*Pacing the confines of his office, his temper heating as his aggravation with the situation grows. He's restless, annoyed with diplomacy, and irritated by the false niceties of politics in both the breed and human worlds. While they stand around playing "who has the nicest most trustworthy smile" people are being found dead in the streets.
He listens to the silence of his offices, the staff having cleared out after being given the the night off.
He sheds his suit and tie; scoffing at himself as he takes off his Ferragamo shoes. What kind of warrior wears leather Italian designer shoes?
He sheds his suit and tie; scoffing at himself as he takes off his Ferragamo shoes. What kind of warrior wears leather Italian designer shoes?
He quickly changes, pulling on jeans, and a black T-shirt, then shoves his feet into his combat boots. His body relaxes somewhat, and he almost sighs with relief, having removed the refined, expensive costume he wears, and donned the attire that reveals his true identity.
He listens for sounds in the suites once again, before moving through the conference rooms to the terrace, easily stepping over the artistic cement wall with its safety glass to stand sure footed on its outer ledge.
He looks down at the softly lit street, peering into the darkness at its edges, and detecting no life forms, he steps from the ledge, descending two stories, landing on the sidewalk with minimal sound*
Now, I'll see for myself what this night holds.
*Making his way through the streets, he hits the posh upper class neighborhoods with their private security, switching terrain , he looks on in bemusement at the happy suburban constructs, with their built in swimming pools and tree forts assembled by The HomeDepot, then moves on, into the decaying, grubby parts of town, with their drug dens and seedy feeding houses.
He doesn't bother with stealth, letting his boots strike against the asphalt and concrete, he doesn't travel directly under the ambiance of street lights, but he isn't staying in complete darkness either, he wants those who roam the night to speculate, to whisper; he wants them to circulate rumors of what they swear they saw.. thought they saw?...
The GenOne leader stalking the night.
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