Post by Magda on Nov 4, 2011 16:40:02 GMT -5
Magda kinda wished she still had her motorbike; roaring up to the front doors of the mall, dismounting and kicking out the bike stand and exploding into the foyer was a far more dramatic way to begin the evening than walking across the car park, giving a casual salute to the winking light of a rifle scope on the roof that signalled the position of a sniper.
When she wasn’t calmly peppered with bullets by the time she was a hundred feet from the main entrance, she assumed the sniper either recognised her or could smell her and knew she wasn’t an enemy, and she pushed open the cool glass doors to the mall and strode calmly into the foyer.
She stood by the fountain in the centre of the hallway for a few seconds, her head tipped back as she searched for movement and scented the air for fellows. When she was fairly confident that the residents of the base were elsewhere in the building, she set a slim folder down on the edge of the fountain, shrugged off her leather motorbike jacket and stripped off the large woollen sweater, just to make herself at home.
She picked up the ring binder again and, thumbing through the contents, standing by the fountain, she let out quite the casual howl. The sound of her call was one characteristic only to her, and the sound of it echoed through long, empty hallways, bounced from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, and reverberated throughout the whole building.
She flipped a page.
Quiet rippled through the building for a moment as those inside heard her call, before going back to what they were doing.
It wasn’t a call for them. It wasn’t even a call for Strike alone. It was a call for Moonshallows.
She was here to speak to the Alpha, certainly, but she was also here to seek a favour of a certain Kragarian, but this time that Kragarian wasn’t Strike. Magda was here looking for Connor as well.
When she wasn’t calmly peppered with bullets by the time she was a hundred feet from the main entrance, she assumed the sniper either recognised her or could smell her and knew she wasn’t an enemy, and she pushed open the cool glass doors to the mall and strode calmly into the foyer.
She stood by the fountain in the centre of the hallway for a few seconds, her head tipped back as she searched for movement and scented the air for fellows. When she was fairly confident that the residents of the base were elsewhere in the building, she set a slim folder down on the edge of the fountain, shrugged off her leather motorbike jacket and stripped off the large woollen sweater, just to make herself at home.
She picked up the ring binder again and, thumbing through the contents, standing by the fountain, she let out quite the casual howl. The sound of her call was one characteristic only to her, and the sound of it echoed through long, empty hallways, bounced from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, and reverberated throughout the whole building.
She flipped a page.
Quiet rippled through the building for a moment as those inside heard her call, before going back to what they were doing.
It wasn’t a call for them. It wasn’t even a call for Strike alone. It was a call for Moonshallows.
She was here to speak to the Alpha, certainly, but she was also here to seek a favour of a certain Kragarian, but this time that Kragarian wasn’t Strike. Magda was here looking for Connor as well.