04-05-2014, 08:09 PM
There was a hunger in the way Jaxen's fingers flew across the grid. After the sprint to the workstation, he was a sheer bolt of focus. His body couldn't keep up with his mind. Nor his blinks keep up with the devouring study of every line, passage and code to chart its way across the screen. Within moments he'd retrieved the files that teased him on his phone. He had to assume that after opening the first, Baccarat security would boot him back out. So the one file he opened better be goddamned important.
He stared at the filename for what felt like forever poised above the yawning of eternity stretched out before him. Gods. Known. Marveet_Jaxen. There it was. Just another line among hundreds. Or more.
His eyes narrowed, and he clicked download. The seconds felt like years.
There was a summary at the top. His Custody Identification Number. His passport photo.
He saved a copy just before the system shut him out. He drank in the words that read like a stalker's notebook dictating his life. He didn't know whether to be disturbed or flattered.
Then there were videos. He recognized himself walking through the white-tie affair at the Baccarat Mansion. He knew his own profile. There he was talking to White. The cigar. White nearly stabbing him in the face. The Zippo. He paused it on the frame of himself laughing at White.
This was not about the lift. This was something entirely different.
Known god.
Evasive activity.
Threat: High.
Target: Immediate elimination.
Narrowed eyes flickered toward the door. First, a message for Loksli. Like hell if he were sending this file and give himself away. Jaxen Marveet was only one of hundreds in that folder. Short of him sending her this same download, she could guess any of those names could be him.
'Found a hit list. Baccarat's? Or someone else's? I can only watch one back at a time, and you can be sure it'll be mine. Voxel.' It'd be waiting for her in their virtual meet up.
Meantime. He had a call to make and someone to track down.
A man answered the phone, "Pervaya liniya Security,"
he said with a voice smooth.
"This is Jaxen Marveet."
There was silence on the other end of the line. Good. That meant they knew who he was. Or at least, they knew who his father was. Which was good enough for Jaxen's intentions. "I want a face to face with one of your own. His name is White."
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Apr 5 2014, 09:51 PM.
He stared at the filename for what felt like forever poised above the yawning of eternity stretched out before him. Gods. Known. Marveet_Jaxen. There it was. Just another line among hundreds. Or more.
His eyes narrowed, and he clicked download. The seconds felt like years.
There was a summary at the top. His Custody Identification Number. His passport photo.
He saved a copy just before the system shut him out. He drank in the words that read like a stalker's notebook dictating his life. He didn't know whether to be disturbed or flattered.
Then there were videos. He recognized himself walking through the white-tie affair at the Baccarat Mansion. He knew his own profile. There he was talking to White. The cigar. White nearly stabbing him in the face. The Zippo. He paused it on the frame of himself laughing at White.
This was not about the lift. This was something entirely different.
Known god.
Evasive activity.
Threat: High.
Target: Immediate elimination.
Narrowed eyes flickered toward the door. First, a message for Loksli. Like hell if he were sending this file and give himself away. Jaxen Marveet was only one of hundreds in that folder. Short of him sending her this same download, she could guess any of those names could be him.
'Found a hit list. Baccarat's? Or someone else's? I can only watch one back at a time, and you can be sure it'll be mine. Voxel.' It'd be waiting for her in their virtual meet up.
Meantime. He had a call to make and someone to track down.
A man answered the phone, "Pervaya liniya Security,"
he said with a voice smooth.
"This is Jaxen Marveet."
There was silence on the other end of the line. Good. That meant they knew who he was. Or at least, they knew who his father was. Which was good enough for Jaxen's intentions. "I want a face to face with one of your own. His name is White."
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Apr 5 2014, 09:51 PM.