She died a few years ago, after Elijah took full share in the company they'd built out here. I attended the service, but you can't exactly mourn someone whose only real relationship to you's the expectations they have.
[As they get closer to the tower, it becomes clear that this isn't so much a town as it is a complex, and a sterile one at that, all spread out from the base of the main structure. There don't seem to be any signs of life, just the dull back and forth of automated trucks with no operators. It all blends in with the scenery from further away, save for the tower proper.
A massive, smooth gate lies in front of the entry road, flanked by men in dark uniforms. He rolls down his window and looks out at the one on his side, and his tone grows chilly, clinical, almost robotic.]
ID number 313 248 317, Connor Stern. I'm escorting a witness under protective custody, and requesting medical attention code 1310, nonfatal.
[Definitely not standard police, and definitely another layer of weird to deepen the alarm surrounding Connor's everything.
When they're allowed past, the gate in front of them sinks into the road itself. He rolls his window up and breathes a sigh of relief. They'd be able to put Sean up without incident.]
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31/10/18 06:28 (UTC)[As they get closer to the tower, it becomes clear that this isn't so much a town as it is a complex, and a sterile one at that, all spread out from the base of the main structure. There don't seem to be any signs of life, just the dull back and forth of automated trucks with no operators. It all blends in with the scenery from further away, save for the tower proper.
A massive, smooth gate lies in front of the entry road, flanked by men in dark uniforms. He rolls down his window and looks out at the one on his side, and his tone grows chilly, clinical, almost robotic.]
ID number 313 248 317, Connor Stern. I'm escorting a witness under protective custody, and requesting medical attention code 1310, nonfatal.
[Definitely not standard police, and definitely another layer of weird to deepen the alarm surrounding Connor's everything.
When they're allowed past, the gate in front of them sinks into the road itself. He rolls his window up and breathes a sigh of relief. They'd be able to put Sean up without incident.]