Titan Posted May 29, 2012 Share Posted May 29, 2012 [[May 3, 1998 2:07pm EEST]] A well tanned young man reclined next to a pool of crystal water. Next to his chair was a glass table with a telephone, a laptop, and a stack of manila folders. His docksider shoes rested nearby, a wallet and some keys peeking out over the heel of the left. His legs crossed at the ankle and fine blond hairs ran a thick trail up to his khaki shorts. Bare-chested, with a mop of blonde curls above vintage sunshades, he smiled like a young god and reached for his glass. As he sipped his scotch, a wireless phone shrilled on the table next to him. Lazily he raised it to his ear. "Ja?" He sat up at the reply, grinning widely. He tossed the phone down next to him, and snatched the laptop computer from the side table. Fumbling a bit with the latch, he laughed, then opened the laptop and settled back. He propped his feet once again. Awkwardly, he slid his finger across the mousepad, then pecked at the button. His grin slipped, then returned as the program ran. A window opened and Six squares appeared on the screen. Icons, he thought. They are called icons. He chuckled. One of the icons, a rose, lit up briefly, and a voice came from the laptop's speakers. "Something amusing? Do tell," a woman with a lilting Irish accent. "You are the last to join, perhaps the reason we are waiting amuses you?" The grin slid from his face as though it were never there. He pushed the shades up into his hair, revealing astonishingly blue eyes. "Apologies. Der Computer ist not my friend." After a short pause, "Of course, forgive me for mentioning such a trifle." Another icon, an infinity symbol, lit briefly and a man spoke. "Mas rapido, por favor. I only have a few moments, I am otherwise engaged. However, I need to know if there are any results. Are there?" The grin returned, and he reached for the files. "Eleven, actually." He sorted through them quickly, discarding one, keeping one, then another. An icon of a martini glass glowed, a man's voice "Did you say... eleven?" He nodded and grinned wider, though he was aware they could not see him. He had whittled the stack to six. He weighed one against another for a second, then set one aside. "Ja, and they will all come in handy, I think. Most are still getting used to their new bodies, and some just aren't right for what you need, but I have five gut candidates." "Five?" again a man, an American, his icon a yawning lion, "In three weeks? I find that hard to swallow." "Adventurous?" the Infinity icon again, "Independant, but cooperative? Five? I asked for three." "What about the rest of them?" an empty icon, just a white square, glowed and an Eastern European woman spoke, "What will happen to them?" The young man frowned again, lightly, then spoke. "We'll see . Perhaps you would like to come and meet them? All of you should come." The infinity symbol glowed. "I must go, my friends. August, I trust your judgement. Send them to my man in Spain when they are ready." The icon disappeared. Two others winked out as well. The martini glass icon glowed, and the man sighed dramatically. "Is that all? I thought we were going to talk about her. Ah, well, next time then. Good work, August, truly." The martini icon winked out, and another disappeared. The only one remaining besides his own was the rose. It lighted as he considered it. "I'd like to visit, if you'll have me again." He leaned back into his chair and took up his glass. His smile grew speculative, and he lowered the shades back onto his eyes. "I would like nothing more. schöne Dame." After a long pause, the rose lit again. "I'll see you soon then." The rose icon disappeared. He closed the laptop, and looked again at the manila folders. He sighed. "Ach, how I envy you. But I cannot get sidetracked now." He set down his scotch and grabbed the phone from beside him. He pressed two buttons. "Bringen Sie mir Zahlen drei, vier, sechs, sieben und zehn," he said, "Sie wird ein Job angeboten werden, das ist alles, was Sie sagen. Versuchen Sie, sie nicht zu erschrecken." He hung up the phone, then laughed aloud. Bring me numbers three, four, six, seven and ten. You will be offered a job, that's all you should say. Try not to scare them. "Ah, but if you do scare them," he said to no one in particular, "then they aren't the right ones, anyway." He leaned back once again, contemplating the sun with his drink in hand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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