Topic: Scarred - A Inconvient Conversation

LordTravanix

Date: 2010-11-15 00:40 EST
There were operations that were simple, operations that took careful planning to be sure, but their execution if done properly would make any operation simple. It starts by tracking someone down. Watching their movements, learning their friends and habits. Searching their trash, even going so far as to find out all their dirty little secrets they don't think they are giving away.

And then, there are operations where you just have to sit. And wait. Waiting, too, was easy. You simply sat and observed. Through that observation you learn much. He had learned where the reporter was running to, where he was hiding during the chaos.

He could feel the life essence of the one in question come up the stairs to the loft appartment - and waited. The lights came in as he rushed in, dropping his back on the floor and moving to close the door quickly and locking it. It was always interesting to see what someone would do when they realized something was out of the ordinary in their ordinary world.

"Welcome home. I was not sure if I was going to have to sleep here tonight." From behind Travanix, a blaster rifle cocked, while the black storm trooper took aim. "Why not come sit down over here, so we can have a little chat."