02-16-2019, 11:50 PM
His face, unchanged these last 30 years, was the most recognized in the history of the world. He nodded in agreement. Regus spoke true.
The barbs were thrown quickly. A fitting retort to the highlight of Armande’s most recent failure. The enemy sat. A symbol of fearlessness, though Nikolai took it as one of deference. He remained standing, though he walked the length of the table until he stood over the old man of the Atharim.
“I did.” He replied, studying the eyes of one whom might have been a brother had fate designed another pattern to their lives.
“Nikolai..,” he murmured, mirroring curiously. The familiarity with which Regus uttered his name spoke to a lifetime’s obsession.
“I have likewise known your name, Signore Director.” Only another Atharim of the highest standing was aware the Regus masqueraded as Director of the Vatican Historical Society. Nikolai sat in the office once, conversing casually with another Regus.
He pivoted slightly, charcoal smoke obscuring his feet as he walked. Patience. Statuesque. His very profile a marble carving. The power rippled his true body, darkening his countenance, but a trick of the augmented reality translated his intention into specific design. “Yet for all my power, I left your office undisturbed. Why do you think that was, Regus?”
The barbs were thrown quickly. A fitting retort to the highlight of Armande’s most recent failure. The enemy sat. A symbol of fearlessness, though Nikolai took it as one of deference. He remained standing, though he walked the length of the table until he stood over the old man of the Atharim.
“I did.” He replied, studying the eyes of one whom might have been a brother had fate designed another pattern to their lives.
“Nikolai..,” he murmured, mirroring curiously. The familiarity with which Regus uttered his name spoke to a lifetime’s obsession.
“I have likewise known your name, Signore Director.” Only another Atharim of the highest standing was aware the Regus masqueraded as Director of the Vatican Historical Society. Nikolai sat in the office once, conversing casually with another Regus.
He pivoted slightly, charcoal smoke obscuring his feet as he walked. Patience. Statuesque. His very profile a marble carving. The power rippled his true body, darkening his countenance, but a trick of the augmented reality translated his intention into specific design. “Yet for all my power, I left your office undisturbed. Why do you think that was, Regus?”