09-09-2013, 02:34 AM
You can tell a lot about a man from the amount of lackeys he keeps in tow. At six, Takeo Onoda thought he was a very important man. A bodyguard, he could understand. Always good to be prepared when your job description is essentially "do whatever you want, never face consequences." Then there were the pages, and the assistant, and the staff manager.A bit much?
Now Saito, on the other hand. That was something special. The Japanese-American historian seemed less like a servant and more like Takeo's grandfather. A very curmudgeonly grandfather. A very curmudgeonly grandfather who is not my biggest fan.
Still, Nicholas thought he might enjoy a conversation with the man. If anything, it would be amusing.
The exchange of pleasantries went about as well as expected. Which is to say, a little tense, not at all jovial and everyone was clearly glad when it was done with. Takeo began moving the group towards the elevator. "Shall we?"
It was clear he wanted to get on with it.
Agents Reed and Abrams--haven't even given me their first names
--were unfortunate enough to be dragged along. Reed was caught returning to the room, and Abrams was simply not allowed to continue working on his holoframe. So the ten of them were left standing awkwardly in the hallway waiting to leave.
Nicholas turned away from studying Saito, and waved Reed and Abrams along. "It's what I'm here for. Lead the way."
There was no point delaying. At least he'd finally get to see what it was like touring North Korea thirty years ago.
Edited by Nick Trano, Sep 9 2013, 02:36 AM.
Now Saito, on the other hand. That was something special. The Japanese-American historian seemed less like a servant and more like Takeo's grandfather. A very curmudgeonly grandfather. A very curmudgeonly grandfather who is not my biggest fan.
Still, Nicholas thought he might enjoy a conversation with the man. If anything, it would be amusing.
The exchange of pleasantries went about as well as expected. Which is to say, a little tense, not at all jovial and everyone was clearly glad when it was done with. Takeo began moving the group towards the elevator. "Shall we?"
It was clear he wanted to get on with it.
Agents Reed and Abrams--haven't even given me their first names
--were unfortunate enough to be dragged along. Reed was caught returning to the room, and Abrams was simply not allowed to continue working on his holoframe. So the ten of them were left standing awkwardly in the hallway waiting to leave.
Nicholas turned away from studying Saito, and waved Reed and Abrams along. "It's what I'm here for. Lead the way."
There was no point delaying. At least he'd finally get to see what it was like touring North Korea thirty years ago.
Edited by Nick Trano, Sep 9 2013, 02:36 AM.