
18 years ago
Lykaios
18 years ago
The Wolf considered continuing on in spite of the rude address, but ultimately decided against it. He would, as they said, 'go with the flow.'
He turned to the Security Guard with a glazed expression in his eyes, as that seemed to be the norm around here. Not that the Guard was all that likely to remember him in about two minutes, either because he was dead or because The Wolf was still reasonably confident he could give this guy the slip.
Seeing The Guard point to a sign with large block letters, he gave a little shrug and plunked the backpack on the belt. He had enough foresight to know that there was a chance he would be searched; there was nothing in there that would piss the wrong people off.
He turned to the Security Guard with a glazed expression in his eyes, as that seemed to be the norm around here. Not that the Guard was all that likely to remember him in about two minutes, either because he was dead or because The Wolf was still reasonably confident he could give this guy the slip.
Seeing The Guard point to a sign with large block letters, he gave a little shrug and plunked the backpack on the belt. He had enough foresight to know that there was a chance he would be searched; there was nothing in there that would piss the wrong people off.
Officer
18 years ago
The Guard didn't even bother to speak again as he watched the bag go through the detector. He simply grunted and handed the other Guard, whose name he didn't know and didn't care to know, a printed list. At the top, in block lettering, were the words:
Forbidden Items:
It was, oddly enough, a list of forbidden items. Every guard was supposed to read this list and commit it to memory.
Really, how -hard- was that?
He pointed to a spot halfway down the page before turning to open up the bag.
Forbidden Items:
It was, oddly enough, a list of forbidden items. Every guard was supposed to read this list and commit it to memory.
Really, how -hard- was that?
He pointed to a spot halfway down the page before turning to open up the bag.
Lykaios
18 years ago
The Wolf looked down at the list with a snort and considered simply killing The Guard where he stood. That could, however, cut his visit shorter than intended, and so he watched with a blank stare as The Guard unzipped his backpack and removed his 'forbidden' camera. He would be getting that back; he just needed a plan.
His nostrils flared in irritation, but he remained silent as he watched the dead man walking put his camera in a bin.
He picked up his backpack, zipped it, and made to move on, but The Guard's pager beeped at that moment and he held up his hand to indicate The Wolf should wait.
It was fortunate that The Wolf's patience had a ways to go before wearing thin.
His nostrils flared in irritation, but he remained silent as he watched the dead man walking put his camera in a bin.
He picked up his backpack, zipped it, and made to move on, but The Guard's pager beeped at that moment and he held up his hand to indicate The Wolf should wait.
It was fortunate that The Wolf's patience had a ways to go before wearing thin.
Officer
18 years ago
Sean tossed the camera carelessly into the bin and shoved it into a cubby behind the desk before picking up his walkie talkie, listening with a bland expression. They needed a body in section D. Right, he thought, looking up at the guard he had motioned to stay still. He could arrange that.
"I'm on it."Â?
Putting away the radio, he looked to the new fellow and jerked his thumb toward the door. "Need someone to check out Section D; silent alarm went off, probably Edgars again but you never know. Looks like you're it."Â? He peered more closely at the guy. "Say, where's your key?"Â? He shook his head when the guard pulled on the red badge clipped to his lapel. "Not that one, the blue card."Â? He watched the guard look through his clothing before giving an annoyed grunt. "Stay here a sec, I'll get you one. Watch the door a sec."Â?
With that, he went into the small office off to the side and grabbed a blue card for the guard. Andrews, guard Andrews. He'd read the name on the ID badge, after all. That badge would open the more public doors, but Andrews would need the blue card to get anywhere important, and boy, section D was important. You didn't mess around with that, even though so far every alarm had been false. Stupid Edgars, more brains than sense, that one.
Returning to his station to find the guard just where he had left him, he tossed Andrews the card and waved him off.
"I'm on it."Â?
