Ep. 2 - Best Kept Secret - (Closed)
Feb 9, 2015 22:36:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 22:36:13 GMT -5
Takes place on Week 2, Day 1!
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Whatever their destination was, it was a little off the grid.
The Nevada desert whirred past the windows of the silver sedan as it sped along the highway. The morning sun was already well over the horizon; it shone down from the cloudless blue sky and beamed through the windshield of the car, warm and bright.
Outside, the landscape was wild and lonely. Sun-baked earth and towering red-banded mesas stretched from horizon to horizon in all directions. The highway wound through them in leisurely curves. So far they had passed only one other car heading in the opposite direction: something green and sporty, blasting away towards Las Vegas. Other than that they were alone.
The solitude did not seem to bother Agent Fowler. He was relaxed as he drove, steering with one hand while with the other he drank from a thermos of coffee. The radio was on but turned down low, while his luxury sedan's air conditioning hummed in the background.
He had said little about where they were going. In fact, the big man had said virtually nothing since they had left the Black Rock military base earlier that morning. He did not seem the sort of man who was uncomfortable with long periods of silence, as if conversation was something he tolerated when necessary. He drove distractedly, his mind elsewhere.
Agent Fowler was something of a mystery. He was not regular military, that much was known. Common scuttlebutt said that he was an agent for the CIA, or maybe for the Defense Intelligence Agency. No one could say for sure. All that was known was that those who were picked to serve beneath him had distinguished themselves as being among the best trained in their fields - and were rarely seen by their former colleagues after that. Whatever their assignment was, it was a one of the military's best kept secrets.
Whatever Agent Fowler's department was, all that mattered was that he was a high-ranking authority -
- and now Nell's Collin's direct superior.
Without warning, Fowler stuck his thermos in the cup holder in the central dash and leaned back in his leather seat.
"Tell me about yourself, Collins," he said. His eyes did not leave the road as he spoke. "How do you find Jasper so far?"
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Whatever their destination was, it was a little off the grid.
The Nevada desert whirred past the windows of the silver sedan as it sped along the highway. The morning sun was already well over the horizon; it shone down from the cloudless blue sky and beamed through the windshield of the car, warm and bright.
Outside, the landscape was wild and lonely. Sun-baked earth and towering red-banded mesas stretched from horizon to horizon in all directions. The highway wound through them in leisurely curves. So far they had passed only one other car heading in the opposite direction: something green and sporty, blasting away towards Las Vegas. Other than that they were alone.
The solitude did not seem to bother Agent Fowler. He was relaxed as he drove, steering with one hand while with the other he drank from a thermos of coffee. The radio was on but turned down low, while his luxury sedan's air conditioning hummed in the background.
He had said little about where they were going. In fact, the big man had said virtually nothing since they had left the Black Rock military base earlier that morning. He did not seem the sort of man who was uncomfortable with long periods of silence, as if conversation was something he tolerated when necessary. He drove distractedly, his mind elsewhere.
Agent Fowler was something of a mystery. He was not regular military, that much was known. Common scuttlebutt said that he was an agent for the CIA, or maybe for the Defense Intelligence Agency. No one could say for sure. All that was known was that those who were picked to serve beneath him had distinguished themselves as being among the best trained in their fields - and were rarely seen by their former colleagues after that. Whatever their assignment was, it was a one of the military's best kept secrets.
Whatever Agent Fowler's department was, all that mattered was that he was a high-ranking authority -
- and now Nell's Collin's direct superior.
Without warning, Fowler stuck his thermos in the cup holder in the central dash and leaned back in his leather seat.
"Tell me about yourself, Collins," he said. His eyes did not leave the road as he spoke. "How do you find Jasper so far?"