The Hunt Begins
*The building is new, if you took a deep breath you could almost smell you could almost smell the forest from where the furniture came from, or feel the heat of the steelworks that made the girders, forming the building’s skeleton.
At the very top, sets a office, surrounded on all sides with 10’ glass windows, as if the occupant felt the need to have a view of all parts of the city below. The interior of office is designed to impress, or intimate, one can not be sure, but it will provoke an emotion.
As does the sole occupant.
She stands with her back to the room, a smallish woman dressed respectably in a dark blue suit, pants, no dress, or skirt. Her skin is the deep black of the Dark Continent; her hair, cut close to the scalp, is as black as night. In spite of her small stature, her very presence in the room is dominate. *
*A sigh slips past her lips* **So it begins** *Her accent is there, but not too thick it can be identified with ease*
*On the last hissed ‘s’ the door to the office opens, as a man enters the room folders head under his arm. He, too, sports an immaculate suit. A suit, that fails to hide the muscular body beneath. He moves to the large mahogany desk and set the folder down. He turns to the woman and waits silently.
With a nod, seemingly to no the city beyond the glass, she turns, and strides across to the desk and the giant of a man standing beyond it. Settling down in the plush office chair she opens the folder, glancing over several files, and photos, contained within.
Slowly she closes the folder, sitting back to look upon the man before her. *
**Not a lot to work with. ** *The man nods, but says nothing, * **These Americans, are cautious, which is good, but it will make it hard to find and make contact. ** *She stands and walks back to the window behind her, taking up the stance she had left. * **It looks like I will have to act and think like one; go a bit heavy handed. **
*She turns back to her visitor*
**I’ll be going out tonight, put my things out for me, if you would. ** *The man nods, turns and departs, as silently as he came; as she turns, once more, to the window*
**Be ready city, Wildthing has come to hunt**
The major events and journals in Wildthing's history, from the beginning to today.
The Hunt Begins
*The building is new, if you took a deep breath you could almost smell you could almost smell the forest from where the furniture came from, or feel the heat of the steelworks that made the girders, forming the building’s skeleton. At the very top, set...03:23 pm - 17.06.2020