Author Topic: The Wolf's Den (Read 1400 times)

Tratpan · « **on:** August 04, 2009, 08:08:03 am »

Ominous clouds slowly departed, revealing the moon in the night’s sky, distant echoes was humming another unsung tune of death, and lurking shadows danced around every corner.

In the distance, high above the battered streets, the warm alluring aroma of alcohol comforted the mind of Tratpan as he savoured memories of recent events:
~ Agents that remains missing
~ Defected Agents that no longer belong in BD or FF
~ Armies of the living dead that plague the world
~ Petty missions from Nastya’s holdout
~ The fallen empires
While Tratpan sat to next window, enjoying the company of solitude, reminiscing in the cool breeze creeping through the cracks of the window. A familiar voice derailed his thoughts with the word “Flapjacks”. The word reminded him of London, the lost kingdom he once called home and the family he had lost.
Tratpan returned to his original thoughts and gazed upon the pale illumination of moonlight, as he looked up at the moon, a strong presence was close by. Anticipating the stranger, Tratpan looked up at the moon asked a question aloud to confirm who it was...
"It's beautiful...isn't it?" Said Tratpan

A dark figure crept within Tratpan’s peripheral vision, Flynn Taggart responded.
"Indeed it is." As Flynn sat down at the table.

Flynn began to make small talk, but Tratpan only responded with conversation killing answers. Tratpan wasn’t at all unsociable, he prefers to listen and avoid any attention as he sat quietly and enjoyed Flynn’s down to earth commentary.
There were many moments of awaked silences as bystanders like Viktor went by barely unnoticed. Until that is, when James handed something to Flynn, the mood lifted and Flynn was cheerfully ranting about Sean when Ryan’s presence beside the bar got Flynn's attention.

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