Dangerous Secrets
The sound of footsteps bounced off of nearly every building in the surrounding area. It was a pleasant change of pace to head out as Descole, something welcomed and most certainly freeing. Descole did not follow the rules as Desmond did. He was acrobatic, alluring, a break in his personality. Not to mention, he needed him to get some work done. He knew that Targent had been following him for some time now, and he needed to...take care of a little problem he had with them. What exactly happened wasn't important, what was important was that he had gotten rid of the little pests himself. He would be free for a short amount of time to get to his next destination. The night was slowly dying, and he knew he would need to head back to the Bostonius soon. Desmond was a man who needed his sleep, and God knows he wouldn't function without at least eight hours. Not to mention he had more than just Raymond waiting back at the ship. He didn't know why she was still there, Moon. It was supposed to be a short time experience. She would be with him for a short while and then she would leave. He was an archaeologist, a busy man. And he was alright with her being around when things were slow but as soon as he really started picking up work she would be gone. That...was obviously not the case. She still remained on the ship, helping him, spending good times with him and making memories. And she was in danger.
Moon could obviously care for herself, he saw that, but Targent was no organization to screw around with unless you knew what you were doing. They took two innocent lives, and God knows how many more they would be willing to take all for their final goal. Of course...he was no better. Descole had done many horrible things himself, created weapons of mass destruction all to further his studies. He didn't claim to be a saint, a good guy. He just needed to get his revenge and stop them. He enjoyed the silence of the night, the abandoned and empty streets as all slumbered. He had done a lot on this quiet night, through both the rain and cold temperatures. And now he was finally back to his makeshift home, crimson eyes peering over the beauty behind a white mask. With a sliver of a smirk on his tanned face, he picked up his feet once more, and silently slipped past the door. Another successful night. Now he just needed to change quietly and head to bed.
