The bearded man was pleased. Things were going good, good indeed.
He shuffled through his pants pocket, pulling out a flat silver watch, aged with time. Engraved on it, the letters AR.
Nodding his head he continued his journey. Walking past many men and women. Walking directly towards a high wall covered in white light. Never stopping, he simply walked right through the wall, the light seemed to engulf him. Waiting on the other side, a man whom he has known all his life. A man one could only wish to work with, let alone be respected by. His weathered features speaking volumes of his life, yet not even cracking the surface of the full story. His story.
"Sir." The bearded man began talking, his body straightening, showing his respect for the man only feet away from him.
"Yes, Reynolds, how are our guests?"
"Everything is going on schedule. Our weapons, technology made it impossible for them to fight back. They never knew what happened. And now they will not. Ever."
"Good job M'boy, good job. Your Father would be proud."
Reynolds held back emotion, just as he had learned while growing up, but the words spoken meant a great deal to him. The man speaking them, with his years of wisdom, learning, and discovery, the long thin scar on his left cheek showing his struggle.
"The technician should be finished any minute, than the power tests can begin."
"Lets see what our new 'players' are made of..."
[ 02-11-2002: Message edited by: GoozX ]
