(( This is a story that should have been posted after the NLF protest...but alias it seems the great enemy called RL got in the way. Nevertheless here it is. It introduces a new character. If you keep watch around the grid, you will see this character eventually.
This is broken into parts. So more to come! ))
Questionable Desperation
An uneasy silence has befallen over the Omni-Mining Headquarters after the recent Nanomage Liberation Front’s violent protest. Extra guards have been positioned everywhere to kept watch over any little thing that happens. Security is very tight on the Director’s floor of the headquarters. But tight security does not stop business.
When ever one visits the Director’s floor, one immediately notices the floors main secretary desk. It is a large and marble white circular desk. It is in the middle of the lobby with a lone secretary. She is dirty blond and has brown eyes. She has a serious yet ditzy looking face. The uniform she is wearing is a grey Omni-Tek suit that matches the color of the desk. She sat swiveling in her chair watching the Omni-Tek Press Corp channel on a small personal digital television that is on the desk. She is watching a news show which had a few people discussing the new Council of Truth. The desk was very neat and in order, with piles of papers in one section, office supplies in another. There are also several screens showing views of security cameras.
The rest of the lobby was quite simple for a corporate floor. The lobby is a large circle. In front of the secretary’s view there is a hall of elevators and a stair access. On her left and right there is a hall of offices and storages. Behind her there is a hall that contained the offices of the Directors. The floor is a black mirror composed of black and grey marble that is overly shined. The walls extended far up to a glass ceiling that gave a lovely view of the sky. In the middle space between the desk and the walls sat a few black and white marble pillars. They each held flags of Omni-Tek in blue. To complete the look a bluish white light illuminated all.
A guard stood on each side of the hallway entrances. They appeared mostly bored out of their minds yet maintained their position. The secretary, still swiveling, reached for a nail file. She searched around, but something caught her eye. In front of the desk some type of object emerged. It started to fade in. A blurry, unorganized mess of particles came forth in some short of sinister cloud. The small particles buzzed like bees around a central point creating a dark shape. The amount of particles increased as the cloud became more organized. Near the top of this mysterious cloud emerged a face. Two dark grey eyes and a mouth appeared, followed by a nose. The particles took shape in a form of a man. The secretary screamed at the sight of the eyes, which prompted the almost asleep guards to jump and swing their guns I all directions.
A sinister laugh emerged out of the chaotic cloud. A man now stood in place of the dark particles. The guards, ready to fire, looked at this man with wonder. He is wearing a black, shine less leather cloak complete with a black hood that covered his oval head. The leather appeared to be an absence of light; pulling and eating all light around him. In the opening of this dark abyss a grey, sinister face sat staring at the secretary. The eyes are in dark, deep sockets. The nose is pointy and straight. The grayish skin seemed old and battle worn. The dry lips showed a slight pink. The lips moved slowly and opened his mouth.
A dark, rough voice crept out of his mouth. “Did I…scare you miss?” He questioned with a grin.
She sat in disbelief and shock of this dark man who appeared before her. The secretary’s eyes are large and wide, as if ready to run from unexpected doom.
The dark man stood staring for a moment then spoke with his chilling voice, “My presence was requested. I am hear to speak with Director Moscardelli.”
The secretary then realized her speechless state and replied, “Oh….oh, ummm…” Not that charming of a reply but she looked to her computer to see the meeting schedules. “Are you Mr….Black?”
“Yes, yes that is me.” Black said.
“Yes the Director is expecting you now. Just go down the hall behind me to the last office on the right.”
Mr. Black nodded slowly and said with another grin, “Thank you.” He began to move slowly towards the hallway of the Directors Offices. He seems to almost float over the floor. The feet of this dark phantom did not make a sound. The silence is unnatural, as if sound flees his presence. The guards and the secretary watch every move he made. Mr. Black silently and slowly walked past the many offices of the other Directors. Mr. Black walked straight without any emotion down the hall towards the office of Director Moscardelli. Black’s cloak floated slightly off the ground. Each curve of the fabric rolled up and down as a dark sea of waves.
Black’s silent, lightless body soon reached his destination. The door opened to another small lobby complete with a guard and a secretary. Both of them looked at Mr. Black with a slight wonder. “You must be Mr. Black. Good…the Director is expecting you.” said the secretary. The guard opened the door and let Mr. Black in. He swiftly moved through the door to the office of Director Moscardelli.
