Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24449631-20140602190555

Samuel walked out of the shower.

A comfort he had only installed a year ago, and already had to say goodbye to.

“That was just what I needed.” He said as he rubbed the towel behind his head.

As he walked over to the mirror he noticed that because of the hectic week, he hadn’t shaved for days. Small grey pubes were sticking out of his chin and just above his lip.

He looked at the cutthroat razor on the wash table, almost tempted to pick it up and give himself a good shaving, but he just shook his head and walked to the wardrobe.

Upon opening it he sighed. Seeing the uniform he had ready and pressed for today. But… Since he was fired, and just a regular citizen now, he could be thrown in the dungeon if he wore an official uniform. So that was a no go…

He eventually settled with a mid-length shirt, black tuck in pants and his regular black leather boots. As he walked back to the mirror he kind of smiled seeming himself in such an outfit again, it had been too long.

As he looked back in the mirror he noticed the cutthroat razor again. Which after a few silent seconds he picked up and held close to his face, inspecting whether or not it was sharp enough. Then quickly he hid it away under his belt.

After that he walked out.

-

Looking up again he saw that the warning, the moran tong had left behind was completely vanished. It seemed as if the building was never attacked.

As he approached the main entrance he slightly sighed before opening the door.

“here goes nothing…”

Once inside he noticed the regular fair of things… The banners, the tiles, the reception.

“Yes, how can I help you?” The young lady behind the desk asked me as she looked around from placing some books back on the shelf behind her.

“Hi, my name is Samuel Selano… I used to work here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">She looked at him, not sure if he was serious, she had obviously never seen him before, She probably didn’t read newspapers either, since she didn’t seem at all phased by his name: Samuel Selano… “master torturer”.

<p class="MsoNormal">“… And I just needed to bring this.” Samuel waved his P.O. skeleton key in front of her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Certainly sir… I shall lead you straight to Bishop off-“

<p class="MsoNormal">“No need…” Samuel said as he made his way to the stairway.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know the way… Just sit tight” he smiled at her.

<p class="MsoNormal">The receptionist just shrugged and got back to her books.

<p class="MsoNormal">But Samuel didn’t take the left to Secret Intelligence/ Bishop’s office and went straight for Special Operations.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel silently walked through the corridors of his old department: Special Operations. Hoping that nobody would really notice him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Let’s see here… 

<p class="MsoNormal">Even though Samuel had worked here the majority of his life, he had never have to the archives that much, normally he had someone deliver the files to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Archives… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Archives… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Arch… Ah ha! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He stopped in front of a red wooden door with a plaque on the door which read: “archivum”

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked around in the hallway.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Nobody… Now’s my chance to.. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He turned the doorknob but it didn’t open. It was locked up tight.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Damnit… Locked…”

<p class="MsoNormal">No worries… I’ve got my skeleton key still… Samuel smiled.

<p class="MsoNormal">But as he tried the key he noticed that it didn’t fit the lock. He bowed down to have a closer look.

<p class="MsoNormal">“By the… Fuck.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“They changed the bloody lock on the door…  must’ve been destroyed during the attack. So they put in a new one… won’t be long until all the locks in this place will be changed… security protocol after all.” Samuel concluded.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he stood there, figuring out a way to get in, he heard footsteps come his way.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Uh oh…” Samuel sounded as he looked for a place to “not look conspicuous” But alas. The hallways was pretty barren, no way to hide. So he went with option B,

<p class="MsoNormal">“I got lost.”

<p class="MsoNormal">He casually started strolling down the hall as if he was nobody special. Sometimes, not hiding is the best way to hide at all.

<p class="MsoNormal">He did however look slightly more worried when he noticed it was Deroscus. His former Secretary walking down the hall with a cup of coffee.

<p class="MsoNormal">“… Sir?” the secretary sounded as he approached Samuel.

<p class="MsoNormal">The old imperial nodded slightly and quickly wrapped his arm around the agent.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Deroscus. I need you to do something for me.” Maybe this would work…

<p class="MsoNormal">Deroscus looked confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“B-But, weren’t you fired?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes. I was. But that doesn’t matter right now. What does matter right now is that my real name has been smeared all over the papers and the assassin, I’ve threatened to cut his balls off, is on the loose again.” The Old imperial hoped this would bring things in perspective

<p class="MsoNormal">The secretary looked over Samuel’s shoulder, looking out of no one saw them. But even then, he was not so sure.