Putting away the radio, he looked to the new fellow and jerked his thumb toward the door. "Need someone to check out Section D; silent alarm went off, probably Edgars again but you never know. Looks like you're it."Â? He peered more closely at the guy. "Say, where's your key?"Â? He shook his head when the guard pulled on the red badge clipped to his lapel. "Not that one, the blue card."Â? He watched the guard look through his clothing before giving an annoyed grunt. "Stay here a sec, I'll get you one. Watch the door a sec."Â?
With that, he went into the small office off to the side and grabbed a blue card for the guard. Andrews, guard Andrews. He'd read the name on the ID badge, after all. That badge would open the more public doors, but Andrews would need the blue card to get anywhere important, and boy, section D was important. You didn't mess around with that, even though so far every alarm had been false. Stupid Edgars, more brains than sense, that one.
Returning to his station to find the guard just where he had left him, he tossed Andrews the card and waved him off.
Lykaios
18 years ago
The Wolf's mouth curved into his grimace that was in fact a smile, his nostrils flaring, and watched the Guard wander off with a pleased expression. Quick as a flash his camera was back in his backpack and he was nearly home free.
Showing the guard the borrowed badge had been something of a risky move; he didn't look much like the real owner, but was willing to bet the stranger would overlook that little detail. People tended to do that; just overlook him.
It worked out well.
Even better, he now had a key. He would have to continue to blend in; making an appearance in this "Section D"Â? and having a look around was as good a way to explore the building as any, though he needed to locate the Head Traitor and confirm his presence here. Still, the more information the better.
He made his way down the hall, checking periodically for the apparently elusive section D. Section A...Section B...Section E. Fantastic. The Wolf shrugged and opened up a door marked stairs. Always smart to have a good fire escape plan, after all. The map wasn't marked but it was obvious enough where he needed to go. He snickered as he pulled the small sheet of plastic off the wall and stuffed it into the backpack, amused by both the vandalism and the idea of hundreds of vampires trapped in a burning building with no way of escape.
Section D was just down a flight of stairs; one scan with the magical blue card later and he was in. The Wolf mapped out the area in his mind as he wandered a maze of hallways. He noted a computer lab and what looked like a chemical lab next door. Most of the doors, however, were both closed and windowless, with little panels on each one. Clearly the security down here was more sophisticated; the blue card was of no use once inside the department.
He looked up sharply as a little man with thick glasses exited from one of the locked rooms, babbling and bumbling.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, I just called up front, it was just me again!"Â?
The little man wore a white lab coat with "Edgars"Â? embroidered over the pocket. The Wolf regarded him with a dispassionate air.
"Forgot the combination again...I thought I remembered it, only reason I kept trying, and, well, managed to lock myself out of my own lab for a bit there! Pesky thing changes so often, I suppose it's no wonder, but really, I am quite sorry for the trouble. As you can see, though, I remembered what to do. But I forgot to let the front desk know until just now. Sorry, so sorry."Â?
The Wolf nodded sympathetically and put on his most understanding expression. Judging from the somewhat spooked look on the little man's face, he didn't pull it off very well and so went back to his more blank appearance, inwardly amused.
"In any case, I must get back to work. Very exciting progress we're making here! Very exciting! I am -so- sorry for the bother!"Â?
With that, the little man bustled away, leaving The Wolf wondering just what exciting progress might be occurring behind closed doors.
Showing the guard the borrowed badge had been something of a risky move; he didn't look much like the real owner, but was willing to bet the stranger would overlook that little detail. People tended to do that; just overlook him.
It worked out well.
Even better, he now had a key. He would have to continue to blend in; making an appearance in this "Section D"Â? and having a look around was as good a way to explore the building as any, though he needed to locate the Head Traitor and confirm his presence here. Still, the more information the better.
He made his way down the hall, checking periodically for the apparently elusive section D. Section A...Section B...Section E. Fantastic. The Wolf shrugged and opened up a door marked stairs. Always smart to have a good fire escape plan, after all. The map wasn't marked but it was obvious enough where he needed to go. He snickered as he pulled the small sheet of plastic off the wall and stuffed it into the backpack, amused by both the vandalism and the idea of hundreds of vampires trapped in a burning building with no way of escape.
