11-19-2013, 11:58 PM
Of course Reggie passed him off to lower management. Old coot thought way too highly of himself. Still, Reggie's boys knew what they were doing for the most part. Even though their field skills made Seth's dad look dangerous--and he's been dead going on thirty years
--they made up for it on the tech front. Almost.
In spite of Seth's best efforts, the Atharim decided to saddle him with a few of their 'experienced' hunters. He didn't know if that was some kind of a joke, but he doubted they'd survive a choop hunt--let alone a God.
Interrupting Seth's teeth-grinding, Fridjof chimed in on Seth's earpiece. "She is two flights above you--third door on the right."
As far as Seth was concerned, the Swedish kid was the smartest one he'd met on this side of the ocean. Only one he'd picked.
No matter how determined he was to look down on Europe's worker bee Atharim, he couldn't fault their tech guys. After they'd outfitted his sunglasses with Land Warrior projectors and comm gear he was hooked. If only he could take the computer guy and ditch the rest. Too bad I can't use this thing without letting them track me.
He held down a button on the frame. "Okay Fridge. Just keep your friends from doin' anything too stupid."
There was a pause before he got a response. "I will do my best."
At least they'd followed orders so far--if he hadn't shut them down they'd have burst into the room in suits looking like CIA or something and dragged her off. For an organization that relied so much on luck to conceal its existence, they really pushed it hard. He still thought the tattoos were dumb.
As it was, he just walked right in the front door wearing his hat and a coat--like a normal person. With Fridge's help he even looked like he knew where he was going. Apparently the building's security was tight, but he didn't get too many looks. Nobody even met his eyes for long. Just to be safe he'd left his weapons behind.
The place wasn't pretentious, but it wasn't falling apart either. And by the time he reached the door, he'd spotted a couple ways to dispose of the body if there was a guy in there. Seth wasn't overbearing or nothing, he just liked to keep all options on the table.
After switching off the Land Warriors, he finally turned the knob, a little disappointed to find it unlocked. I really hope Europe ain't rubbing off on her.
Because he'd kill it if it did that. The first thing he heard was her voice--for the first time in months.
--"there was this... frog infestation. Little blobby bastards hopping everywhere. Every time you pop one, they blow up like sludge filled pinatas. And there ain't no candy inside." He'd give her a few points for creativity.
There was a bit of a pause in the conversation before he heard a young-sounding British woman answer. "Huh. Weird."
He figured that it was past time to say hi. She'd probably hit him for waiting this long. Or for coming at all. He didn't really have the whole space thing worked out--one of the perks of raising a kid as your monster-hunting partner in a secret society completely disconnected from the rest of the world. Sometimes he felt more like Bruce Wayne than John Wayne.
He stood in the doorway. "Frogs, huh?"
Then he noticed her hair. "Aw, Runey. Not again."
Edited by Seth Marx, Nov 24 2013, 11:52 PM.
--they made up for it on the tech front. Almost.
In spite of Seth's best efforts, the Atharim decided to saddle him with a few of their 'experienced' hunters. He didn't know if that was some kind of a joke, but he doubted they'd survive a choop hunt--let alone a God.
Interrupting Seth's teeth-grinding, Fridjof chimed in on Seth's earpiece. "She is two flights above you--third door on the right."
As far as Seth was concerned, the Swedish kid was the smartest one he'd met on this side of the ocean. Only one he'd picked.
No matter how determined he was to look down on Europe's worker bee Atharim, he couldn't fault their tech guys. After they'd outfitted his sunglasses with Land Warrior projectors and comm gear he was hooked. If only he could take the computer guy and ditch the rest. Too bad I can't use this thing without letting them track me.
He held down a button on the frame. "Okay Fridge. Just keep your friends from doin' anything too stupid."
There was a pause before he got a response. "I will do my best."
At least they'd followed orders so far--if he hadn't shut them down they'd have burst into the room in suits looking like CIA or something and dragged her off. For an organization that relied so much on luck to conceal its existence, they really pushed it hard. He still thought the tattoos were dumb.
As it was, he just walked right in the front door wearing his hat and a coat--like a normal person. With Fridge's help he even looked like he knew where he was going. Apparently the building's security was tight, but he didn't get too many looks. Nobody even met his eyes for long. Just to be safe he'd left his weapons behind.
The place wasn't pretentious, but it wasn't falling apart either. And by the time he reached the door, he'd spotted a couple ways to dispose of the body if there was a guy in there. Seth wasn't overbearing or nothing, he just liked to keep all options on the table.
After switching off the Land Warriors, he finally turned the knob, a little disappointed to find it unlocked. I really hope Europe ain't rubbing off on her.
Because he'd kill it if it did that. The first thing he heard was her voice--for the first time in months.
--"there was this... frog infestation. Little blobby bastards hopping everywhere. Every time you pop one, they blow up like sludge filled pinatas. And there ain't no candy inside." He'd give her a few points for creativity.
There was a bit of a pause in the conversation before he heard a young-sounding British woman answer. "Huh. Weird."
He figured that it was past time to say hi. She'd probably hit him for waiting this long. Or for coming at all. He didn't really have the whole space thing worked out--one of the perks of raising a kid as your monster-hunting partner in a secret society completely disconnected from the rest of the world. Sometimes he felt more like Bruce Wayne than John Wayne.
He stood in the doorway. "Frogs, huh?"
Then he noticed her hair. "Aw, Runey. Not again."
Edited by Seth Marx, Nov 24 2013, 11:52 PM.