Post by Adrian Kilvayne on Dec 18, 2013 1:10:40 GMT -5
THOU SHALT NOT:
Kill your Fathers - Destroy another Life
Question everything we clung to for years
Live Forever - Design a Better Death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear.
Kill your Fathers - Destroy another Life
Question everything we clung to for years
Live Forever - Design a Better Death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear.
Adrian had been communicating with her as he had many other key pieces of his scheme over these many months of meticulous planning. The power of the Internet, and some well developed hacking skills had rendered their correspondence untraceable and absolutely anonymous. Reggie Sawyer, or Dido Moncrieffe, as she was to Adrian, provided so much critical intelligence and analysis for Adrian, and now the eve of the Revolution was at hand. They had fought a battle in this place before, and here was where Dido and Reggie became entangled in their fates, though they did not know it then. They may have hardly grasped it now, and even Adrian knew there were great mysteries involved still as yet unsolved.
Nonetheless, they had a job to do. Alexander Kilvayne had joined Adrian for this task. Some time ago, the uncle Adrian never knew approached him for a conversation about the possible combination of their abilities for a larger purpose. What he was meaning at the time was now clear, as Adrian and Alexander were able to merge into one being through the use of their aqueous form. And in so doing, Adrian would be wearing the mask of a respected member of society, an upstanding, squeaky clean citizen. Best cover ever. The hotel he was able to get was amazing, and it was on the patriarch's dime, no less.
He strode through the lobby, and smiled at the concierge warmly. Behind him, bellhops attended to his luggage. This was the life, a fancy hotel in the nation's capitol, and the culmination of lonely hours befriending a diverse network of psychopaths and extremists just to make one day of mayhem stand out in the history books for all time to come. And at the same time that a major court case was about to tear the nation apart at the seams. Good times.
When Adrian and Alexander smiled again, it was nothing but a friendly greeting to all the world's eyes.
" Excuse me, young man," Alexander's voice intoned, " I am Dr. Kivayne to check in for my reserved room...the penthouse suite, I believe it was."
"Yes, room 909, as it happens," the man said, in a manner that suggested he was used to working to serve the elites and aristocracy on a daily basis, "Here's your key."
"Set one aside for someone who will be along shortly," Adrian and Alexander requested. " You should recognize her readily when she approaches, but do not draw attention to her presence or call her by name if you do. Be discreet."
They then placed a rather large stack of currency on the counter, bound in a rubber band. It was seemingly composed solely of hundred dollar bills. The attendant was not accustomed to such a large tip, it seemed. Alexander and Adrian smiled, seeing that the man would comply with their request.
When they arrived the room, they separated, and locked the door. After the Adrian finished dressing with the clothing in the luggage, he pulled out a laptop and a number of other devices. They appeared to be broadcasting and filming equipment. Alexander and Adrian knew the purpose as they worked to set things up. When they were finished, they waited for the door to open...