Post by BD on Jan 31, 2009 22:48:50 GMT -5
Kite surveyed the small cafe. He sat at an outdoor table, cup of coffee in hand. Nothing over the past month had made sense to him; and, as long as he was under investigation, he couldn't even open his own office doors. Yet here he say, out in the sun by the marina, watching the waves, reading the latest news and drinking his Latte.
He had remained inactive by choice ever since the incident in Razortooth, which affirmed to him that avoiding work and his peers for awhile might be beneficial; but, at the same time, how could he just sit there and do nothing as the world was falling apart around him.
Most puzzling of all was the S.O.S., Shoot on Sight, order given against Rua. He had been with Rua in the mountains for at least 12 hours before the order was given, and Rua seemed no different, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, at the same time, an S.O.S. which is an order given directly after an incident has occurred, which would be impossible as Kite had been there for 12 hours just then.
He had decided to accept a case that had recently developed regarding illegal drug manufacturing and distribution of hacked stimulants and its recent upswing on the streets of Minervum
He felt a lump in his throat. These were the same streets he walked in the past as a street punk. Before his time in the collesium, before he met Blane, before life meant anything, this was where it all began. While he wasn't eager to take a trip down what was literally memory lane, he didn't have a choice but to face his demons and go after the traders before someone got hurt.
He had ulterior motives to this too, as he was hoping to find some underworld connections with information about any of the recent events, such as the real mole. If he could find out any information, it would all be worth it.
This was the one time he was hoping not to run into anyone that would want to tag along with him.
He had remained inactive by choice ever since the incident in Razortooth, which affirmed to him that avoiding work and his peers for awhile might be beneficial; but, at the same time, how could he just sit there and do nothing as the world was falling apart around him.
Most puzzling of all was the S.O.S., Shoot on Sight, order given against Rua. He had been with Rua in the mountains for at least 12 hours before the order was given, and Rua seemed no different, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, at the same time, an S.O.S. which is an order given directly after an incident has occurred, which would be impossible as Kite had been there for 12 hours just then.
He had decided to accept a case that had recently developed regarding illegal drug manufacturing and distribution of hacked stimulants and its recent upswing on the streets of Minervum
He felt a lump in his throat. These were the same streets he walked in the past as a street punk. Before his time in the collesium, before he met Blane, before life meant anything, this was where it all began. While he wasn't eager to take a trip down what was literally memory lane, he didn't have a choice but to face his demons and go after the traders before someone got hurt.
He had ulterior motives to this too, as he was hoping to find some underworld connections with information about any of the recent events, such as the real mole. If he could find out any information, it would all be worth it.
This was the one time he was hoping not to run into anyone that would want to tag along with him.
