04-30-2015, 08:10 AM
Dorian watched as the place filled up. The strange man smelled of sulfur, the distaste of rotten eggs was all Dorian could smell as the man walked past them. It seemed to linger in the air even as the man had past them and took a table two or three away from them. It was hard to tell with the vantage he had.
Martin told him that things were to remain the same. They just wanted intel on the things they chased, he supposed that was doable. But being in Moscow was going to be different. Having to obey both the law and the Atharim to the letter was going to prove to be difficult. In all technicality he couldn't shoot a criminal, but the Atharim believed in shoot first ask questions later. Both were ingrained in him with his training. It was difficult to deal with.
The Inspector took his leave of the lovely doctor, he knew that was to be his life again soon. Today he had a free moment. Today he should have spent with Cruz, but Cruz had his own things to attend to. Cruz would be home for at least the rest of the semester. Hopefully he'd come to Moscow, It would be good to have him around, but Cruz was less inclined to hang out with is father these days. His friends were always busy. But a dad could always hope.
Dorian shoved the food around his plate even more and the sulfur smell got stronger. It was almost near impossible to smell anything else. Dorian put his hand on his pistol at his hip, something was truly wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Martin told him that things were to remain the same. They just wanted intel on the things they chased, he supposed that was doable. But being in Moscow was going to be different. Having to obey both the law and the Atharim to the letter was going to prove to be difficult. In all technicality he couldn't shoot a criminal, but the Atharim believed in shoot first ask questions later. Both were ingrained in him with his training. It was difficult to deal with.
The Inspector took his leave of the lovely doctor, he knew that was to be his life again soon. Today he had a free moment. Today he should have spent with Cruz, but Cruz had his own things to attend to. Cruz would be home for at least the rest of the semester. Hopefully he'd come to Moscow, It would be good to have him around, but Cruz was less inclined to hang out with is father these days. His friends were always busy. But a dad could always hope.
Dorian shoved the food around his plate even more and the sulfur smell got stronger. It was almost near impossible to smell anything else. Dorian put his hand on his pistol at his hip, something was truly wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.