10-02-2013, 01:10 PM
Tailing a man as powerful as Talanov's entourage was mundane work. Which was exactly why Silas delegated that kind of boring shit to other guys. Then when shit needed done, he showed up to see that it was done right. The arrangement worked for him. Patience was not one of his virtues.
As it happened, work was going down that needed some personal attention. He’d prefer enjoying the metropolis of slut city on his own time, but work kept him from giving some lucky chick a favor of blowing him tonight.
With work to do, he kept himself entertained and hovered around the area that funneled shitbreak kids between the main venue and the wormhole that led to Block One. Half an hour before hand, some typical Pervaya fucker disappeared down that hall to meet Talanov no doubt.
Intel had the dumbass pegged to be here tonight. Between a panicked wife and a missing kid, only an idiot would imagine a home grown Russian wasn’t mixing a little business with pleasure tonight. Not at Manifesto. The place isn’t a strip club for shit’s sake, he thought with a sneer. A moment later, from the fog of hazy emotions that tried to choke him to death, a sudden spike of captivation consistent with wet cunt spiked the field.
Yellow eyes swiveling, Silas glanced and found a slutty carrot-top – the classy kind – eyeing him from head to toe. Might as well pass the time doing something useful. He cradled an arm over the railing of his perch, cocked his head, and summoned her over.
As it happened, work was going down that needed some personal attention. He’d prefer enjoying the metropolis of slut city on his own time, but work kept him from giving some lucky chick a favor of blowing him tonight.
With work to do, he kept himself entertained and hovered around the area that funneled shitbreak kids between the main venue and the wormhole that led to Block One. Half an hour before hand, some typical Pervaya fucker disappeared down that hall to meet Talanov no doubt.
Intel had the dumbass pegged to be here tonight. Between a panicked wife and a missing kid, only an idiot would imagine a home grown Russian wasn’t mixing a little business with pleasure tonight. Not at Manifesto. The place isn’t a strip club for shit’s sake, he thought with a sneer. A moment later, from the fog of hazy emotions that tried to choke him to death, a sudden spike of captivation consistent with wet cunt spiked the field.
Yellow eyes swiveling, Silas glanced and found a slutty carrot-top – the classy kind – eyeing him from head to toe. Might as well pass the time doing something useful. He cradled an arm over the railing of his perch, cocked his head, and summoned her over.