10-10-2016, 01:10 PM
A car that could’ve fit in anywhere within the capital pulled into the rear of the hospital. It’s soft rumblings would be scarcely heard over the background noise of exhaust vents, trash compactors hard at work, and the grinds and whirls of other machinery at the loading docks completing the tasks they were built for. Eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator style sunglasses, he calmly watched the patrolling men and women, their steps measured and unhurried as their paths guided them towards the new car. Their hands either lifting to their mouths to speak or to their ears to press at their ear buds, but not one of them failed to check and clear their coats from their holstered weapons.
Only after he saw the agents take one final look at the vehicle and its occupants and fall back into their pattern did he take off the sunglasses and put them in his coat’s inner pocket. His movements and timing were well practiced as he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to exit the vehicle as an agent came up and opened the door. With a tight nod to the woman, he straightened his coat and buttoned it up after flashing his credentials to her. The suit itself was as average as his car looked: a dark grey color made of average high quality materials, but impeccably tailored to his specific physique and conforming to the latest CCD fashion trends. The fresh scent of his laundered suit, the slightly damp but brushed hair, and very recently trimmed down beard were the only indicators the agent could use to tell that this man, who she knew to have seen elsewhere before, had rushed here.
He clicked the keyfob and with a soft pop, the trunk lid came up to reveal a plain, well worn leather bag which he promptly withdrew and closed it back. He didn’t rush into the building, but his pace wasn’t slow either; it was as if it were just another day at the office. He acknowledged everyone that he passed, whether verbally or with a small gesture, and made eye contact, but his eyes never stayed too long on any one person, assessing them and what they were doing, then he would greet them before moving on to the next person. It wasn’t difficult to find out where the Ascendancy was being held; just look for the suits and follow along.
Alric knew the leader of the CCD very well, enough to know what his needs and wants were without being prompted. Before his mission in DV and the Third, he was the man’s shadow. There was a scant number of times before his departure that there was an image of the world’s most powerful man that Alric’s visage wasn’t plastered somewhere close by. He only needed to retrieve and show his credentials once more to the agents at the elevator before being directed to their employer’s room.
He wasn’t stopped as he entered the room, nor was his bag checked; the praetorians and ZARS agents all knew his name and reputation. After performing his own inspection of the room, he placed his bag on the bed and unzipped it. the room immediately began to fill with the fragrance of lilac and lavender. With a skilled hand, he started to unpack its contents; a suit sewed to the Ascendancy’s specific measurements and taste was promptly hung up and placed in the closet followed by matching shoes that were still filled with cedar shoe trees to maintain their forms. Soon, toiletries and other sundries were placed strategically in the room before he departed and linked up with some of the senior agents to be brought up to speed on recent events that weren’t already being spun in the media.
Only after he saw the agents take one final look at the vehicle and its occupants and fall back into their pattern did he take off the sunglasses and put them in his coat’s inner pocket. His movements and timing were well practiced as he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to exit the vehicle as an agent came up and opened the door. With a tight nod to the woman, he straightened his coat and buttoned it up after flashing his credentials to her. The suit itself was as average as his car looked: a dark grey color made of average high quality materials, but impeccably tailored to his specific physique and conforming to the latest CCD fashion trends. The fresh scent of his laundered suit, the slightly damp but brushed hair, and very recently trimmed down beard were the only indicators the agent could use to tell that this man, who she knew to have seen elsewhere before, had rushed here.
He clicked the keyfob and with a soft pop, the trunk lid came up to reveal a plain, well worn leather bag which he promptly withdrew and closed it back. He didn’t rush into the building, but his pace wasn’t slow either; it was as if it were just another day at the office. He acknowledged everyone that he passed, whether verbally or with a small gesture, and made eye contact, but his eyes never stayed too long on any one person, assessing them and what they were doing, then he would greet them before moving on to the next person. It wasn’t difficult to find out where the Ascendancy was being held; just look for the suits and follow along.
Alric knew the leader of the CCD very well, enough to know what his needs and wants were without being prompted. Before his mission in DV and the Third, he was the man’s shadow. There was a scant number of times before his departure that there was an image of the world’s most powerful man that Alric’s visage wasn’t plastered somewhere close by. He only needed to retrieve and show his credentials once more to the agents at the elevator before being directed to their employer’s room.
He wasn’t stopped as he entered the room, nor was his bag checked; the praetorians and ZARS agents all knew his name and reputation. After performing his own inspection of the room, he placed his bag on the bed and unzipped it. the room immediately began to fill with the fragrance of lilac and lavender. With a skilled hand, he started to unpack its contents; a suit sewed to the Ascendancy’s specific measurements and taste was promptly hung up and placed in the closet followed by matching shoes that were still filled with cedar shoe trees to maintain their forms. Soon, toiletries and other sundries were placed strategically in the room before he departed and linked up with some of the senior agents to be brought up to speed on recent events that weren’t already being spun in the media.