02-20-2023, 08:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-21-2023, 02:49 AM by Leon Corlinson.)
'What a whirlwind of a week'. Leon thought to himself as he looked at the passing scenery from the back of the sedan. After days of repeated debriefings and all manner of tests, it was determined that he would be sent to the a place called the Facility. A place where those with the same talent are taught and trained, to continue their service for the Ascendancy, they said. He had but a few moments to reconcile the information before they handed over his orders and kit from his bunk and tossed him on the first plane to Moscow.
He took out his wallet, and after he sent a quick message to his parents informing them of his arrival in Moscow, he continued to scroll through the local news feed. Coming across a video about a nightclub, two men in a love triangle, a rather spicy video of the same reporter with her own dalliance, a claim to be a god? ‘Is this really what makes the news here?’
He looked up when he felt the car begin to slow down, and looked overwhelming presence of the Kremlin. It’s storied history and architecture in the flesh paled in comparison to the words and images on the screen he’d seen throughout his life. The car came to a stop outside a small door while he shouldered his rucksack and got out. An individual met him at the door, informing him that he would guide him to where he needed to be.
Leon nodded and followed dutifully, while looking at the various décor and people that moved about. It didn’t take overly long to see another man waiting to come into view. His guide, after seeing him, excused himself and went about his way. Leon came towards the fellow, nodding in greeting before he came to stop before him, holding out his hand. “Leon Corlinson, reporting in.”
He took out his wallet, and after he sent a quick message to his parents informing them of his arrival in Moscow, he continued to scroll through the local news feed. Coming across a video about a nightclub, two men in a love triangle, a rather spicy video of the same reporter with her own dalliance, a claim to be a god? ‘Is this really what makes the news here?’
He looked up when he felt the car begin to slow down, and looked overwhelming presence of the Kremlin. It’s storied history and architecture in the flesh paled in comparison to the words and images on the screen he’d seen throughout his life. The car came to a stop outside a small door while he shouldered his rucksack and got out. An individual met him at the door, informing him that he would guide him to where he needed to be.
Leon nodded and followed dutifully, while looking at the various décor and people that moved about. It didn’t take overly long to see another man waiting to come into view. His guide, after seeing him, excused himself and went about his way. Leon came towards the fellow, nodding in greeting before he came to stop before him, holding out his hand. “Leon Corlinson, reporting in.”