Grimdark XI Caesar

Mar 04, 2011 23:51

A steady presence on the edge of his senses, a sense of someone being there, someone he could place and identify and perhaps may never be able to not identify. Caesar lifted his head to stare across the three miles and turned on the radio.

"Top floor, eastern wing, fifth room from the big tower on the side facing north. And try to keep it quick and simple alright?"

"Got it."

Caesar shifted uneasily as the radio crackled with bits of french songs, and a whisper of Matthieu. He didn't want to work with that crazy man, but Alfred had called in a favor and it wasn't as if he didn't want his friends out that horrible prison.

The company could have been nicer.

"Thanks Silverberg." The radio shut off and Caesar felt the action from afar, Alfred meeting Matthew and the creepy frenchman meeting them and then shooting off down the hall.

His work was done and he stood, stowing the radio in a bag and shoving both hands deep in his pockets as he strolled away. He'd take a convoluted route back to the base and with any luck Matt would be safe and asleep by the time he was there. He hated to see what the welcome would be like after so many years.

grimdark, xi, fanfiction, caesar

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