THREAD; MAJESTIC & CHECKMATE WHO Christoph Bronk & Nola Delemont WHAT A meeting... WHEN August 14, 2112 - sometime between 2PM - 3PM WHERE South Sector RATING PG-13?
Busy, busy, busy. It was an understatement when you really took in how large Christoph's current work load was. The past few days had been filled with failed experiments, meetings with his superiors and so many meticulous notes taken that it was a surprise he hadn't lost the use of his hand. He had spent so much time dedicating overtime hours in the labs - both at Genentech and the one in his apartment - that he even forgot about the family dinner he promised to attend the other night. A first, for one Christoph Alexander Bronk and hopefully his last. And so, after receiving a berating from his mother later that evening, he wasn't in the least bit surprised when he was greeted by a very grumpy Juliet Bronk when he arrived at their North Sector home to take her to school the following morning.
I can't believe you forgot about me, her words rang clear in his head and her saddened, pouty-lipped face haunted his thoughts for the remainder for the day. Christoph had already thought up of the most perfect way to make it up to his baby sister, but despite that, he still found himself getting easily irritated over the smallest of hiccups.
Three whole days of researching, testing and administering exams and he still couldn't solve the puzzle behind extracting the mutated gene from the infected rat's DNA. Another failed test to add to the list and another dead lab rat to add to the growing pile. With a long, drawn out sigh of frustration, Christoph pinched at the bridge of his nose, baby blues squinting from the light straight they were already beginning to experience. It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon and he still had yet to enjoy his lunch. His stomach growled out in protest at the thought then.
"Oh alright," he said in a defeated manner, his arms carefully sliding out of his lab coat before placing the item neatly on the back of his chair. The lunch crowd should have died down by now, so Christoph didn't mind stepping out of his office for a meal for a change. He could use the time to clear his thought and return to his experiment with a clear head. Plus it had been awhile since he last visited the South Sector to secretly observe the daily movements of his future guinea pigs. If he had it his way, the Specialis Gens would have been locked up in holding rooms at Genentech's secret labs for easy access and he knew his dear uncle would have no problem with doing everything in his power to make it so, but alas... They needed to keep a low profile, especially now more than ever.
He eventually set up camp at the small lunch area belonging to the businesses in the area, located perfectly across from the buildings used to house the Specials Gens. With his homemade Caesar salad in front of him, Christoph quietly munched away, an inconspicuous body amongst an equally inconspicuous crowd. Just another pedestrian enjoying a meal outside of their office. That was the image he was aiming for and also succeeding at upholding. Every so often he would allow his gaze to scan the few passerby's, but nothing to conspicuous. Nothing to alarm his targets and warrant him any unwanted attention. Discretion was the word of the day, today, after all.