02-03-2015, 12:56 PM
She retreated behind formality and his smile remained behind cool eyes. Nothing was won without a gamble. It was probably wise, especially for her. She would still share the data with him. He trusted she was as good as her word there. And that was what truly mattered. Information.
He walked out of the offices and made his way to the elevator. He was ready to be topside. This little excursion into the bowels of the earth had been valuable. But there was more to do above. And now he had a second line of attack. A biological connection to the source was all but certain. That suggested....things, an idea. The brick wall had a chink, a small pinhole to the other side.
But tomorrow. He was tired. Very tired. The ride up was cooling, the air pressure noticeably less dense. Ascending, upwards. He smiled at the irony. Indeed. Ascending until he stood on the cold Moscow streets. He walked the way to the metro and returned to his rooms.
That night as he slid into the cool sheets, he did not need meditation to quiet his mind, as he usually did. Instead, he heard the whispered thrum of the heating unit moving the air. The white noise was enough, the chaos that suggested no pattern.
His mind merged with the noise and in moments Marcus was asleep.
He walked out of the offices and made his way to the elevator. He was ready to be topside. This little excursion into the bowels of the earth had been valuable. But there was more to do above. And now he had a second line of attack. A biological connection to the source was all but certain. That suggested....things, an idea. The brick wall had a chink, a small pinhole to the other side.
But tomorrow. He was tired. Very tired. The ride up was cooling, the air pressure noticeably less dense. Ascending, upwards. He smiled at the irony. Indeed. Ascending until he stood on the cold Moscow streets. He walked the way to the metro and returned to his rooms.
That night as he slid into the cool sheets, he did not need meditation to quiet his mind, as he usually did. Instead, he heard the whispered thrum of the heating unit moving the air. The white noise was enough, the chaos that suggested no pattern.
His mind merged with the noise and in moments Marcus was asleep.