Section D was just down a flight of stairs; one scan with the magical blue card later and he was in. The Wolf mapped out the area in his mind as he wandered a maze of hallways. He noted a computer lab and what looked like a chemical lab next door. Most of the doors, however, were both closed and windowless, with little panels on each one. Clearly the security down here was more sophisticated; the blue card was of no use once inside the department.
He looked up sharply as a little man with thick glasses exited from one of the locked rooms, babbling and bumbling.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, I just called up front, it was just me again!"Â?
The little man wore a white lab coat with "Edgars"Â? embroidered over the pocket. The Wolf regarded him with a dispassionate air.
"Forgot the combination again...I thought I remembered it, only reason I kept trying, and, well, managed to lock myself out of my own lab for a bit there! Pesky thing changes so often, I suppose it's no wonder, but really, I am quite sorry for the trouble. As you can see, though, I remembered what to do. But I forgot to let the front desk know until just now. Sorry, so sorry."Â?
The Wolf nodded sympathetically and put on his most understanding expression. Judging from the somewhat spooked look on the little man's face, he didn't pull it off very well and so went back to his more blank appearance, inwardly amused.
"In any case, I must get back to work. Very exciting progress we're making here! Very exciting! I am -so- sorry for the bother!"Â?
With that, the little man bustled away, leaving The Wolf wondering just what exciting progress might be occurring behind closed doors.
Officer
18 years ago
Sean clicked off his radio with an irritable sigh and clipped it back to his hip. Figures, it was only Edgars. Supposedly some kind of brilliant scientist, though in his mind it didn't take a genius to figure out the security system for section D. Swipe card, check cryptographic key, punch in number, enter, shut the damn door behind you, done. You even got two tries before you were locked out. There were no numbers to remember, no passwords to have memorized; the LCD display on the c-key updated with new numbers in sync with the key pad every two minutes via satellite.
Not that complicated.
Whatever. Sean continued to watch the door as the night progressed, occasionally wondering where in the hell that security guard got to. The blue card keys were turned in at the end of every shift and then redistributed, and they had to be accounted for. Why that was so difficult for some guards he would never understand. Sean just hoped he wouldn't be delayed in leaving when his shift ended in the mid morning.
Not that complicated.
Whatever. Sean continued to watch the door as the night progressed, occasionally wondering where in the hell that security guard got to. The blue card keys were turned in at the end of every shift and then redistributed, and they had to be accounted for. Why that was so difficult for some guards he would never understand. Sean just hoped he wouldn't be delayed in leaving when his shift ended in the mid morning.
Lykaios
18 years ago
Deciding that it would be best to further explore the possible gold mine he had stumbled into, The Wolf made his way back to the computer lab he had passed on his way deeper into the department, observing the incline of the floor and estimating just how far under ground he was. It was oddly empty and quiet down here, though of course The Wolf focused on blending anyway as one never knew when someone could step out one of many of the locked doors.
The computer lab and its adjoining room, in fact, appeared to be the only places accessible in Section D without some sort of additional security measures. The Wolf reasoned that he could always break down some doors if he really wanted to, but if there was a way to get around with out getting caught, he'd take that option for the moment.
And there was plenty to examine in the lab. While the computers themselves were of little use, a coffee cup on the counter, a pen resting on one of the desks...these things could possibly be exploited.
After taking a look around, snapping a few photographs, and all too easily logging into a terminal, though there were only a minimal amount of hard installed programs anyway, The Wolf picked up the coffee mug, and focused.
Mr. Edgars, it seemed, was not all that good about following directions. The coffee cup should not have even been in a lab clearly marked with brightly colored signs as being 'free of food and drink at all times.'
He was also not being the least bit quick or careful about punching in the security code, which he was reading off a small rectangular device, about like a pager. Interesting.
The Wolf repeated the nine digit number in his head over and over until it was safely written down, and made his way out of the lab and down the hall. Edgars had said that the number changed often; how often he could not be certain, but it was best to be quick.
