Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2011 12:39:00 GMT 9.5
Declan walked into the guest quarters were he would be living for the next few days until he returned to his Sanctuary, and sat down in one of the well-padded cupped seats with a sigh. The seat offered a spectacular view of the gardens and the Old City beyond the outermost walls of the Sanctuary, but tonight he was so tired he hardly noticed. He stared lankly out the window as he reviewed the last 14 hours in his head. It was amazing to him that this morning, he had been in London, England and now, less the 12 hours later, here he was, a 2 days ahead of schedule, in the Old City Sanctuary. In one day, helped Magnus deal with an unexpected ad ill-timed communications blackout and rescue an Abnormal, whose abilities were unheard of and extremely powerful. We better make sure that Tesla doesn't get his hands on Michael any time soon. Who knows what that man could do given his, albeit brief, forays with magnetic fields. The last time he had heard, Tesla had been revamped, but before that he had had a brief experience with EM fields. If he got his hands on Michael, Tesla might try to implement some of the more drastic ideas that he himself had been unable to do.
With a shake of his head, Declan got ready to go to bed, but first he sent a quick message off to D'Anna, his medical scientist, asking about his men who had been injured during a mission yesterday. He turned back to the window, finally able to fully appreciate the view. As he turned to go to bed, his phone vibrated. Thinking it was D'Anna, he picked it up, but instead it was one of his contacts from the UN, one of the few still returning his calls. He quickly read the message, then put the phone down and climbed into bed. The issue wasn't pressing and was one of the few things he could deal with in the morning. For now, he needed sleep.
With a shake of his head, Declan got ready to go to bed, but first he sent a quick message off to D'Anna, his medical scientist, asking about his men who had been injured during a mission yesterday. He turned back to the window, finally able to fully appreciate the view. As he turned to go to bed, his phone vibrated. Thinking it was D'Anna, he picked it up, but instead it was one of his contacts from the UN, one of the few still returning his calls. He quickly read the message, then put the phone down and climbed into bed. The issue wasn't pressing and was one of the few things he could deal with in the morning. For now, he needed sleep.