Comments | knew_youdlikeit: Here for work and nothing more

knew_youdlikeit

Here for work and nothing more

Aug 10, 2010 14:29

[This kicks off a new verse to be played out with notacargojet]Xander had had better days. He had seen more action. But, he had assigned jobs. Assigning himself the job of protecting Nathan should he/if he/when he inevitably found out wasn't the most inspired choice. Alcohol was brought out quickly. Magic hadn't done the best job. It hadn't affected Nathan. So ( Read more... )

verse: politically correct, who: nathan petrelli

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notacargojet August 10 2010, 18:55:04 UTC

Nathan was standing by the window, looking outside. When Xander spoke he glanced back at him and nodded. His eyes narrowed. "Get off my desk," he said irritably.

He didn't like this. Knowing that someone in his staff was using magic to hurt people... Christ. It sounded crazy, but he trusted Xander.

More or less.

He'd trusted his interns as well. Maybe not state-secrets and life-story trust, but trust nonetheless. They'd been close to him, checking his paperwork, fetching him coffee.

This seemed so... random. Out of nowhere. He sighed and turned back to the window.

knew_youdlikeit August 10 2010, 18:58:17 UTC

"Huffy," he balked, humoring the politician and moving to his chair, choosing to sit in that. He would deal. Sighing, he laid his head back. Checking his phone again, he made sure that he hadn't missed any calls. Nope, he hadn't. Shaking he head, he turned to face Nathan.

"We'll know something soon enough."

notacargojet August 10 2010, 19:08:35 UTC

A frown crossed his face as he noticed someone in the street staring up at the building. It was too far for him to recognize the person, but it made him nervous. An assassination attempt didn't have to be tied in with this thing at all to be effective.

So luckily he was stepping aside from the window when it exploded in a rush of flame. He threw himself flat on the floor and scrambled behind the desk. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he shouted.

knew_youdlikeit August 10 2010, 19:12:18 UTC

As Nathan stepped in front of the window, Xander got a call, answering it quickly. "Yeah?" he asked, standing up. "Wait a minute. Slow down. You did what? You lost track of-" But the sentence was interrupted by the flame shot through the window.

Going into action right up, he hit the deck and pulled Nate behind the desk before bringing the cell phone back to his ear.

"No, it as the sound of a fireball -- it - what?" Eyes going wide, he put his cell phone away and dragged Nate up to his feet. "We have to run."

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