Post by Repo Man on Apr 1, 2008 19:26:51 GMT -5
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"Anton. The building is almost completely flushed out." A guard muttered into the ear of the all known angel conspirator, Anton Peck. With the stance of a merciless general, arm crossed finely behind his back and his body like a straight pole, apparent that he had a very strong ego and pride in himself and his workings. His crooked grin was odd and a rather unattractive look to the CEO Police Captain, whom seemed not at all bothered when staring at it in the mirror at home. He found it rather fitting for his 'remarkable' personality. Twisted, justified, and famous among the history of violence around Detroit. When told of the exceptional announcement, the scowl seemed to spread longer across his tan skinned face. "Excellent news. Excellent.
He paused before speaking, gazing up at the barred windows and gradually dropped his eyes back down to the ground, where the secluded reception desk kept itself. "However, I have not heard from Nex. Where is he?"
"We're not sure. He hasn't called a single report for about thirty minutes." The officer retorted, glanced at his clock as he spoke.
"Hmmmm... He surely isn't dead already." The CEO asked, quite disappointed if it was so. He had worked hard with this angel, making his body more better than any experiment they had hosted down below the headquarters. Six endless years of sustained labor and research of the heavenly messengers form and skeletal structure, they'd finally made something work. It seemed that maybe their God was on his side today?
As the leader was about to tell this young gentleman to search for the created assassin, a connection bellowed in his ear, shouting words that were almost to hard to comprehend. "Speak up man, over!"
"Sir, Nex is here! He's dead, over!"
Anton eyes rose in confusion. "Impossible. Lee, watch over this post, don't let a single person out of this place without a badge! If your asked questions from civilians, give a few bullets in the chest as the answer. Let no one get anything in or out." He heard the bickering echoes of upcoming paparazzi bellowing at this new story.
"And keep them from getting footage God damn it." He snarled. "I don't need those parasites taking over this joint, and you need no distraction. If needed..." He gave a signal through his eyes, the blue in them shimmering madly. "You know what to do."
It was a lot of responsibility and orders to be tossed at in only a few moments, and none seemed clean, especially the last part. But, he nodded and gave a solid salute with no retaliation or question in his voice. "Yes sir!"
"Good man. I'll be back, once I figure out what the hell is going on with Nex."
"Anton. The building is almost completely flushed out." A guard muttered into the ear of the all known angel conspirator, Anton Peck. With the stance of a merciless general, arm crossed finely behind his back and his body like a straight pole, apparent that he had a very strong ego and pride in himself and his workings. His crooked grin was odd and a rather unattractive look to the CEO Police Captain, whom seemed not at all bothered when staring at it in the mirror at home. He found it rather fitting for his 'remarkable' personality. Twisted, justified, and famous among the history of violence around Detroit. When told of the exceptional announcement, the scowl seemed to spread longer across his tan skinned face. "Excellent news. Excellent.
He paused before speaking, gazing up at the barred windows and gradually dropped his eyes back down to the ground, where the secluded reception desk kept itself. "However, I have not heard from Nex. Where is he?"
"We're not sure. He hasn't called a single report for about thirty minutes." The officer retorted, glanced at his clock as he spoke.
"Hmmmm... He surely isn't dead already." The CEO asked, quite disappointed if it was so. He had worked hard with this angel, making his body more better than any experiment they had hosted down below the headquarters. Six endless years of sustained labor and research of the heavenly messengers form and skeletal structure, they'd finally made something work. It seemed that maybe their God was on his side today?
As the leader was about to tell this young gentleman to search for the created assassin, a connection bellowed in his ear, shouting words that were almost to hard to comprehend. "Speak up man, over!"
"Sir, Nex is here! He's dead, over!"
Anton eyes rose in confusion. "Impossible. Lee, watch over this post, don't let a single person out of this place without a badge! If your asked questions from civilians, give a few bullets in the chest as the answer. Let no one get anything in or out." He heard the bickering echoes of upcoming paparazzi bellowing at this new story.
"And keep them from getting footage God damn it." He snarled. "I don't need those parasites taking over this joint, and you need no distraction. If needed..." He gave a signal through his eyes, the blue in them shimmering madly. "You know what to do."
It was a lot of responsibility and orders to be tossed at in only a few moments, and none seemed clean, especially the last part. But, he nodded and gave a solid salute with no retaliation or question in his voice. "Yes sir!"
"Good man. I'll be back, once I figure out what the hell is going on with Nex."