Post by Lord Bromosalino on Aug 27, 2012 22:26:48 GMT -5
Folders and papers had completely commanded every square inch of the large, wooden desk, completely covering the dark wood with endless files, updates, and profiles. Atop the mountain of data, three folders were stacked above the rest, opened, revealing their contents. The middle one was less full than the other two, and was really of no real interest to the six foot eight, new director of Cipher Pol 9; Commodore Ralph Slate. The middle file contained only a few pages, detailing the profile and efforts of the second Director who had taken over since Spandam’s leave from the agency. This Director’s efforts, as honest as they had been, had been quite unsatisfactory, leaving the ‘Higher Ups’ with no other option but to replace her with Director Slate. However, the first folder had been a completely different story. A man only known by the name as the Director, even to the World Government, had consumed the current Director’s mind as he labored over his profile and data for countless hours. Though he too had ultimately failed, he had managed to produce two candidates of considerable potential. Yet, it was his unquenchable ambition that had led to his demise, very much like the former Director Spandam.
The third file contained a few papers as the second had, and held the information of one of the potential candidate, one who seemed to be able to go the farthest with this program; Demetri Latvidas. He, along with the other candidate, had managed to complete the training that the first Director had started. As a result, Mr. Latvidas had been equipped with the deadly, though incomplete, Shigan. This accomplishment, in and of itself, was quite commendable. However, the rising CP9 trainee had all the right qualities that Ralph Slate could have hoped for, something he saw lacking in the other candidate; coldness, emptiness. He was a killer, devoid of any emotion, distancing himself from anything that would hinder him. His profile had been quite a good read, especially the part where Demetri had killed his own friend for aiding pirates. That, then, was what had made Demetri so suited to the program.
With a sigh, the mammoth of a man leaned back into his cushioned chair, the legs creaking ever so slightly as he did. The heat on this island had become unbearable, yet he would continue to humor his obsession; smoking, which only made his tent even more stuffy. With a click, click, fst, the silver lighter had produced a spark, igniting the cigarette. With a puff, the man set about his work once more, aware of the six eyes that watched his every movements. The ever faithful twins of the first Director, Fae and Mae, had remained with Ralph, almost as if they were waiting, hoping for their beloved Director to return. Once it had been clear that he would most certainly not be returning, they continued to follow Ralph regardless. Not that they had taken a great liking to them, but rather, or so he thought, that they enjoyed the special status that came along with being the personal aide to the Director. However, it was the older set of eyes that made Ralph Slate uneasy, though it was most certainly not out of fear. Grandmaster Roku, though he would never tolerate any person of any rank speak his name aloud, sat crouched on a chair, always watching the Director work. Like all the ninjas of Crysiland Island, he was clad in black clothing, his lower face covered as well. The Grandmaster had been here for countless years, some claiming that he had been here for over one-hundred years. Two years ago, when Ralph Slate had first come to the island, the Grandmaster had supervised his own training, though neither had any love for each other. If anything, there was a mutual respect of sorts. Still, having the Grandmaster watch his every movements, as if he were still a student, made the Director uneasy. In fact, both of the previous Director’s had commented on Grandmaster Roku’s unnerving presence, though nothing would be done; he was far to valuable and knowledgeable to be dismissed or corrected in a way that might have provoked him.
Click, Click, Fst, Click, Click
Open, close, open, light, close, open, close. A sure sign that their Director was agitated, though it was probably just the heat. They were really in a dry spell. The inseparable duo glanced at each other, though neither spoke. Just as the new Director hadn’t been used to their ever present company, they too hadn’t felt fully comfortable around him as well. At least, though, that wretched candidate Natalia would no longer be able to steal their beloved Director’s attention away from them.
Slam!
