Roland of Gilead (chassit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-06-06 09:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | alistair theirin, roland deschain |
Who: Roland and Alistair
What: Discussing a job
Where: Roland's office
When: 6 June, early afternoon
Rating/warning: TBD
Status: In progress
After the snow had melted and the air warmed, Roland was swamped with calls, as he normally was after the OC played another of its tricks. People panicked, but they usually chalked it up to whatever the news told them was happening. Roland knew better, but he never said anything because most of the people on the net knew better, too, or they seemed to. His search for a beam was still yielding nothing, but he looked for it, watching for that part in the sky, like a part in someone's hair.
Right now, the gunslinger had other things to take his mind a little further from the beams. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes skimming the file he held in his hand. It belonged to someone called Alistair, the son of a politician, a very secretive politician who obviously didn't want his child's dirty laundry to be spread all over the state. The gunslinger chewed at the inside of his cheek for a moment, then leaned forward and placed the file on the desk in front of him.
It was only a few more minutes before there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Roland called, his tone unreadable.