08-27-2015, 01:34 PM
Marcus smiled as he stood and wound his way through the still milling crowds and up the stairs. There were obvious police and emergency responders but they just looked at him and allowed him through. More than likely the officer in charge from before had alerted them to let him through. If his new acquaintance didn't want to be stopped, he 'd stay close.
A car pulled up and the door opened. Marcus gestured for the man to follow after which so did he. To the driver he gave directions. It was a bit far but not unreasonable. For he wanted, it would be ideal. It would be well for him to assess this man before he decided where to go. It was a dangerous game to play. So many options and possibilities lay before him. Risks had to be worth it. He made sure the privacy glass was up.
He looked at the man, thinking. As he replayed their meeting in his mind, examined each event and word and gesture, a question occurred to him. "The man who attacked you. There was clearly something off about him."
Even without the power, Malik had sensed it. He had made a study of micro-expressions as part of his studying political manipulation. Evolution had sharpened to razor's edge man's ability to read and assess danger from a person's face. It was something that had taken software designers decades to overcome, that "uncanny valley" that tinged so many computer generated faces. With the power coursing through him, heightening his senses, it had to have been screaming at him. "And yet you seemed unsurprised. What was it?"
A car pulled up and the door opened. Marcus gestured for the man to follow after which so did he. To the driver he gave directions. It was a bit far but not unreasonable. For he wanted, it would be ideal. It would be well for him to assess this man before he decided where to go. It was a dangerous game to play. So many options and possibilities lay before him. Risks had to be worth it. He made sure the privacy glass was up.
He looked at the man, thinking. As he replayed their meeting in his mind, examined each event and word and gesture, a question occurred to him. "The man who attacked you. There was clearly something off about him."
Even without the power, Malik had sensed it. He had made a study of micro-expressions as part of his studying political manipulation. Evolution had sharpened to razor's edge man's ability to read and assess danger from a person's face. It was something that had taken software designers decades to overcome, that "uncanny valley" that tinged so many computer generated faces. With the power coursing through him, heightening his senses, it had to have been screaming at him. "And yet you seemed unsurprised. What was it?"