08-11-2006, 10:06 PM
The room idled in darkness. He could shape out a bulking desk close to the windows, the high backed chair gleaning dawn light from outside. Book cases lined another wall, their shelves filled with portfolio clutter and pushing for space, and at the bottom sat a marble safe. His eyes scanned the desk face again. A small PET port was slotted in one corner next to an inbox-outbox container. Locking the door behind him, the man strode across the room and sat down, unlocking his PET from his neck.
"You have your instructions Auspex." He said, pulling the boot cable out. "Jack in, Auspex." And he plugged it into the PET port.
'I'm in.' Clicked the PET, 'Checking security levels'.
"If it's not worth the time, don't bother."
'Just taking precautions Allistair'.
Allistair Lorne leaned back and caught a glimpse of his reflection against the window panes. A lean face with wiry muscles coursing through his underjaw, a small forehead hidden under a crop of moss-brown hair, lips formed into a natural snarl. Looking into his pallard gray eyes he sighed, noting the rough sandbags underneath them.
'Seven level two's,' Auspex reported, 'The rest is all quiet.'
Allistair opened his belt satchel and pulled out two Battle Chips. "Make this quick work. Firing Doctrine and Armored Rats Doctrine Battlechips, slot in."
The officer leaned back in his chair and watched the sun rise higher into the sky...
"You have your instructions Auspex." He said, pulling the boot cable out. "Jack in, Auspex." And he plugged it into the PET port.
'I'm in.' Clicked the PET, 'Checking security levels'.
"If it's not worth the time, don't bother."
'Just taking precautions Allistair'.
Allistair Lorne leaned back and caught a glimpse of his reflection against the window panes. A lean face with wiry muscles coursing through his underjaw, a small forehead hidden under a crop of moss-brown hair, lips formed into a natural snarl. Looking into his pallard gray eyes he sighed, noting the rough sandbags underneath them.
'Seven level two's,' Auspex reported, 'The rest is all quiet.'
Allistair opened his belt satchel and pulled out two Battle Chips. "Make this quick work. Firing Doctrine and Armored Rats Doctrine Battlechips, slot in."
The officer leaned back in his chair and watched the sun rise higher into the sky...