Post by saxman59 on Jul 23, 2011 13:46:13 GMT -5
Roman tore down the hallway leading to the basement door. Exactly 20 seconds previously, Number Two had hailed him on the intercom. Something he was told NEVER to do unless it was an emergency. From the sensicle things Number Two said, this was definately an emergency.
Ever since his new associate Ragady had some to live in his headquarters, it was Number Two's job to make sure she was comfortable in her dank, dark basement room. Something he excelled at; until now.
Wrenching open the door to his basement, he jumped the stairs two at a time. He landed in a full inch of water, utterly ruining his black Derdy shoes in the process. Turning the corner, he spotted three guards, including Number Two, aiming their submachine guns in on the slot in the door, used to push through food and other small items.
"Open the door, Number Two. And she better be alright. She's worth more to me than an army of Number Two's." Without hesitation, Number Two slid the key into the lock, there more for her protection than anyone else's.
"Carful, sir. It may be a little bit of a shock," warned Number Two. "I didn't hire you as a consultant, Number Two, I hired you to stand there and look dangerous, replied Roman, and walked into the room.
Despite Number Two's warning, Roman was a little bit shocked. Seeing a contorted body strung from the ceiling and bleeding from every orifice often did that. It was only then that Roman remembered that there were supposed to be four guards guarding the door.
Looking sternly upon the slumped figure against the back wall, he spoke in German, putting the slightest bit of anger into his face. "Ragady. Explain yourself."
Ever since his new associate Ragady had some to live in his headquarters, it was Number Two's job to make sure she was comfortable in her dank, dark basement room. Something he excelled at; until now.
Wrenching open the door to his basement, he jumped the stairs two at a time. He landed in a full inch of water, utterly ruining his black Derdy shoes in the process. Turning the corner, he spotted three guards, including Number Two, aiming their submachine guns in on the slot in the door, used to push through food and other small items.
"Open the door, Number Two. And she better be alright. She's worth more to me than an army of Number Two's." Without hesitation, Number Two slid the key into the lock, there more for her protection than anyone else's.
"Carful, sir. It may be a little bit of a shock," warned Number Two. "I didn't hire you as a consultant, Number Two, I hired you to stand there and look dangerous, replied Roman, and walked into the room.
Despite Number Two's warning, Roman was a little bit shocked. Seeing a contorted body strung from the ceiling and bleeding from every orifice often did that. It was only then that Roman remembered that there were supposed to be four guards guarding the door.
Looking sternly upon the slumped figure against the back wall, he spoke in German, putting the slightest bit of anger into his face. "Ragady. Explain yourself."