09-14-2016, 10:27 PM
The Fake White straightened the cuff of his jacket at the wrist and approached the pair at the door, flashing Oriena a look unamused by her joke. Jaxen considered edging Oriena back away from the guard so he wouldn't be able to press near her as he passed within, but he quickly concluded such protectiveness was not White's style. He recalled the way White interacted with the women at their table in Manifesto. They would have been the lucky ones to be allowed to pawn all over White. White never grew jealous where his women were concerned. This guard was a pussy wimp Atharim who probably couldn't get in to police academy let alone an actual military level operation. He was no threat to Fake White. Let him gawk all over Oriena - Fake White was amused by the attempt.
Fake White was also fake-shocked by the question. "What? You mean one of you has balls bigger than a Pomeranian and finally decided to come question the weird shit I'm doing?"
Fake White kept his tone steady. He was speaking to a pre-pubescent girl after all. No point in traumatizing her forever. Not yet anyway. He had better things to do with his time than making Atharim guards cry for their mommies.
"I'm testing you, and so far, you all fail. When the first breech happens and someone strolls in here and lays waste to the building, It'll be deserved. I've given you tools and training. And you all still manage to fuck it up."
A flick of the wrist and he waved the little man away. "Move. Move. You don't want me moving you for you."
His gaze settled on the Atharim's throat. A good throat punch always got people out of the way, fast.
He beckoned Oriena to follow.
"Tell your people if he wants me back, he can call and arrange it. But my fee has gone up. Just for the cost of dealing with you imbeciles."
So close. Jaxen meant to poke around a few offices and slide through the armory. But for now, he saw the cue to to break out. Unless the opportunity presented itself, he was done. They just needed to make it to the elevator, and they would be as good as gone.
Fake White was also fake-shocked by the question. "What? You mean one of you has balls bigger than a Pomeranian and finally decided to come question the weird shit I'm doing?"
Fake White kept his tone steady. He was speaking to a pre-pubescent girl after all. No point in traumatizing her forever. Not yet anyway. He had better things to do with his time than making Atharim guards cry for their mommies.
"I'm testing you, and so far, you all fail. When the first breech happens and someone strolls in here and lays waste to the building, It'll be deserved. I've given you tools and training. And you all still manage to fuck it up."
A flick of the wrist and he waved the little man away. "Move. Move. You don't want me moving you for you."
His gaze settled on the Atharim's throat. A good throat punch always got people out of the way, fast.
He beckoned Oriena to follow.
"Tell your people if he wants me back, he can call and arrange it. But my fee has gone up. Just for the cost of dealing with you imbeciles."
So close. Jaxen meant to poke around a few offices and slide through the armory. But for now, he saw the cue to to break out. Unless the opportunity presented itself, he was done. They just needed to make it to the elevator, and they would be as good as gone.