11-11-2015, 02:22 PM
Dorian followed the blinking dot on his wallet to Cruz's location. He was in the Moscow University's library. The building was huge. Thankfully the signal would lead Dorian straight to Cruz's exact location.
Once inside the library the smell of books was the first thing Dorian noticed. It wasn't unpleasant and it reminded him of his short time at the University himself. That was eon's ago before the Atharim and before he knew anything about the world that went bump in the night. Everything was simpler then and it wasn't. He still rebelled against his father. He still fought to maintain his self image.
Dorian walked up several flights of stairs trying to pinpoint exactly where Cruz might be. Altitude was still not the greatest recording in GPS technology even for an Atharim issued device. They were better than commercial, yet still a generation or two behind what he could probably get through the Police Department, but he didn't want to have too many phones. It was hard enough keeping his thinking straight now.
Dorian found a location where Cruz was supposed to be but there was no one there. Dorian didn't see his wallet either. Altitude was wrong. Dorian headed for one of stair wells and had to decide up or down was his best bet. He stood in the stairwell hoping no one would run upon him trying to make the best educated guess on the technology in his hand. He really did dislike technology. But it beat leaving his son in whatever state he was in.
Once inside the library the smell of books was the first thing Dorian noticed. It wasn't unpleasant and it reminded him of his short time at the University himself. That was eon's ago before the Atharim and before he knew anything about the world that went bump in the night. Everything was simpler then and it wasn't. He still rebelled against his father. He still fought to maintain his self image.
Dorian walked up several flights of stairs trying to pinpoint exactly where Cruz might be. Altitude was still not the greatest recording in GPS technology even for an Atharim issued device. They were better than commercial, yet still a generation or two behind what he could probably get through the Police Department, but he didn't want to have too many phones. It was hard enough keeping his thinking straight now.
Dorian found a location where Cruz was supposed to be but there was no one there. Dorian didn't see his wallet either. Altitude was wrong. Dorian headed for one of stair wells and had to decide up or down was his best bet. He stood in the stairwell hoping no one would run upon him trying to make the best educated guess on the technology in his hand. He really did dislike technology. But it beat leaving his son in whatever state he was in.