Adam Saxondale [The Master] (thesoundofdrums) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-09-07 16:55:00 |
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Who: Adam Saxondale.
Where: London, England
When: Monday 7th September, 2009. 5pm GMT.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Adam begins the illness plot.
This wasn’t his best idea. It was doubtful that history would look back and declare this point in time to be a shining moment in the war. However, it was a start. A gentle push to make the reincarnate community join him, it was amazing what people will do if they’re in danger, or their loved ones. He knew enough about humanity to know that a few well aimed kicks could knock the wind out of them. In the end that’s all this was. A well aimed kick to see how they’d react.
Humanity was dreadfully predictable. It made it so easy to mess with, to toy with. Reincarnates weren’t any different and at the root of everything they were all so very human. It didn’t take a lot to wind any of them up.
The centre of London was busy with commuters, school children and students, people clinging to the last moments of summer before autumn came upon them. A tiny part of him almost pitied them and what they were about to go through. Almost. He didn’t care enough to stop or call the whole thing off. He wouldn’t be a very good diabolical leader if he got squeamish at the thought of a little collateral damage, would he?
He tapped his fingers impatiently against the stone wall, the steady drum beat that constantly ran through his head. He could thank the Master for that. Some days he heard nothing but the steady beat coming from the part of him that was always going to be someone else. It pushed him to the edge of reason and logic, and some days it pushed him beyond that and into something like madness.
Today he was calm, relaxed and didn’t look at all out of place leaning against the stone building.
He checked his watch for the second time. He looked like someone waiting for something and when the second hand clicked against the twelve he dropped the shopping bag he was carrying. No one could see the bacteria (or was it a virus? It’s not like he cared as long as it did the job) go into the atmosphere. No one could tell as they breathed it in, no one knew what was waiting for them, what pain they’d be going through. If he was lucky even the mainstream media would paint it as a rise in H1N1. Playing on existing paranoia was such fun really.
Adam smiled as he looked around at all the people. How long would it be before they started coughing? And how many would brush it off as a bout of the flu?
His phone vibrated in the inner pocket of his jacket and he pulled it out and flipped it open. “Yeah, it’s done.” He said. “How about the other cities?”
“Good. I’ll be back in about an hour.”
He slipped the phone back into his pocket and made his way back to the Agency building to get the MTN to Los Angeles. Maybe he could stop by a newsagents to get some jelly babies, that would make his day even better.
It might not be a shining moment, or his best idea, but it looked like it would at least be an interesting week. Sometimes that’s all you could ask for, and if he got an upper hand in the war then that just made it that little bit better, didn’t it?