03-04-2014, 08:05 AM
When Dr. Weston arrived, she scrutinized him with the eye of a hawk.
"How are you feeling today?"
She asked, closing the door behind her. "I take it you have a plan in mind?"
"Well enough,"
he replied to the first question. The second took him a moment longer to consider. It wasn't exactly something she would jump at the chance to do. Nonetheless, it was necessary so he decided on the forward approach. "Yes, you are going to help me kill that thing."
He paused a moment for the words to sink in before resuming before she could object. "I can't do it myself. At least, not without great difficulty and I would rather not take any chances."
His gaze was steel provoking no thoughts of doubt or danger, although he was far from certain and more than anxious. The emotions slid from a bubble of calm like water on a window. "It will be extremely dangerous. However, most of the danger will be mine. I am the target - bait, the anvil. You will be the hammer."
It occured to him she might not know what he was talking about, but he could explain on the way.
"Of course, I can't order you to come nor would I. It must be your choice,"
he explained although his tone suggested she had already accepted. He was confident in that at least. Dr. Weston was not one to hide from danger.
"I shall explain further if you accept, but you may want to put something less conspicuous on."
He paused glancing at the woman with a sharp eye. "We will also need nitrogen."
"How are you feeling today?"
She asked, closing the door behind her. "I take it you have a plan in mind?"
"Well enough,"
he replied to the first question. The second took him a moment longer to consider. It wasn't exactly something she would jump at the chance to do. Nonetheless, it was necessary so he decided on the forward approach. "Yes, you are going to help me kill that thing."
He paused a moment for the words to sink in before resuming before she could object. "I can't do it myself. At least, not without great difficulty and I would rather not take any chances."
His gaze was steel provoking no thoughts of doubt or danger, although he was far from certain and more than anxious. The emotions slid from a bubble of calm like water on a window. "It will be extremely dangerous. However, most of the danger will be mine. I am the target - bait, the anvil. You will be the hammer."
It occured to him she might not know what he was talking about, but he could explain on the way.
"Of course, I can't order you to come nor would I. It must be your choice,"
he explained although his tone suggested she had already accepted. He was confident in that at least. Dr. Weston was not one to hide from danger.
"I shall explain further if you accept, but you may want to put something less conspicuous on."
He paused glancing at the woman with a sharp eye. "We will also need nitrogen."
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."