Morning dawned and Cruz the light on his wallet flashed a missed message. Except it had never beeped in the middle of the night, it was sent without his knowledge, The Wicked Truth relaying his message silently in the middle of the night.
Back from the land of strange. Coffee?
Sage was a strange kid, but he always came through. And he helped him build the machine that was going to make his name for himself. If only he could connect what he did with his gift w with the program Sage and Aurora had written. Nox hardly utilized it to its full potential, Cruz had other plans. Big plans, world altering plans. But the coin sitting on his night stand comsumed his thoughts.
He'd dreamt of it. The black metal and the gold pain floated in his mind. It lead him down winding paths and into greatness. He knew he had to find it's source. Whoever or whatever it was called to him. And he wanted to find it's power over him. Maybe he could harness it too... that obsession.
Sage had sent along a GPS location with his message. And it didn't surprise Cruz any that it was their favorite coffee shop. The only place Nox could afford on his nothing salary. Though he had jobs now. Strange at it was to think of Nox working as a dancer or bouncer much less working for the Ascendancy himself. To meet the man was godly, to have a conversation with him like peers, that was something even Cruz's grandfather would die for, and his American friend all but fell into it. Fucking lucky bastard.
It was still early, Sage was likely in bed still but Cruz went to the location, found a table and studied for his biochem test he had in a few days. Nothing like coffee and biscuits to start the day off right.
Back from the land of strange. Coffee?
Sage was a strange kid, but he always came through. And he helped him build the machine that was going to make his name for himself. If only he could connect what he did with his gift w with the program Sage and Aurora had written. Nox hardly utilized it to its full potential, Cruz had other plans. Big plans, world altering plans. But the coin sitting on his night stand comsumed his thoughts.
He'd dreamt of it. The black metal and the gold pain floated in his mind. It lead him down winding paths and into greatness. He knew he had to find it's source. Whoever or whatever it was called to him. And he wanted to find it's power over him. Maybe he could harness it too... that obsession.
Sage had sent along a GPS location with his message. And it didn't surprise Cruz any that it was their favorite coffee shop. The only place Nox could afford on his nothing salary. Though he had jobs now. Strange at it was to think of Nox working as a dancer or bouncer much less working for the Ascendancy himself. To meet the man was godly, to have a conversation with him like peers, that was something even Cruz's grandfather would die for, and his American friend all but fell into it. Fucking lucky bastard.
It was still early, Sage was likely in bed still but Cruz went to the location, found a table and studied for his biochem test he had in a few days. Nothing like coffee and biscuits to start the day off right.