Post by Vaught on May 30, 2008 16:00:24 GMT -5
The air in the park was stale, like the inside of a crypt. The man in the long red coat wore a sour expression as he breathed it in, thinking back to times before he had been awakened, letting the sensations creep into him, and hating every moment of it. With a metallic clank he slid a rifle clip into the weapon. His phone rang.
"Yes, Coil?... very well, I understand. Then it will be at six tonight, MCT. ...Camon? What is the address? ...good. Alert the others. We have a cow to apprehend."
Slipping the rifle over his shoulder, he padded quietly through the grass, heading north. He started to hum a tune quietly, thinking of how long he had waited for this to begin.
"Yes, Coil?... very well, I understand. Then it will be at six tonight, MCT. ...Camon? What is the address? ...good. Alert the others. We have a cow to apprehend."
Slipping the rifle over his shoulder, he padded quietly through the grass, heading north. He started to hum a tune quietly, thinking of how long he had waited for this to begin.
