Post by Wolf on May 27, 2007 11:30:25 GMT -5
(Three days later, Wolf emerges from a diner and walks down the street. Wolf passes by a store with dozens of televisions in the windowsill. They're all on differerent channels, but one catches his eye.)
Reporter: Two hundred and sixty-five confirmed dead and another forty-two in critical condition from the "Fairbanks Massacre." Homeland Security Director Thomas Kutal comments.
(Wolf's eyes grow large as he sees Kutal standing in front of a podium and speaking about the massacre. His head is still bandaged, but that doesn't help ease Wolf.)
Wolf: Damn. Weapon X must go further down the rabbit hole than I thought.
(Wolf turns from the display and walks away. As he does his thoughts drift to Elizabeth and how she's doing. It had been five days since he had been "killed." He could only wonder what she was going through. But his instincts told him to go to her. Moreover he realized he loved her and he didn't want to be separated from her.
Wolf touched his nose again. His slashes were healing nicely, but they had formed mildly irritating scabs that he wanted to scratch. He shook his head and drank some of coffee. As he continued down the street, duffel bag and Weapon X jacket on his person, he concluded he would see her before the day was over. But it had to be somewhere public. Wolf grinned and stepped into the street. He raised a hand and a bright yellow taxi for him. As he climbed in, he thought about how great it would be to see "Carina Van Dahl" again.)
Reporter: Two hundred and sixty-five confirmed dead and another forty-two in critical condition from the "Fairbanks Massacre." Homeland Security Director Thomas Kutal comments.
(Wolf's eyes grow large as he sees Kutal standing in front of a podium and speaking about the massacre. His head is still bandaged, but that doesn't help ease Wolf.)
Wolf: Damn. Weapon X must go further down the rabbit hole than I thought.
(Wolf turns from the display and walks away. As he does his thoughts drift to Elizabeth and how she's doing. It had been five days since he had been "killed." He could only wonder what she was going through. But his instincts told him to go to her. Moreover he realized he loved her and he didn't want to be separated from her.
Wolf touched his nose again. His slashes were healing nicely, but they had formed mildly irritating scabs that he wanted to scratch. He shook his head and drank some of coffee. As he continued down the street, duffel bag and Weapon X jacket on his person, he concluded he would see her before the day was over. But it had to be somewhere public. Wolf grinned and stepped into the street. He raised a hand and a bright yellow taxi for him. As he climbed in, he thought about how great it would be to see "Carina Van Dahl" again.)