As it was, he had a bad moment when the door delayed in clicking open, but sighed in relief when at last he obtained access. Able to concentrate on blending now, he entered the room silently. It seemed to be an office of some kind, with a window looking not out at the world but into another room.
And there was the most -interesting- device inside. A massive stainless steel structure with full restraints in stark contrast to almost clear plastic tubes radiating from key places on the machine. The Wolf snapped a few photographs and carefully approached the glass to get a closer look.
He nearly laughed out loud at what he saw next, both in surprise and in genuine amusement.
Stamped in metal at the foot of the device were the words 'Dubine Industries.' The Wolf wondered how on -earth- the Traitors had managed to steal something of this size, never mind the obvious level of protection surrounding it.
It was, however, fortunate that he did not give in to laughter, as it was at that moment that the little man exited the room and wandered into the office.
The Wolf remained absolutely motionless, focused fully on blending.
The caution, while wise, was hardly needed; Edgars was fairly oblivious as he logged onto his computer. The Wolf would be taking advantage of that fact, of course.
The little man pulled off his lab coat and hung it up before sitting down once again at the computer, typing in more information rapidly.
The Wolf settled in for a long wait.
The computer lab and its adjoining room, in fact, appeared to be the only places accessible in Section D without some sort of additional security measures. The Wolf reasoned that he could always break down some doors if he really wanted to, but if there was a way to get around with out getting caught, he'd take that option for the moment.
And there was plenty to examine in the lab. While the computers themselves were of little use, a coffee cup on the counter, a pen resting on one of the desks...these things could possibly be exploited.
After taking a look around, snapping a few photographs, and all too easily logging into a terminal, though there were only a minimal amount of hard installed programs anyway, The Wolf picked up the coffee mug, and focused.
Mr. Edgars, it seemed, was not all that good about following directions. The coffee cup should not have even been in a lab clearly marked with brightly colored signs as being 'free of food and drink at all times.'
He was also not being the least bit quick or careful about punching in the security code, which he was reading off a small rectangular device, about like a pager. Interesting.
The Wolf repeated the nine digit number in his head over and over until it was safely written down, and made his way out of the lab and down the hall. Edgars had said that the number changed often; how often he could not be certain, but it was best to be quick.
As it was, he had a bad moment when the door delayed in clicking open, but sighed in relief when at last he obtained access. Able to concentrate on blending now, he entered the room silently. It seemed to be an office of some kind, with a window looking not out at the world but into another room.
And there was the most -interesting- device inside. A massive stainless steel structure with full restraints in stark contrast to almost clear plastic tubes radiating from key places on the machine. The Wolf snapped a few photographs and carefully approached the glass to get a closer look.
He nearly laughed out loud at what he saw next, both in surprise and in genuine amusement.
Stamped in metal at the foot of the device were the words 'Dubine Industries.' The Wolf wondered how on -earth- the Traitors had managed to steal something of this size, never mind the obvious level of protection surrounding it.
It was, however, fortunate that he did not give in to laughter, as it was at that moment that the little man exited the room and wandered into the office.
The Wolf remained absolutely motionless, focused fully on blending.
The caution, while wise, was hardly needed; Edgars was fairly oblivious as he logged onto his computer. The Wolf would be taking advantage of that fact, of course.
The little man pulled off his lab coat and hung it up before sitting down once again at the computer, typing in more information rapidly.
The Wolf settled in for a long wait.
Officer
18 years ago
Sean looked anxiously at the clock, going through his mental checklist of things to do before his shift ended and he could sleep at last. Hmm...fax the report upstairs to Hillman...check. Check the sign out list and ensure everyone was where they needed to be...check. Do a write up for the violation in section D...check. Account for all the blue cards...ch...dammit!
Where the hell was Andrews?
Where the hell was Andrews?
