07-20-2015, 09:30 AM
Michael's appreciation of the open air lasted little more than a day. The morning after he had returned to his own bed, blessedly above ground, Moscow's biting freeze imposed upon him once again. His indigo coat was twice as thick as the those he used underground and he wore thermal wear under his similarly coloured jeans.
As a result, he found himself in need of a warm place to relax after a morning of travelling through the winding streets of the capital. It was supposed to be a holiday of sorts, but he needed information. Browsing the news centres on the Internet would have been much easier, but for the days ahead it was much more effective to gauge the atmosphere by walking through the mass of humanity himself. To feel the tension or lack thereof that permeated the air.
For now though, warmth was foremost in his mind and he settled on a clean establishment that appeared to be enjoying success. Even though it was up-market, there was a healthy influx of customers. It would serve Michael's purpose well. He didn't particularly want to stand out.
"Do you have any questions?"
He opened the door behind a pair of men being served by a smiling waitress who's cheerful tone seemed at odds with her otherwise shrewd demeanour.
Michael surveyed the scene with a sweeping eye before fully entering. A side-effect of his time underground, it would appear. Sure that there were no Ascendant Power wielding soldiers to command, he made his way towards a table next to another pair of men intent on their own conversation.
As a result, he found himself in need of a warm place to relax after a morning of travelling through the winding streets of the capital. It was supposed to be a holiday of sorts, but he needed information. Browsing the news centres on the Internet would have been much easier, but for the days ahead it was much more effective to gauge the atmosphere by walking through the mass of humanity himself. To feel the tension or lack thereof that permeated the air.
For now though, warmth was foremost in his mind and he settled on a clean establishment that appeared to be enjoying success. Even though it was up-market, there was a healthy influx of customers. It would serve Michael's purpose well. He didn't particularly want to stand out.
"Do you have any questions?"
He opened the door behind a pair of men being served by a smiling waitress who's cheerful tone seemed at odds with her otherwise shrewd demeanour.
Michael surveyed the scene with a sweeping eye before fully entering. A side-effect of his time underground, it would appear. Sure that there were no Ascendant Power wielding soldiers to command, he made his way towards a table next to another pair of men intent on their own conversation.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."