12-15-2014, 08:41 PM
Michael had no time for anything other than the draped blacks of warmth along with freshly starched military uniform. Today his mind was singular, ignoring any distraction as he passed through the Kremlin.
The directions had been simple. The Facility sat metres below the Kremlin in an old Soviet bunker. It sounded like a clichéd madman's lab, but it was an appropriate place considering its patients.
Within the hour, he had arrived at the entrance, such as it was for a jumped up Soviet bunker. Two men waited outside, one stepping forward to meet him. Michael produced his I.D before any unnecessary distractions arose. After a brief perusal, the guard gave a brief salute of acknowledgement. "The Ascendancy be here shortly."
After his meeting with Dr. Weston, the iron curtain fell once more across his face. She was one of the few that had earned such trust. The same could not be said of the Ascendancy, and he would not show any weakness here of all places.
His head swung to the other man and it came as a surprise to see a recognizable face. He gave a short nod to the man. "Sigma Marcus,"
before turning to the same glass interface the man had been studying.
It seemed as if his assumption about the man was correct. What Nikolai sought to achieve bringing him here after his reckless game, he had no idea, but that was not his problem. Not yet, at least. If Nikolai wanted to play with fire, it was his own affair.
The directions had been simple. The Facility sat metres below the Kremlin in an old Soviet bunker. It sounded like a clichéd madman's lab, but it was an appropriate place considering its patients.
Within the hour, he had arrived at the entrance, such as it was for a jumped up Soviet bunker. Two men waited outside, one stepping forward to meet him. Michael produced his I.D before any unnecessary distractions arose. After a brief perusal, the guard gave a brief salute of acknowledgement. "The Ascendancy be here shortly."
After his meeting with Dr. Weston, the iron curtain fell once more across his face. She was one of the few that had earned such trust. The same could not be said of the Ascendancy, and he would not show any weakness here of all places.
His head swung to the other man and it came as a surprise to see a recognizable face. He gave a short nod to the man. "Sigma Marcus,"
before turning to the same glass interface the man had been studying.
It seemed as if his assumption about the man was correct. What Nikolai sought to achieve bringing him here after his reckless game, he had no idea, but that was not his problem. Not yet, at least. If Nikolai wanted to play with fire, it was his own affair.
"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."