His eyes were too sore to be continuously studying the endless reports, evident by the faint black marks under the brown eyes. Closing the heavy folders abruptly, another long puff was taken on the burning cigarette, as a few ashes fell to the floor. Waving away the trio as if they were nothing but tiny, black flies, a special annoyance of island, the Director made it clear that he was in no mood to be stared at for countless hours. With a grimace, or so the Director had imagined would be under the cloth coverings, the two female ninja followed their master into the heat, obviously annoyed of being shooed out of the comfort of the shade that the tent had provided. Before Fae…or was it Mae? He still couldn’t be sure. Either way, before the last one was fully outside of the tent flaps, the Director called out after her, a tone of weariness present in his voice.
“Send in Mr. Latvidas.
Two weeks on this island, and he was already weary. It was no wonder that the previous Directors spoke of weariness so often in the confides of their reports.
The third file contained a few papers as the second had, and held the information of one of the potential candidate, one who seemed to be able to go the farthest with this program; Demetri Latvidas. He, along with the other candidate, had managed to complete the training that the first Director had started. As a result, Mr. Latvidas had been equipped with the deadly, though incomplete, Shigan. This accomplishment, in and of itself, was quite commendable. However, the rising CP9 trainee had all the right qualities that Ralph Slate could have hoped for, something he saw lacking in the other candidate; coldness, emptiness. He was a killer, devoid of any emotion, distancing himself from anything that would hinder him. His profile had been quite a good read, especially the part where Demetri had killed his own friend for aiding pirates. That, then, was what had made Demetri so suited to the program.
With a sigh, the mammoth of a man leaned back into his cushioned chair, the legs creaking ever so slightly as he did. The heat on this island had become unbearable, yet he would continue to humor his obsession; smoking, which only made his tent even more stuffy. With a click, click, fst, the silver lighter had produced a spark, igniting the cigarette. With a puff, the man set about his work once more, aware of the six eyes that watched his every movements. The ever faithful twins of the first Director, Fae and Mae, had remained with Ralph, almost as if they were waiting, hoping for their beloved Director to return. Once it had been clear that he would most certainly not be returning, they continued to follow Ralph regardless. Not that they had taken a great liking to them, but rather, or so he thought, that they enjoyed the special status that came along with being the personal aide to the Director. However, it was the older set of eyes that made Ralph Slate uneasy, though it was most certainly not out of fear. Grandmaster Roku, though he would never tolerate any person of any rank speak his name aloud, sat crouched on a chair, always watching the Director work. Like all the ninjas of Crysiland Island, he was clad in black clothing, his lower face covered as well. The Grandmaster had been here for countless years, some claiming that he had been here for over one-hundred years. Two years ago, when Ralph Slate had first come to the island, the Grandmaster had supervised his own training, though neither had any love for each other. If anything, there was a mutual respect of sorts. Still, having the Grandmaster watch his every movements, as if he were still a student, made the Director uneasy. In fact, both of the previous Director’s had commented on Grandmaster Roku’s unnerving presence, though nothing would be done; he was far to valuable and knowledgeable to be dismissed or corrected in a way that might have provoked him.
Click, Click, Fst, Click, Click
Open, close, open, light, close, open, close. A sure sign that their Director was agitated, though it was probably just the heat. They were really in a dry spell. The inseparable duo glanced at each other, though neither spoke. Just as the new Director hadn’t been used to their ever present company, they too hadn’t felt fully comfortable around him as well. At least, though, that wretched candidate Natalia would no longer be able to steal their beloved Director’s attention away from them.
Slam!
His eyes were too sore to be continuously studying the endless reports, evident by the faint black marks under the brown eyes. Closing the heavy folders abruptly, another long puff was taken on the burning cigarette, as a few ashes fell to the floor. Waving away the trio as if they were nothing but tiny, black flies, a special annoyance of island, the Director made it clear that he was in no mood to be stared at for countless hours. With a grimace, or so the Director had imagined would be under the cloth coverings, the two female ninja followed their master into the heat, obviously annoyed of being shooed out of the comfort of the shade that the tent had provided. Before Fae…or was it Mae? He still couldn’t be sure. Either way, before the last one was fully outside of the tent flaps, the Director called out after her, a tone of weariness present in his voice.
“Send in Mr. Latvidas.
Two weeks on this island, and he was already weary. It was no wonder that the previous Directors spoke of weariness so often in the confides of their reports.