Lykaios
18 years ago
The Wolf's amusement with his current situation was slowly wearing thin. How long, exactly, was the little man going to sit there, typing away? It seemed like hours, and while The Wolf was quite adept at blending, even he could not hide in this room, in plain sight, forever. He could explain, or he could just kill Edgars, but that was...inconvenient at best.
It was a great relief when the little man at last got up from his desk and walked briskly back to the lab.
The Wolf looked to the door, but then realized getting in again might be a problem. Instead, he went for the lab coat, still hanging off a peg in the office, and fished the little pager like device out of the pocket.
On the side was a small hourglass graphic that ticked off the seconds. The Wolf watched this for a moment, and observed the numbers change out when the hourglass ran out and started again.
Useful, that.
He considered the computer for a moment, but movement out of the corner of his eye gave him pause and he went back to blending in the corner as the little man returned. Edgars grabbed his lab coat, sans c-key, and locked his computer before taking his leave.
The Wolf heard the turn of a lock.
Fantastic.
Although, as long as he was in here, locked in for the time being, he figured he might as well get that data.
And perhaps send the Praetor a little preview.
He shrugged off his backpack, pulled out the thumb drive and the camera, and got to work.
It was a great relief when the little man at last got up from his desk and walked briskly back to the lab.
The Wolf looked to the door, but then realized getting in again might be a problem. Instead, he went for the lab coat, still hanging off a peg in the office, and fished the little pager like device out of the pocket.
On the side was a small hourglass graphic that ticked off the seconds. The Wolf watched this for a moment, and observed the numbers change out when the hourglass ran out and started again.
Useful, that.
He considered the computer for a moment, but movement out of the corner of his eye gave him pause and he went back to blending in the corner as the little man returned. Edgars grabbed his lab coat, sans c-key, and locked his computer before taking his leave.
The Wolf heard the turn of a lock.
Fantastic.
Although, as long as he was in here, locked in for the time being, he figured he might as well get that data.
And perhaps send the Praetor a little preview.
He shrugged off his backpack, pulled out the thumb drive and the camera, and got to work.
Officer
18 years ago
Sean checked the clock one last time before throwing up his hands in exasperation. The idiot wasn't answering his radio. Fortunately, his replacement came in at just that moment. Barking a sharp order to watch the front, he made his way through the glass double doors and down the hallway.
Figuring he might as well check section D first and foremost, as that was the last place Andrews had been seen, he took the steps two at a time, wanting nothing more than to get out of there and end his day. He looked up and down the hallway, knowing that there were few enough places a security officer could go, and was just about to give up when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.
Well, actually he jumped three feet at the sight of him, but really, what the hell? Sean could have sworn there was no one there a minute ago, but now Andrews was looking right back at him, staring with cold eyes.
Figuring he might as well check section D first and foremost, as that was the last place Andrews had been seen, he took the steps two at a time, wanting nothing more than to get out of there and end his day. He looked up and down the hallway, knowing that there were few enough places a security officer could go, and was just about to give up when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.
Well, actually he jumped three feet at the sight of him, but really, what the hell? Sean could have sworn there was no one there a minute ago, but now Andrews was looking right back at him, staring with cold eyes.
Lykaios
18 years ago
The Wolf leaned back in the too small chair, lacing his fingers behind his head and considering his options. He could wait this out, though he had no way of knowing when Edgars would return. He could break the door and leave directly. Or he could look for an alternative exit.
The beeping from the radio at his hip narrowed his options somewhat. Obviously, his absence had been noted. The Wolf ignored the noise for the moment, as he had little interest in talking to the security guard, and instead debated the best solution.
Finally, he hit send on the email he had written to The Praetor, with a lovely full color photo of the machine attached and a message stating that he would contact the Tacharan again soon. Yanking out the thumb drive, he wiped any evidence of his presence before locking up the computer once more.
Then he stood, and considered the door.
He allowed himself a chuckle before pulling the entire doorknob off in one go. All that security...he quieted his laughter after a moment, but still, it was quite amusing.
