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Erebos (the__dark__one) wrote in paxletalelogs,

"Really?"

The word was out of his mouth before he thought about it -- thunder and earthquakes lurking in the timbre of that deep, rolling voice. Squinting against the beam, Elias threw up one hand and shielded his eyes. Why anyone would feel the need to blind him in the middle of the night? Typically, Elias had more reserve than this angry outburst suggested, but he had been working 14 hours straight to ensure that the midnight networking patch set for midnight deployment to one of his clients went off without a hitch. He was nearly finished, too; he was nearly ready to call it a day. But then his Windows 7 box crashed - and he was in the middle of a reboot. Or, in shorter terms, he was already rather put out.

Mouth twisting in a sour grimace as the blue-green light of the Windows welcome screen illuminated his face, Elias stood up from his desk and stalked to the glass door of his office. As the department head of Network Security Development at DynTek, he was afforded an office with a magnificent bay of windows -- windows that usually were kept open during the day to let the light in. As was his custom, Elias didn't turn on the lights during working hours because the vast influx of natural light tended to be more than sufficient. And when he worked long hours like today, he rarely bothered to turn the lights on after dark. The monitor was plenty bright enough, and when he was done, well -- he had no trouble making his way out of the building without the lights anyhow. Thus, he was perhaps the only employee currently left in the building, and he was working in pitch blackness. It was not so odd a thing. The security officer who typically patrolled was never so irritating as this little thing just outside his office. He jerked the door open.

"Desist," he all but hissed.