Adam Saxondale [The Master] (thesoundofdrums) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-07-03 19:40:00 |
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Who: Adam Saxondale and NPC Agency Director
Where: Agency HQ
When: Friday 3rd july 2009, early evening.
Warnings: None. Unless I need to warn for a plot point?
Adam was a patient man. He had taken his time perfecting the formula and then he had taken his time perfecting the delivery system. It was such a cliché to say that he had people everywhere, but it wasn’t untrue, and he had contacts within the bottled water industry that were willing to cause a little chaos. (“Nothing dangerous, I promise. Just a little fun.”). Then Adam waited.
It didn’t take long for the chaos to start. When you slip a truth telling drug into any kind of water supply world wide people will certainly act like complete idiots, heads of state telling the camera’s what they really think, movie stars telling the truth about their films and the people. Oh, the people. Little individuals acting out every impulse, saying everything that pops into their tiny and insignificant little minds and creating chaos just by being themselves.
It was that chaos, that talkative urge, that desire to act that meant Adam could walk into the Headquarters of The Agency without detection. Yes, people saw him, and yes some even talked to him. He just turned on the charm, a big bright smile as he chatted about what was going on. He called it madness, and acted concerned, and then he walked up to the fourth floor to find an empty office.
The Director in charge of issuing Caretakers to reincarnates was curled up in a ball in the corner of the room. He looked truly pathetic, a mess of a man, as he babbled about affairs, divorces, mistakes, destruction and all the people he knew he had failed over the years. Adam failed to feel anything for the man, but he frowned playfully before sitting at the computer. The Master wanted to toy with him, but that could wait until his mission was over.
His mission. That was a joke. It made him sound like James Bond, when really his objective was sinister, and certainly didn’t involve anyone getting shot. Guns were such vulgar things, really. There were far cleaner ways, and more interesting ways to kill a man. Or a woman. Adam honestly had no preference.
It took him no time at all to find what he needed. A list of every living reincarnate, their names, their addresses, contact information and every bit of information Adam would need to recruit them. Or kill them while they’re sleeping. It was precious, some of them didn’t even know what – or rather, who - they even were yet. This was going to be very useful.
He saved the information to his portable hard drive and then slipped it into the inside pocket of his sleek black suit. The Director, the man who had sat there and watched as he did this just continued to babble. No loss there. Someone would eventually notice he had gone around the bend. He patted him on the head, handed him a plastic cup full of water and then left the office, and then the building.
Things would certainly be a bit more dangerous from now on.