Posted: 2008-08-14 05:27pm
Hawthorne stead
The City on The Hill
Gilead
The Affiliation of Baronies
Another man, another place and another diagram. The Man a Janissary, the place the bowels of the palace and the diagram a more primitive version of the same that Nathan looks upon. The thrum of aged machinery of unguessable purpose reverberates through the hard walled tunnels as agent twelve threads his way through the sensor net and moves closer to the area directly beneath the main hall....when faintly those walls of concrete and metal start to bring a new sound to his ears.
Footsteps
Many of them.
Had he triggered the sensor web? Or have the opposition discovered something from the other agents who were...mustn't think it. Either way agent twelve slips into the shadows of machinery, all he has to do is wait for the search to pass and he can smuggle the map out. Trying not to think of what would happen if he's, mustn't think it. Agent twelve takes a deep breathe and goes still, his own conditioning quite known to him, the Medusa like its namesake something that cannot be directly thought of lest it destroy him. And so he waits and tries to go unnoticed as a thicker patch of shadow, one hand resting on his sidearm lest the time comes to go down with a fight.
The City on The Hill
Gilead
The Affiliation of Baronies
Another man, another place and another diagram. The Man a Janissary, the place the bowels of the palace and the diagram a more primitive version of the same that Nathan looks upon. The thrum of aged machinery of unguessable purpose reverberates through the hard walled tunnels as agent twelve threads his way through the sensor net and moves closer to the area directly beneath the main hall....when faintly those walls of concrete and metal start to bring a new sound to his ears.
Footsteps
Many of them.
Had he triggered the sensor web? Or have the opposition discovered something from the other agents who were...mustn't think it. Either way agent twelve slips into the shadows of machinery, all he has to do is wait for the search to pass and he can smuggle the map out. Trying not to think of what would happen if he's, mustn't think it. Agent twelve takes a deep breathe and goes still, his own conditioning quite known to him, the Medusa like its namesake something that cannot be directly thought of lest it destroy him. And so he waits and tries to go unnoticed as a thicker patch of shadow, one hand resting on his sidearm lest the time comes to go down with a fight.