Post by havlockvhett on Nov 18, 2010 20:46:40 GMT -8
A lush control freak. Who did this man think he was, Eliot Ness? Only he had access to crucial files? "I'll arrive early." Franz wished he had a hat to jam indignantly on his head, he made do with cinching his trench coat emphatically. "I'm sorry you can't trust your own men to do their jobs Commissioner." With that, he spun on heel and stormed out of the office, hair on end and teeth grinding away louder than band-saws.
The lay of the land had indeed been had, and the conclusion that the locals, at least the official locals, were damn useless to the point of being obstructions. Patience yes, and reputation. but he could always make a living as a mechanic, but the mystery man he hunted lived by the sword, and it would not stand to let him die by it. Not before he answered for murder. Gods he needed a drink.
The lay of the land had indeed been had, and the conclusion that the locals, at least the official locals, were damn useless to the point of being obstructions. Patience yes, and reputation. but he could always make a living as a mechanic, but the mystery man he hunted lived by the sword, and it would not stand to let him die by it. Not before he answered for murder. Gods he needed a drink.
