Patrollogs
(Legion's bribery attempt)
[Tue Jan 23 2024]
On Warden's Way Piercing the Wood to Reveal the White Oak Institute
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is afternoon, about 6F(-14C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
"Mmm," Solomon tells Rachel. "Something like that," he explains. "One of the things the firm does is act as someone's advocate," he explains, stepping out of the car. He tells the driver to wait, looking around: and when he spots medical examiner, who appears to be hanging around very shadily, he approaches. "Ah, doctor," he says. "The firm received the... revisions... to the death certificate," he tells the man. A hand is extended -- Rachel might be able to see folded bills in it. "We appreciate your prompt attention. I know you are very busy." There's a frown as the man hands the money back.
Digging a wallet out of Solomon's coat, me produces several more bills, and there's a hard, flinty look at someone. "I do not appreciate you changing the terms of our agreement," he tells the man, his voice low. "The next time I may find it wise to change the terms myself." The threat is barely concealed: if it is wrapped in a velvet glove, the pile is so bare as to see the steel beneath. It's a thin-lipped smile, and then Solomon turns to Rachel. "I'm sorry about that," he tells her. "Shall we return to the office?"
Digging a wallet out of Solomon's coat, me produces several more bills, and there's a hard, flinty look at the medical examiner. "I do not appreciate you changing the terms of our agreement," he tells the man, his voice low. "The next time I may find it wise to change the terms myself." The threat is barely concealed: if it is wrapped in a velvet glove, the pile is so bare as to see the steel beneath. It's a thin-lipped smile, and then Solomon turns to Rachel. "I'm sorry about that," he tells her. "Shall we return to the office?"
Digging a wallet out of Solomon's coat, the lawyer produces several more bills, and there's a hard, flinty look at the medical examiner. "I do not appreciate you changing the terms of our agreement," he tells the man, his voice low. "The next time I may find it wise to change the terms myself." The threat is barely concealed: if it is wrapped in a velvet glove, the pile is so bare as to see the steel beneath. It's a thin-lipped smile, and then Solomon turns to Rachel. "I'm sorry about that," he tells her. "Shall we return to the office?"
Solomon says "We need collectively to gather resources, I think. I found the gate to the Other this morning."
Solomons Bribery Attempt 240124
(Legion's bribery attempt)
[Tue Jan 23 2024]
On Warden's Way Piercing the Wood to Reveal the White Oak Institute
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is afternoon, about 6F(-14C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
"Mmm," Solomon tells Rachel. "Something like that," he explains. "One of the things the firm does is act as someone's advocate," he explains, stepping out of the car. He tells the driver to wait, looking around: and when he spots medical examiner, who appears to be hanging around very shadily, he approaches. "Ah, doctor," he says. "The firm received the... revisions... to the death certificate," he tells the man. A hand is extended -- Rachel might be able to see folded bills in it. "We appreciate your prompt attention. I know you are very busy." There's a frown as the man hands the money back.
Digging a wallet out of Solomon's coat, me produces several more bills, and there's a hard, flinty look at someone. "I do not appreciate you changing the terms of our agreement," he tells the man, his voice low. "The next time I may find it wise to change the terms myself." The threat is barely concealed: if it is wrapped in a velvet glove, the pile is so bare as to see the steel beneath. It's a thin-lipped smile, and then Solomon turns to Rachel. "I'm sorry about that," he tells her. "Shall we return to the office?"
Digging a wallet out of Solomon's coat, me produces several more bills, and there's a hard, flinty look at the medical examiner. "I do not appreciate you changing the terms of our agreement," he tells the man, his voice low. "The next time I may find it wise to change the terms myself." The threat is barely concealed: if it is wrapped in a velvet glove, the pile is so bare as to see the steel beneath. It's a thin-lipped smile, and then Solomon turns to Rachel. "I'm sorry about that," he tells her. "Shall we return to the office?"
Digging a wallet out of Solomon's coat, the lawyer produces several more bills, and there's a hard, flinty look at the medical examiner. "I do not appreciate you changing the terms of our agreement," he tells the man, his voice low. "The next time I may find it wise to change the terms myself." The threat is barely concealed: if it is wrapped in a velvet glove, the pile is so bare as to see the steel beneath. It's a thin-lipped smile, and then Solomon turns to Rachel. "I'm sorry about that," he tells her. "Shall we return to the office?"
Solomon says "We need collectively to gather resources, I think. I found the gate to the Other this morning."