A man sits alone in a wooden chair sitting in the center a bedroom. In his hands he clutches a black case, his head hanging down. The room felt of sorrow and worry.
A knock was heard at the door and a man in red military uniform stepped in. He could instantly feel the air and hesitated for a moment then proceeded with his message.
Sir, the men have searched the area and we have found nothing. Is this much security really needed Sir? I mean how can one man...
SILENCE
The man in uniform was cut off by such a harsh interuption. The man in the chair gripped the case even tighter as viens started to become visable.
You know nothing of these people... you should not doubt them and their abilities. We can only hope Giana can get here in time.
The man in the chair lifted his head and shot a determined look with his dark hazel eyes.
Until then return to your post and tell your men to stay focused.
The man stood up straight and saluted with a quick "Sir!" he then exited the room and shut the door.
The man in the chair sighed and relaxed a bit. His hands where worn and scared. His whole appearence seemed to give off a commanding tone at first glance. His hair was cut short and his skin was bronze with ivory scars, but his eyes gave off a different emotion.
Fear
A man who's seen to much and knows what is coming.
Please.... hurry
The man got up and walked over to the fire place. He rested near it, leaning his arm againts the wall to keep himself up. His hand still tightly grasping the black case.
 Riesykru · Mon Feb 11, 2008 @ 10:16pm · 0 Comments |
