10-02-2018, 04:54 AM
Lih’s face dropped.
“Ah, I knew it was too good to be true.” He sighed. “It’s not a promotion.”
“Then again, why can’t it be both? Alex mentioned new toys for practice purposes. Unless that’s a lie too?” smiled Lih as he gave the welcoming detective’s hand a firm, polite shake.
He said it like it was a joke, but he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t about to explain to the detective he couldn’t sleep without Alex’s pills. It was as if his body wasn’t convinced he’d ever wake again if he slept.
Lih allowed himself a small smile at his weakness.
His smile took the bite out of his comments--he didn’t want to sound like a pathetic, whining bitch. Though this office was not glamorous, it was definitely secure. Also, the domovoi offered Lih a lot of things. Resources, organization, top-notch equipment, better position, more money. More particularly, the chance to learn from the best.
Lih had thought about it… and went along with his orders.
He showed his superior officer the transfer request. Sergeant was impressed, and okay’d Lih.
Alex okay’d him too. He wondered how well he’d done in the consultation. Could she have seen those things, made those recommendations? How much did she know, and of that knowledge what did she disclose?
She offered this to him, and he wanted it to happen. The speed with which he had been transferred was impressive.
All in all, he was feeling better this week.
However, Lih couldn’t conceal the fact he was not expecting to be facing monsters. He had not expected to experience the sharp end of things this way. Hunting monsters was what the channelers and international organizations did, which was why the Creator gave them god-like abilities and destructive weapons and feeble morals. Police officers were nice domestic boys.
He waited, face feverishly white in the lights and blinked, eyes watering, staring, hunting every time his lens picked up any noise or glare. It took another two seconds for him to blink away the clutter: stored files, snaps, recording playbacks.
He already tried to blink-access detective Dorian Vega’s profile fields, but besides the lit flag indicating friendly, he saw a target pane across the other man’s body that read ‘unknown’. His lens showed him sub-options such as rank, vital stats, medical notations, data generated by secure “confidential" records. All marked ‘unknown’.
Lih cleared data pane and looked at the detective.
He was certainly more handsome in person than his picture. All in all, detective Vega was a man of startling beauty, his face striking and narrow. Even his accent was pleasant, maybe European. In addition to well cut clothing, he was wearing an astonishingly crafted watch. He was an elite, a man of luxurious taste, a very expensive and capable employee.
Not to mention--a solid professional.
Lih acknowledged the experience and expertise of active field officers in the domovoi. Their bravery was beyond question. Lih was keen to meet the domovoi, but of course they were unavoidably detained by missions until now...
He could only imagine what the detective saw in turn, but his imagination was pretty well informed.
Lih had extremely pale hair and a complexion to match. His hair was so colorless, his eyelashes were virtually invisible, and in the hard, yellow light of detective Vega’s office, he looked like he was a sand sculpture.
In addition to his strange appearance, he was pretty traumatized. He didn’t want Dorian Vega to think he was scared, ill. But no amount of self-control was going to cover those ticks — the tremor, the darting glances, the over-reaction to sound, reaching for his holstered weapon...
In truth, his assignment was premature, even if it lifted his morale to be rewarded. He’d come close to dying to make it here… that kind of situation didn’t tend to make him highly motivated.
Lih waited before replying. He looked the man full in the face.
“I see. Well, that’s fine. Since you know what the cannibals are.”
“Ah, I knew it was too good to be true.” He sighed. “It’s not a promotion.”
“Then again, why can’t it be both? Alex mentioned new toys for practice purposes. Unless that’s a lie too?” smiled Lih as he gave the welcoming detective’s hand a firm, polite shake.
He said it like it was a joke, but he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t about to explain to the detective he couldn’t sleep without Alex’s pills. It was as if his body wasn’t convinced he’d ever wake again if he slept.
Lih allowed himself a small smile at his weakness.
His smile took the bite out of his comments--he didn’t want to sound like a pathetic, whining bitch. Though this office was not glamorous, it was definitely secure. Also, the domovoi offered Lih a lot of things. Resources, organization, top-notch equipment, better position, more money. More particularly, the chance to learn from the best.
Lih had thought about it… and went along with his orders.
He showed his superior officer the transfer request. Sergeant was impressed, and okay’d Lih.
Alex okay’d him too. He wondered how well he’d done in the consultation. Could she have seen those things, made those recommendations? How much did she know, and of that knowledge what did she disclose?
She offered this to him, and he wanted it to happen. The speed with which he had been transferred was impressive.
All in all, he was feeling better this week.
However, Lih couldn’t conceal the fact he was not expecting to be facing monsters. He had not expected to experience the sharp end of things this way. Hunting monsters was what the channelers and international organizations did, which was why the Creator gave them god-like abilities and destructive weapons and feeble morals. Police officers were nice domestic boys.
He waited, face feverishly white in the lights and blinked, eyes watering, staring, hunting every time his lens picked up any noise or glare. It took another two seconds for him to blink away the clutter: stored files, snaps, recording playbacks.
He already tried to blink-access detective Dorian Vega’s profile fields, but besides the lit flag indicating friendly, he saw a target pane across the other man’s body that read ‘unknown’. His lens showed him sub-options such as rank, vital stats, medical notations, data generated by secure “confidential" records. All marked ‘unknown’.
Lih cleared data pane and looked at the detective.
He was certainly more handsome in person than his picture. All in all, detective Vega was a man of startling beauty, his face striking and narrow. Even his accent was pleasant, maybe European. In addition to well cut clothing, he was wearing an astonishingly crafted watch. He was an elite, a man of luxurious taste, a very expensive and capable employee.
Not to mention--a solid professional.
Lih acknowledged the experience and expertise of active field officers in the domovoi. Their bravery was beyond question. Lih was keen to meet the domovoi, but of course they were unavoidably detained by missions until now...
He could only imagine what the detective saw in turn, but his imagination was pretty well informed.
Lih had extremely pale hair and a complexion to match. His hair was so colorless, his eyelashes were virtually invisible, and in the hard, yellow light of detective Vega’s office, he looked like he was a sand sculpture.
In addition to his strange appearance, he was pretty traumatized. He didn’t want Dorian Vega to think he was scared, ill. But no amount of self-control was going to cover those ticks — the tremor, the darting glances, the over-reaction to sound, reaching for his holstered weapon...
In truth, his assignment was premature, even if it lifted his morale to be rewarded. He’d come close to dying to make it here… that kind of situation didn’t tend to make him highly motivated.
Lih waited before replying. He looked the man full in the face.
“I see. Well, that’s fine. Since you know what the cannibals are.”
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD