Post by Oliver "Ollie" Moore on Jul 13, 2015 23:29:26 GMT -8
The small private jet opened its hatch.
A couple of men in suits walked sideways down the few steps into the hanger. They both have a MP5K slung across their chest, obviously ready to use them if need be.
Following the pair is a smaller man, he wears a leather jacket, jeans, and a black hood over his head. As the strange group made their way from the jet through the hanger a muffled sigh and murmured words came from under the hood. The two men stopped, "What was that?" they asked.
Without warning a small spark of light could be seen under the dark hood and then it went up in flame like flash paper. An annoyed yet playful face now revealed says "...I asked if the hood was really necessary." The pair of men did not seem to find the occurrence as entertaining and had stepped back to brace their guns ready to fire. The young man took a half-step back and raised his bound hands, "Whoa, whoa...I am sorry I did not think you guys would be so new."
Another man in a lab coat stands across the hanger near a simple metal table and pair of chairs. The young man, hands raised, sees him "Dr. Sven?!?" Forgetting the two men with guns he dashes past them towards the man. A radiant smile filled with true warmth glowing on Oliver's face.
A couple of men in suits walked sideways down the few steps into the hanger. They both have a MP5K slung across their chest, obviously ready to use them if need be.
Following the pair is a smaller man, he wears a leather jacket, jeans, and a black hood over his head. As the strange group made their way from the jet through the hanger a muffled sigh and murmured words came from under the hood. The two men stopped, "What was that?" they asked.
Without warning a small spark of light could be seen under the dark hood and then it went up in flame like flash paper. An annoyed yet playful face now revealed says "...I asked if the hood was really necessary." The pair of men did not seem to find the occurrence as entertaining and had stepped back to brace their guns ready to fire. The young man took a half-step back and raised his bound hands, "Whoa, whoa...I am sorry I did not think you guys would be so new."
Another man in a lab coat stands across the hanger near a simple metal table and pair of chairs. The young man, hands raised, sees him "Dr. Sven?!?" Forgetting the two men with guns he dashes past them towards the man. A radiant smile filled with true warmth glowing on Oliver's face.
