Cherry Rose
Arts & OCs, oh my!
The usual hum of the train would normally drown out most of the soft conversations of the passengers, reducing it to white noise for those who were distracted. But rather than calming him with the slight sway of the vehicle as it rushed across the city, almost meditative in his still stance against the frame of the door, the sounds were like nails in his head. The headaches were getting worse, more intense and more frequent.
Someone’s voice cut through the usual hum and earned a momentary dark look, ignored because there was no follow through, no threat… that the woman was aware of, at least, laughing on the phone louder than the rest. Now wasn’t the time to draw attention to himself, so he simply let his eyes close again, listening only for the dings that accompanied the shifts in speed as they approached and left the various stations. They had already passed most of the major junctions, heading towards the coast and away from the thriving heart of the city.
Finally, the name he was waiting for was called, and again he opened his eyes as the train slowed. This time he joined the throng of people stepping out, narrowly avoiding those eager to crowd on after them. Everyone was too busy getting where they were going to pay him any mind. He went with the flow of the foot traffic, simple black coat buttoned from waist to chin. Finally, his long stride broke free from the people as he headed off to his goal, a tall silver building that was primarily full of offices, leased out to a dozen different companies and private citizens.
As his dark eyes scanned the building as he approached, rising to seek out the top edge against the sky, he reached into a pocket on his chest, flipping the ears of the sunglasses open with a flick of his wrist. No one heard them beep affirmatively as he put them on, immediately distorting any signal that reached his face. This kept his identity secret as he finally walked past the grand water works in front of the building and stepped inside.
Only a curious glance from the security guard noticed his even, confident step towards the elevators, shrugging off the blonde individual’s presence as there were many others casually entering and exiting the main lobby. Tapping on the call button, the assassin waited, keeping his head tilted away from the cameras even with his signal blocker. Another deep breath, another curt sigh.
Why wouldn’t these damn headaches go away?
Someone’s voice cut through the usual hum and earned a momentary dark look, ignored because there was no follow through, no threat… that the woman was aware of, at least, laughing on the phone louder than the rest. Now wasn’t the time to draw attention to himself, so he simply let his eyes close again, listening only for the dings that accompanied the shifts in speed as they approached and left the various stations. They had already passed most of the major junctions, heading towards the coast and away from the thriving heart of the city.
Finally, the name he was waiting for was called, and again he opened his eyes as the train slowed. This time he joined the throng of people stepping out, narrowly avoiding those eager to crowd on after them. Everyone was too busy getting where they were going to pay him any mind. He went with the flow of the foot traffic, simple black coat buttoned from waist to chin. Finally, his long stride broke free from the people as he headed off to his goal, a tall silver building that was primarily full of offices, leased out to a dozen different companies and private citizens.
As his dark eyes scanned the building as he approached, rising to seek out the top edge against the sky, he reached into a pocket on his chest, flipping the ears of the sunglasses open with a flick of his wrist. No one heard them beep affirmatively as he put them on, immediately distorting any signal that reached his face. This kept his identity secret as he finally walked past the grand water works in front of the building and stepped inside.
Only a curious glance from the security guard noticed his even, confident step towards the elevators, shrugging off the blonde individual’s presence as there were many others casually entering and exiting the main lobby. Tapping on the call button, the assassin waited, keeping his head tilted away from the cameras even with his signal blocker. Another deep breath, another curt sigh.
Why wouldn’t these damn headaches go away?