Appointment of Demise...

[adamdouglasjr]

Adam sat at the dining room table, his papers placed to the side, and his vial of clear liquid no longer on the towel but emptied and washed. Placed in a small biohazard bag by the trash, the vial lay now, its stopper along side it. Phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, Adam let it ring as he gazed to the plain white coffee cup poised on the tips of his surgical gloved hand. His own coffee cup, ugly and too multicolored to possibly be appealing to anyone but himself, sat on the table, steam rising from the tea he'd made just a few moments ago.

His call would be polite and quick while Emma lay sleeping in the bedroom...

Sebastian Shaw's telephone rang casually on the other end, Adam smirking softly to his own devious plot....