03-05-2014, 08:36 AM
Dr. Weston did not seem at all pleased. With what, he could only guess. Probably the entire venture; but she did not hesitate and merely asked what he needed.
"Liquid,"
he replied to the first. "At least 5 litres."
As to the other, he had already taken care of that. He pointed to the bed - made and neat as if nobody had been in it hours before.
Folded and ready to be worn was another outfit similar to Michael's own in a slightly darker shade with the addition of the traditional Arab headdress of white cloth.
"You don't have a problem as dressing as a man?"
he asked as an afterthought. If she was going to help him hunt down that thing he would think that a disguise would be the least of her problems.
"I will make my own preparations,"
he continued, moving to leave. "I will return in twenty minutes and we can end this."
"Liquid,"
he replied to the first. "At least 5 litres."
As to the other, he had already taken care of that. He pointed to the bed - made and neat as if nobody had been in it hours before.
Folded and ready to be worn was another outfit similar to Michael's own in a slightly darker shade with the addition of the traditional Arab headdress of white cloth.
"You don't have a problem as dressing as a man?"
he asked as an afterthought. If she was going to help him hunt down that thing he would think that a disguise would be the least of her problems.
"I will make my own preparations,"
he continued, moving to leave. "I will return in twenty minutes and we can end this."
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."