Below The Soul [c]
Dec 27, 2014 20:40:33 GMT -5
Post by »Vexation on Dec 27, 2014 20:40:33 GMT -5
What am I doing? The question must have been repeated a hundred times in his head by the time he made it into the city, the words engraved into the very matter of his brain. It was ridiculous to even think about, this task he had set for himself. And he must have been insane for actually following through with it. After all, it wasn't as if it were his responsibility, his duty to deliver the warning. In fact, it went against everything he believed in. And he wondered, really wondered, if by doing what he was planning he would be commiting treason.
No, he wouldn't believe that. For although he shouldn't be doing what he planned, he still had every intention of doing the job that the police force required of him. The meeting he was seeking unannounced would not change the fact that he was an Officer, and would follow through with his duties no matter what.
The sun was shining but the sidewalks were wet, rain having fallen not ten minutes past. The clouds were moving off though and a subtle vapor curled up from the cracked pavement as it heated. The air was still, stagnant and oppressive, and his thick coat made traveling during midday somewhat uncomfortable. He had made good progress while still near the outskirts of the city, but among the buildings where the inanimate objects of human creation still lingered his gait slowed, from both the heat and the increasing weight of guilt on his mind.
He did not intend to make a building by building search, but as he passed the warehouse he veered toward it without thinking. A reprieve from the air outside was more then welcome, and he only vaguely considered the fact that he was trying to buy himself time to think before waltzing into the enemy's lair. Pushing inside he moved away from the door and put the nearest wall at his back, pausing to let his eyes adjust to the sudden gloom as he wondered once again what he was doing.