Now, of course, he would have to put the knob back, and from the other side no less. This proved a good deal more tricky, considering he had completely stripped the screws, and he managed to rub his strong fingers quite raw in the delicate process. They healed quickly enough, though, and while the doorknob would look and feel a little different on inspection, he doubted anyone would notice.
He made his way down the hall once more and turned into the computer lab. Picking up the pen but being careful not to track it just yet, he turned to leave when he heard footsteps coming his way.
He blended and watched, waiting for the opportunity to slip out the door, which he did silently once the guard's back was turned. Hiding in a corner, he gradually let his blending drop until he was quite suddenly and obviously noticed.
He took a moment to enjoy the shock on the guard's face before breaking into his patented piss your pants smile and held out the blue card.
The beeping from the radio at his hip narrowed his options somewhat. Obviously, his absence had been noted. The Wolf ignored the noise for the moment, as he had little interest in talking to the security guard, and instead debated the best solution.
Finally, he hit send on the email he had written to The Praetor, with a lovely full color photo of the machine attached and a message stating that he would contact the Tacharan again soon. Yanking out the thumb drive, he wiped any evidence of his presence before locking up the computer once more.
Then he stood, and considered the door.
He allowed himself a chuckle before pulling the entire doorknob off in one go. All that security...he quieted his laughter after a moment, but still, it was quite amusing.
Now, of course, he would have to put the knob back, and from the other side no less. This proved a good deal more tricky, considering he had completely stripped the screws, and he managed to rub his strong fingers quite raw in the delicate process. They healed quickly enough, though, and while the doorknob would look and feel a little different on inspection, he doubted anyone would notice.
He made his way down the hall once more and turned into the computer lab. Picking up the pen but being careful not to track it just yet, he turned to leave when he heard footsteps coming his way.
He blended and watched, waiting for the opportunity to slip out the door, which he did silently once the guard's back was turned. Hiding in a corner, he gradually let his blending drop until he was quite suddenly and obviously noticed.
He took a moment to enjoy the shock on the guard's face before breaking into his patented piss your pants smile and held out the blue card.
Officer
18 years ago
As Sean turned his back to leave, blue card in hand, he wondered in the back of his mind where that freaked out feeling had come from. He had thought there was something about Andrew's face, that smile...but now he couldn't seem to recall it properly. Still, there was something weird about him.
"Eh, screw it. I'm going to bed."Â?
He handed the blue card to his replacement, finished his turnover, and went to bed without further thought save that Andrews could get his damn camera some other time.
"Eh, screw it. I'm going to bed."Â?
He handed the blue card to his replacement, finished his turnover, and went to bed without further thought save that Andrews could get his damn camera some other time.
Lykaios
18 years ago
The Wolf wiped the grin off his face as soon as the guard turned hell and walked briskly away. He followed closely behind, thinking on all that he had seen. Turning to look at clock hanging from the wall, he was surprised to see that it was already late morning. Had he blacked out while inside the facility? Killed without being aware? The Wolf did not think so; he was in tune enough with his own body to know better, or so he hoped anyway, but the thought of all that lost time made him uneasy.
Deciding that he had likely simply lost track, he patted the pen in his pocket and made his way to the sewer exit. The pen he would save for later; at the moment he felt the time had come to quit while he was ahead. He could always go back if need be, but he would definitely be asking for compensation from The Praetor if they needed more than the substantial information he would already be providing.
For now, though, he would return to his lair. He had waited 300 years for this moment; he could at least ensure he got his hands around The Heir's neck after a good day's sleep.
After all, The Heir would be made to suffer for quite some time.
Deciding that he had likely simply lost track, he patted the pen in his pocket and made his way to the sewer exit. The pen he would save for later; at the moment he felt the time had come to quit while he was ahead. He could always go back if need be, but he would definitely be asking for compensation from The Praetor if they needed more than the substantial information he would already be providing.
For now, though, he would return to his lair. He had waited 300 years for this moment; he could at least ensure he got his hands around The Heir's neck after a good day's sleep.
After all, The Heir would be made to suffer for quite some time.