He had been staring at the crumpled scrap of paper for what seemed an eternity... so simple... yet laced with complexity...
"Euph..." King called out down the corridor "... is that trace complete yet?"
"Not yet sweetie... should be done in a second..."
King continued to stare at the duotonic flyer... a harbinger of things to come... darkness meets the light...
His concentration was broken as Daakus entered the room, chattering away to himself about the marvels of RSI print screening... King was not impressed... more intruiged by what this trace program would uncover about who penned this message to the masses...
"Uhm... King...." Euphraxia mumbled
He turned his head towards head, impatience boiling up inside him...
"Who's Sykin?" she asked, innocently...
King took a moment to absorb the name... it was hardly a suprise... a stubborn smile adorning his face, he tugged firmly on the cuff of his glove... ignoring her question, the room became his and his alone as
he spoke to himself...
"Time to build the army... we're gonna have a hell of a fight on our hands..."
