Untitled: Part I, Section II
He snorted. Yeah, the best they had and the only one they knew who didn't have anyone but the Agency. Where would he go? Yes, the best they had, but they could fire him and they would at the first sign of resistance. They knew he had nowhere else to go. Without the Agency he was practically homeless.
He sighed. He had been backed into a corner by his employers who were threatning him with the sword of loyalty. He twirled his pen. To sign or not to sign. He sighed again. The monotonous script of his contract blurred his vision. Six years of nothing but dedication and they hand him this double-edged blade. If he refused, he would lose everything he had worked so hard to achieve and if he accepted, he might as well put a sign that said 'coward' on his forehead. Cowards didn't survive long in his world. He was sure Burton heard his third sigh next door. Vulnerability didn't do so well either. He was disgusted with himself for letting a stupid order affect him like this. It was his job to follow them. He had sworn an oath.
With an irritated growl he slammed his pen, nib down, into the table with such force that it didn't come out when he withdrew his hand. He looked at it with an annoyed glare. Thinking was for the executives, his job was to follow orders and he was known for being damn good at it. He got up, walked away from his desk, shot the pitiful contract a last heated glance and walked out his office door.
He sighed. He had been backed into a corner by his employers who were threatning him with the sword of loyalty. He twirled his pen. To sign or not to sign. He sighed again. The monotonous script of his contract blurred his vision. Six years of nothing but dedication and they hand him this double-edged blade. If he refused, he would lose everything he had worked so hard to achieve and if he accepted, he might as well put a sign that said 'coward' on his forehead. Cowards didn't survive long in his world. He was sure Burton heard his third sigh next door. Vulnerability didn't do so well either. He was disgusted with himself for letting a stupid order affect him like this. It was his job to follow them. He had sworn an oath.
With an irritated growl he slammed his pen, nib down, into the table with such force that it didn't come out when he withdrew his hand. He looked at it with an annoyed glare. Thinking was for the executives, his job was to follow orders and he was known for being damn good at it. He got up, walked away from his desk, shot the pitiful contract a last heated glance and walked out his office door.
posted by Arien | Tuesday, September 20, 2005
1 Comments:
Aw, thanks man!
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