Cledwyn Pritchard-Jones (cledwyn) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2011-05-20 16:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian thalbo, cledwyn pritchard-jones, eva charles |
The Three.
Follows this.
Emergency meeting. Room of the Three. ASAP.
The text was simple to the point of abruptness, but it served its purpose perfectly. This was an emergency, although not the worst kind there was. It could have been worse. His corpse might have been the emergency.
Cledwyn wasn't sure that that would actually have been worse.
He made his way through the hallways more slowly than he normally would have, the taser wound under his ribs hidden under his jacket, hidden to outside eyes but very much present to his mind, in the painful manner of a particularly bad stitch in his side.
He was slightly out of breath when he pushed open the door to the Room of the Three, wondering if anyone would be there already.