05-10-2016, 04:37 PM
The man spoke frankly. Marcus liked that about him. Of course that did not mean that the man was not also calculating. Case in point, the use of the business card when electronic ones were much more prevalent. More to the point, the man watched his face as he reached for his card. There was a deliberateness to the movement. He almost smiled at the gesture. The man liked to put people off center- to see their reaction. Yes, he was calculating.
Marcus took the heavy card and read it. John White. Pervaya Iiniya Security. Security. Of course. The conclusion was obvious, the way the man worked. He smiled inwardly. There was that power imbalance again, the universal producer of force and movement, only here at play in humans just as it was in weather. The thought was momentary, though, and he focused on the man.
There was something familiar about him. Marcus seized the Force so that he could see more clearly, the lamp lit darkness suddenly becoming lighter and the man's features much sharper. Definitely familiar. He cast back his mind, trying to recall where he had seen him before. The image of the man came to him, hair a matted mess, sweat and blood on his forehead locked in combat with a 'man'- one of the "monsters out of nightmares" Cavelli mentioned.
Malik, feeling a tinge of jealousy, smiled knowingly. "Mr. White. Of course. I have to congratulate you on your fight at the Almaz. It was an excellent performance. "
He allowed himself to show his feeling a bit more. "A part of me wanted to do the same thing. But unfortunately..."
he shrugged and indicated where he was, "I don't imagine the Ascendancy would appreciate a new appointee being involved in a public brawl like that."
More importantly, though, such public incidents- even at a place as discreet as the Almaz- could hamper his political aspirations.
Still, the emotion remained, stoked by the desire. The hunger stirred in his heart. Order. Soon, he thought to himself. Stillness came to him.
He thought again about Marveet and this Mr. White and a question occurred to him. "Did Marveet engage your services?"
That would explain the dislike. A security consultant was close his client and often saw much that could be useful.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, May 10 2016, 07:02 PM.
Marcus took the heavy card and read it. John White. Pervaya Iiniya Security. Security. Of course. The conclusion was obvious, the way the man worked. He smiled inwardly. There was that power imbalance again, the universal producer of force and movement, only here at play in humans just as it was in weather. The thought was momentary, though, and he focused on the man.
There was something familiar about him. Marcus seized the Force so that he could see more clearly, the lamp lit darkness suddenly becoming lighter and the man's features much sharper. Definitely familiar. He cast back his mind, trying to recall where he had seen him before. The image of the man came to him, hair a matted mess, sweat and blood on his forehead locked in combat with a 'man'- one of the "monsters out of nightmares" Cavelli mentioned.
Malik, feeling a tinge of jealousy, smiled knowingly. "Mr. White. Of course. I have to congratulate you on your fight at the Almaz. It was an excellent performance. "
He allowed himself to show his feeling a bit more. "A part of me wanted to do the same thing. But unfortunately..."
he shrugged and indicated where he was, "I don't imagine the Ascendancy would appreciate a new appointee being involved in a public brawl like that."
More importantly, though, such public incidents- even at a place as discreet as the Almaz- could hamper his political aspirations.
Still, the emotion remained, stoked by the desire. The hunger stirred in his heart. Order. Soon, he thought to himself. Stillness came to him.
He thought again about Marveet and this Mr. White and a question occurred to him. "Did Marveet engage your services?"
That would explain the dislike. A security consultant was close his client and often saw much that could be useful.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, May 10 2016, 07:02 PM.