<p class="MsoNormal">“By the nine… I don’t know… Can’t you ask for protection?” He sounded indecisive.

<p class="MsoNormal">“protection?” The former agent laughed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“My dear Deroscus, you know the Dark Brotherhood better than that don’t ya? You can have an Emperor under 24 hour surveillance, have guards at every opening, nook and cranny of the palace and STILL the dark brotherhood will find a way to kill him.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Then why are we needed?” Deroscus sounded annoyed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We… The Penitus Oculatus. Are damage control, and tutors if you will… We punish those who DO get caught, show them as the Vermin that they are.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Deroscus sighed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do you want?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel showed a relieved smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you remember the last order I gave you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The young agent hesitated at first but quickly enough found the answer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Euh.. Yes, yesterday night. I believe. You needed everything on the names, Kaizen had given us.”

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well? What did you find?” Samuel asked curiously.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I don’t exactly recall… It’s in the archives though…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You don’t recall?” The old Imperial sounded annoyed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hey! It was late! Can’t be expected to keep everything in mind. Certainly now that I’ve got your “replacer” bossing me around.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Villia Velantino?” Samuel asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">Deroscus shrugged.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I dunno…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“never mind. I just need to get in the archives then.” The objective shifted back to the door.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can’t you ope-“

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel was quickly turned around by Deroscus when another person walked down the hall.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel looked a bit cross at his former secretary for pulling him like that, but slowly realised why as he saw who approached.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Speak of the cicero… Villia Velantino. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">A young brunette imperial walked closer to them. Her pretty young face was dossed in all sorts of make-up and perfumes, making her clearly visible and smell able from across the hall. She wore a sharp black uniform with what appeared to be Samuel’s old insignias.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good morning gentlemen.” She said with a smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good morning, ma’am.” Deroscus said with a slight bow.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel didn’t greet her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“oh I’m sorry… Just moving in.” She excused as her red lips forming a beautiful smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Haven’t had the chance to meet up with all the members of the staff.” She stuck her hand out to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m head of special operations. But you may call me Knight… Pleased to meet you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Samuel Selano… pleased to meet you, Villia” He said with a bitter face.

<p class="MsoNormal">When he had said his name, Knight’s smile quickly faded.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah… I see.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Just checking to see if everything is in order…” Samuel explained.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That won’t be necessary.” The new head of Special operations cut him off.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Everything is working just fine without you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel showed a sour smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Deroscus?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“yes, ma’am”

<p class="MsoNormal">“show mister Selano hear, the way out. I’m afraid he got lost…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“hehe, sure, ma’am.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Follow me Sam!” He sounded awfully chipper.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel shrugged and followed his former secretary.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh and Mr. Selano…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel turned around.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Your Skeleton key please…”

<p class="MsoNormal">With a faded grin the old imperial tossed the key to the newly appointed Ms. Knight, and walked out with Deroscus.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">“Deroscus?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmmyah?” The young imperial waited a bit for Samuel to catch up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t ever call me Sam again…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh… euh.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sigh Never mind, that doesn’t matter anymore… Now how am I going to get into those archives…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Deroscus sighed and held Samuel’s arm as he was just to pass him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait! Sa- Sir…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Tonight, I’ll be so happy to go back home I went and forgot my skeleton key.” He pressed something in Samuel’s hands.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Luckely… the next morning I’ll just find it on my desk. Must’ve just forgotten em’ that night.“

<p class="MsoNormal">Deroscus then shook Samuel’s hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good luck. Sir…” And walked back up. To his office.

<p class="MsoNormal">When Samuel looked back at his hand he saw it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Deroscus’ skeleton key…

<p class="MsoNormal">Before Deroscus had gone completely up the stairs, Samuel quickly said:

<p class="MsoNormal">“Deroscus!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The young man turned around.

<p class="MsoNormal">“… Thanks…”

<p class="MsoNormal">…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t mention it.” And walked back to his office.

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