07-23-2014, 05:32 PM
Enzo stepped off the train with a large black duffel bag slung around his shoulders. The frigid Moscow air felt like a slap to the face after an autumn in Egypt. He was thankful the Atharim reminded him to bring a good coat, otherwise he would have been 'left out in the cold', so to say.
Speaking of Atharim, he slipped his hand into a pocket and brought out a phone-like device. It was basically a super computer in the palm of his hand that connected simultaneously to cell towers, satellite arrays, and the Moscow public internet all at the same time. He was suppose to be picked up by someone, yes, there they were coming toward him now. He could see their meet-up signals were nearly on top of one another.
The man that was formerly a blue dot on a screen approached. He was younger than Enzo, but it was difficult to say by how much. Clean cut, tall and fit-appearing, he did not seem to mind the cold. He outstretched his hand and spoke with a thick, Russian accent that made Enzo tense.
"You are Dolan?"
Enzo nodded, "and I am Savely. It was I that arranged your travel. I hope all went smoothly. Come, I'll take you to your home."
He gestured and Enzo followed. He was smaller by comparison to the larger Russian, but the set to his jaw was just as serious. If not more so.
"Travel was uneventful, Savely,"
his french tongue stumbled to say the name, and Savely glanced at him with a raised brow for it. "Thank you for all you did to arrange this,"
he replied without correcting the man. Moscow could never be his home. No where could. There was no point telling him, though.
Speaking of Atharim, he slipped his hand into a pocket and brought out a phone-like device. It was basically a super computer in the palm of his hand that connected simultaneously to cell towers, satellite arrays, and the Moscow public internet all at the same time. He was suppose to be picked up by someone, yes, there they were coming toward him now. He could see their meet-up signals were nearly on top of one another.
The man that was formerly a blue dot on a screen approached. He was younger than Enzo, but it was difficult to say by how much. Clean cut, tall and fit-appearing, he did not seem to mind the cold. He outstretched his hand and spoke with a thick, Russian accent that made Enzo tense.
"You are Dolan?"
Enzo nodded, "and I am Savely. It was I that arranged your travel. I hope all went smoothly. Come, I'll take you to your home."
He gestured and Enzo followed. He was smaller by comparison to the larger Russian, but the set to his jaw was just as serious. If not more so.
"Travel was uneventful, Savely,"
his french tongue stumbled to say the name, and Savely glanced at him with a raised brow for it. "Thank you for all you did to arrange this,"
he replied without correcting the man. Moscow could never be his home. No where could. There was no point telling him, though.