RE: Incident [TEXT]
04-15-2013, 09:42 PM
“I'll hang onto it. Let's just say you owe me an answer,” you reply as you stub out your cigarette on the desk. If the madman and his pet want to leave you're not going to argue.
“Duly noted. Until we meet again, then.”
The monster is gone first, vanishing from the doorway in a blink and as silently as if you'd imagined it. Number 6 starts to leave also, but pauses at the threshold of the room and turns back towards you.
“If you have ever wondered what your parents think of you – your biological parents, that is – I would advise going out through the front entrance. Just a thought.”
And you swear that beneath that mask of his, Number 6 smiles.
You say nothing. Waiting for a few seconds after his footsteps fade, you stand and start collecting your belongings.
The packet of smokes on the desk, as well as your gun – bullets missing, but it goes in your shoulder holster anyway – with a moment of consideration for the machete, but only a moment. The Old Bank can keep it. The day you start walking around the city with sixteen inches of naked steel is the day you give up all pretence of being an ordinary law-abiding citizen. And not today. Not tonight. Not until you've had a decent night's sleep at least.
Your find your coat and hat thrown on the floor behind on the desk, and your wallet intact and in the pocket where you left it. Small mercies.
Taking a moment to get properly attired, you step out in the darkness of the hallway.
To your left there is light, but it's quite far away and the source seems to be beyond a bend in the corridor. A little to your right is an elevator, but at a glance it doesn't seem to be functional. The rest of the hallway to your right leads into darkness. Nothing your eyes can't adjust to. There are doors set in the wall, here and there, but from the dusty nameplates on them you assume these are all offices.
Where do you go? And, in a similar line of thought, are you going to pay any attention to that line of cryptic nonsense Number 6 left you with?
“Duly noted. Until we meet again, then.”
The monster is gone first, vanishing from the doorway in a blink and as silently as if you'd imagined it. Number 6 starts to leave also, but pauses at the threshold of the room and turns back towards you.
“If you have ever wondered what your parents think of you – your biological parents, that is – I would advise going out through the front entrance. Just a thought.”
And you swear that beneath that mask of his, Number 6 smiles.
You say nothing. Waiting for a few seconds after his footsteps fade, you stand and start collecting your belongings.
The packet of smokes on the desk, as well as your gun – bullets missing, but it goes in your shoulder holster anyway – with a moment of consideration for the machete, but only a moment. The Old Bank can keep it. The day you start walking around the city with sixteen inches of naked steel is the day you give up all pretence of being an ordinary law-abiding citizen. And not today. Not tonight. Not until you've had a decent night's sleep at least.
Your find your coat and hat thrown on the floor behind on the desk, and your wallet intact and in the pocket where you left it. Small mercies.
Taking a moment to get properly attired, you step out in the darkness of the hallway.
To your left there is light, but it's quite far away and the source seems to be beyond a bend in the corridor. A little to your right is an elevator, but at a glance it doesn't seem to be functional. The rest of the hallway to your right leads into darkness. Nothing your eyes can't adjust to. There are doors set in the wall, here and there, but from the dusty nameplates on them you assume these are all offices.
Where do you go? And, in a similar line of thought, are you going to pay any attention to that line of cryptic nonsense Number 6 left you with?