Post by Aron "Fox" O'Shae on Nov 23, 2009 23:18:56 GMT -5
Fox panted hard and pressed his back up against the hard wooden door of the tower, cracking it open a bit so he could watch the blues run by. They thought they were still chasing him, but he had managed to duck into the derelict clock tower without them seeing. He took a deep breath and walked further into the tower, his two-toned eyes darting around, looking for any sign of danger. They found none, and he jogged up the stairs to the platform overlooking the city. He reached the platform and sat with his back against the strong wall of the tower and let the soft breeze toss his hair. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the two items the cops were chasing after. The first was a journal from a politician close to Joshua Troye, the other also a politician’s journal, this time from someone close to Shane West.
“Let’s see,” he said to himself, “what the two of you are hiding.” Fox proceeded to flip through the two journals, looking for any connection to certain goings-on in the city recently. His eyes intensely scanned the page; one a stormy, sad grey and the other a bright gold. He turned page after page, desperate to find something, anything that could explain what the hell had been going on. He turned to the last page and read it carefully. Finding nothing, he closed the journals and set them aside, letting a disappointed sigh escape his lips.
“Well,” he said as he glanced out across the city, “looks like all that B&E was for nothing. Guess I’ll be getting some visits soon.” Fox knew stealing the journals was risky. By now, both the Reds and the Greens had probably gotten wind of the incidents and were racing to get both journals for themselves. He sighed once again, stood up, stretched, and walked back into the tower. As he was about to descend the stairs, he heard the doors creak open below him. He squatted down and peered over the edge of the inner platform, staring intently at the figure that had just entered.
“Let’s see,” he said to himself, “what the two of you are hiding.” Fox proceeded to flip through the two journals, looking for any connection to certain goings-on in the city recently. His eyes intensely scanned the page; one a stormy, sad grey and the other a bright gold. He turned page after page, desperate to find something, anything that could explain what the hell had been going on. He turned to the last page and read it carefully. Finding nothing, he closed the journals and set them aside, letting a disappointed sigh escape his lips.
“Well,” he said as he glanced out across the city, “looks like all that B&E was for nothing. Guess I’ll be getting some visits soon.” Fox knew stealing the journals was risky. By now, both the Reds and the Greens had probably gotten wind of the incidents and were racing to get both journals for themselves. He sighed once again, stood up, stretched, and walked back into the tower. As he was about to descend the stairs, he heard the doors creak open below him. He squatted down and peered over the edge of the inner platform, staring intently at the figure that had just entered.