Departure || Noemory || Dec 9th
[To most, today is a day like any other day at San Juan. The predictable warmth and dampness, the same sway of tree leaves against the same type of breeze that can almost be counted as reliable in the way it sweeps across the well-maintained lawn that spans much of the estates. To the owner of Light Enterprise, it is the end of a chapter. What was originally meant to be a temporary playground for the purpose of experiment and revenge had turned into the proverbial springboard for something far grander, as Emory found himself playing against a force greater at work, becoming a target for elimination himself before the table is turned, paving the way for the control and authority of the ultimate power at Crowne.
Standing at the doorway of his soon-to-be former domicile at Orenda Estates, slate blue eyes scan the almost vacant villa. The stingrays, jellyfish, and electric eels have long been donated to Orenda for a small up-and-coming aquarium, all that remained now are small containers of fire accelerants placed at various corners of the building, props - as Emory would call them - for a final show should his neighbor chooses to agree to a new venture. Certain that everything has been set in place, the owner of Light Enterprise turns his attention to the lengthy figure next to him.]
Do you have everything you need, Mr. Romo?
