Void snapped his cellphone closed and put it back into his pocket. He was continuing to wish that he had not given the number to as many people as now had it... Come to think of it, he hadn't given the number to as many people as now had it.
Plt had called to tell him she might be a sister. He had said he didn't care. She then informed him that she had located her bluepill parents - at least until they had sold their house and moved away. Again, Void had said that he didn't care... That time, however, he had been lying.
Void did care, but definitely not in the way that Plt did. So she had some bluepill parents living in Mannesdale... He still hadn't quite gotten over how she had used him recently, even though he understood it had been largely beyond her control... Still, what was it Anubis had told him?
"Sometimes, it takes an uncaring soul..."
Void decided that Plt cared far too much about far too little... And he also felt like it was starting to affect other operatives, especially himself and his work. In the very core of his being, Void cared for only two things, and those two things happened to be himself, and his work.
Opening up a new browser window on his laptop, he navigated to the page of the Cobra Lounge that held the information Plt had talked about, a few quick clicks downloaded the phone number into his cellphone, which he had connected for that purpose, and now quickly disconnected as that purpose was fulfilled. The phone was slipped, efficiently, back into his pocket.
Sliding out from behind that desk, he picked up his coat from the rack on the way out the door, the smooth black leather sliding over his body to cover his various weapons. He nodded silently to the Exiles who always seemed to be standing there at all hours of the day, not telling them, as usual, where he was headed. He stepped into the elevator, being greeted by the faint strain of some depressingly bland music... His ears were gladdened substantially when the elevator doors opened into the cavernous silence of the building's subterranean garage.
Slipping a keyring from his pocket, his fingers worked absentmindedly until they found an object shaped in the manner of a particular key - in this case, for a car. Void generally took his motorcycle, or moved by hardline, as most did... But this time, he simply felt like a proper drive... Slipping into the black vehicle, he closed the door, soundproofing the space. He hit a button, autodialing the number he had placed into the phone earlier, as his right hand turned that key in the car's ignition, starting the vehicle.
"Yes, can I speak to David or Krista Dost, please? It's about the house..."
Sometimes, it took an uncaring soul, Anubis had said... Void was indeed capable of caring...
... But just a little.
- Void
Plt had called to tell him she might be a sister. He had said he didn't care. She then informed him that she had located her bluepill parents - at least until they had sold their house and moved away. Again, Void had said that he didn't care... That time, however, he had been lying.
Void did care, but definitely not in the way that Plt did. So she had some bluepill parents living in Mannesdale... He still hadn't quite gotten over how she had used him recently, even though he understood it had been largely beyond her control... Still, what was it Anubis had told him?
"Sometimes, it takes an uncaring soul..."
Void decided that Plt cared far too much about far too little... And he also felt like it was starting to affect other operatives, especially himself and his work. In the very core of his being, Void cared for only two things, and those two things happened to be himself, and his work.
Opening up a new browser window on his laptop, he navigated to the page of the Cobra Lounge that held the information Plt had talked about, a few quick clicks downloaded the phone number into his cellphone, which he had connected for that purpose, and now quickly disconnected as that purpose was fulfilled. The phone was slipped, efficiently, back into his pocket.
Sliding out from behind that desk, he picked up his coat from the rack on the way out the door, the smooth black leather sliding over his body to cover his various weapons. He nodded silently to the Exiles who always seemed to be standing there at all hours of the day, not telling them, as usual, where he was headed. He stepped into the elevator, being greeted by the faint strain of some depressingly bland music... His ears were gladdened substantially when the elevator doors opened into the cavernous silence of the building's subterranean garage.
Slipping a keyring from his pocket, his fingers worked absentmindedly until they found an object shaped in the manner of a particular key - in this case, for a car. Void generally took his motorcycle, or moved by hardline, as most did... But this time, he simply felt like a proper drive... Slipping into the black vehicle, he closed the door, soundproofing the space. He hit a button, autodialing the number he had placed into the phone earlier, as his right hand turned that key in the car's ignition, starting the vehicle.
"Yes, can I speak to David or Krista Dost, please? It's about the house..."
Sometimes, it took an uncaring soul, Anubis had said... Void was indeed capable of caring...
... But just a little.
- Void
Message Edited by EndlessVoid on 11-08-2005 12:24 AM
Recursion: n - See Recursion.
