08-18-2017, 05:35 PM
Nox's phone vibrated and he checked it out. His look- more importantly, his words- seemed to give Nox a heart attack. Ivan might have laughed another time, but this seemed serious.
[color=lightblue'"Wha-,"[/color] he began before Nox turned the wallet around and showed him the two Atharim. One of them was Asian and slight, the other maybe Pakistani. The pics were the none-descript ones you took when getting an id. The thing that immediately stood out was how very ordinary they looked. Which made sense. Not like Atharim could walk around so that they stood out from other people.
Or maybe not. Nox swiped and the pics were replaced by two more. This time it was another Asian man, but even in the ID, he seemed like he would stand out, eyes challenging, mouth grim. The woman too. Not so much hot as....he didn't know the word. Formidable.
Or maybe his mind was imagining things based on Nox's words. Because if he was to be believed, these two were something else. He wasn't stupid. An organization like the Atharim didn't last for thousands of years and have the power it did if it was made up of fools or was soft. And if these were elites...well, Ivan didn't shudder. That wasn't his thing.
But this was serious. These people were serious.
At Nox's comment he paused. "I was there that night. And later saw the Ascendancy after he sustained his injuries. And after.
He didn't say more. The Pastor's secrets were now national secrets. But he'd known it was not a nuclear device, despite the announcement. And he'd wanted to know but figured it was above his paygrade, "Are you saying that was the them?"
, meaning the group, not these people on the screen in particular.
You had to know what you were getting into. "How? I know it wasn't a nuke. What kinds of weapons do they have?"
They'd need to be prepared. Because he sure didn't intend on dying, not for a long while. Nor on looking as tore up as the Sigma- well, he had been the Sigma- had.
And they had a job to do.
[color=lightblue'"Wha-,"[/color] he began before Nox turned the wallet around and showed him the two Atharim. One of them was Asian and slight, the other maybe Pakistani. The pics were the none-descript ones you took when getting an id. The thing that immediately stood out was how very ordinary they looked. Which made sense. Not like Atharim could walk around so that they stood out from other people.
Or maybe not. Nox swiped and the pics were replaced by two more. This time it was another Asian man, but even in the ID, he seemed like he would stand out, eyes challenging, mouth grim. The woman too. Not so much hot as....he didn't know the word. Formidable.
Or maybe his mind was imagining things based on Nox's words. Because if he was to be believed, these two were something else. He wasn't stupid. An organization like the Atharim didn't last for thousands of years and have the power it did if it was made up of fools or was soft. And if these were elites...well, Ivan didn't shudder. That wasn't his thing.
But this was serious. These people were serious.
At Nox's comment he paused. "I was there that night. And later saw the Ascendancy after he sustained his injuries. And after.
He didn't say more. The Pastor's secrets were now national secrets. But he'd known it was not a nuclear device, despite the announcement. And he'd wanted to know but figured it was above his paygrade, "Are you saying that was the them?"
, meaning the group, not these people on the screen in particular.
You had to know what you were getting into. "How? I know it wasn't a nuke. What kinds of weapons do they have?"
They'd need to be prepared. Because he sure didn't intend on dying, not for a long while. Nor on looking as tore up as the Sigma- well, he had been the Sigma- had.
And they had a job to do.