09-08-2014, 11:41 PM
The cafe he had selected for the meeting was chosen for it's complete normality. It was neither the best, nor the worst. The busiest or the loneliest. In short, it was a place that had no value or connection to anything. There were others closer, better for escaping an ambush but if anyone were to try anything, unless they had seen the holo-stick he had sent to Connor, there was no reason to suspect the meeting place.
Michael watched from across the street as Connor arrived. His attention drifted from the man and fixed on the red-headed woman accompanying him. So, he had at least told the truth about that. Of course, any good ambush would at least appear to be genuine. His search via Wardings revealed no abnormal patterns of movement following the two, and he was inclined to trust this Connor. He was far too earnest to be an agent for the Atharim, and the grief at his son's loss rang true.
After scanning the area around the cafe one last time, Michael stuffed his hands into the pockets of the black coat he had been given at the Kremlin. Even with thick gloves the cold winter chilled his hands, made all the more noticeable with the power flowing through his body. Undeaneath the layers of clothing rested the vest he had ordered from the barracks which had arrived two days before.
Michael was glad for the wave of heat that washed over him upon entering the establishment. The proprietor was greeted with a nod. The pair were easy to spot, particularly with the the woman's flaming hair, that he made his way towards them with ease.
The two sat close together, positioned ideally for monitoring the cafe and its entrance. Both seemed tense, something he could pick up upon with his heightened senses. As well they should be. Jacques Danjou had made the most of his footage from Jeddah and despite the Custody's efforts at repression it was far too hard to eliminate. He had not been approached as of yet, but he had felt the weight of suspicious eyes, frightened, wary, on more than one occasion since his return and the incidents had been increasing now the Custody had officially commented on it.
He bore no grudge against Jacques for the footage. He was a gifted commander, and Michael understood his reasoning. He may well have done the same were their positions switched.
Whatever thoughts he had on the man and woman in front of him, they were masked by icy calm. He pushed such thoughts away entirely, seating himself opposite the pair. He would reserve his judgement for now.
"We meet again."
he didn't spare any time for pleasantries, but his tone was not abrasive. "What is it you want of me?"
Edited by Michael Vellas, Sep 8 2014, 11:45 PM.
Michael watched from across the street as Connor arrived. His attention drifted from the man and fixed on the red-headed woman accompanying him. So, he had at least told the truth about that. Of course, any good ambush would at least appear to be genuine. His search via Wardings revealed no abnormal patterns of movement following the two, and he was inclined to trust this Connor. He was far too earnest to be an agent for the Atharim, and the grief at his son's loss rang true.
After scanning the area around the cafe one last time, Michael stuffed his hands into the pockets of the black coat he had been given at the Kremlin. Even with thick gloves the cold winter chilled his hands, made all the more noticeable with the power flowing through his body. Undeaneath the layers of clothing rested the vest he had ordered from the barracks which had arrived two days before.
Michael was glad for the wave of heat that washed over him upon entering the establishment. The proprietor was greeted with a nod. The pair were easy to spot, particularly with the the woman's flaming hair, that he made his way towards them with ease.
The two sat close together, positioned ideally for monitoring the cafe and its entrance. Both seemed tense, something he could pick up upon with his heightened senses. As well they should be. Jacques Danjou had made the most of his footage from Jeddah and despite the Custody's efforts at repression it was far too hard to eliminate. He had not been approached as of yet, but he had felt the weight of suspicious eyes, frightened, wary, on more than one occasion since his return and the incidents had been increasing now the Custody had officially commented on it.
He bore no grudge against Jacques for the footage. He was a gifted commander, and Michael understood his reasoning. He may well have done the same were their positions switched.
Whatever thoughts he had on the man and woman in front of him, they were masked by icy calm. He pushed such thoughts away entirely, seating himself opposite the pair. He would reserve his judgement for now.
"We meet again."
he didn't spare any time for pleasantries, but his tone was not abrasive. "What is it you want of me?"
Edited by Michael Vellas, Sep 8 2014, 11:45 PM.
"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."