[Seekrit Mission!!!1omg]
Thick fingers drummed on an even thicker thigh as amber eyes stapled onto the memo pad on the kitchen table. Dante's chicken scratch scribble lined the paper, listing off the little details of his plan. A mission he'd given himself and labeled with the highest priority. This would make or break him. Make. He was really hoping of the 'make' part.
The two felines also within the Delacroix household watched vigilantly, eyeing the massive man before lowering watch to the pad of lined paper then the phone. Dante. Paper. Phone. Dante. Paper. Phone. Dante.
The man stood, nearly knocking down his chair in his change to pace the kitchen. Would it work? He had so much on this mission. On this plan. What if they found out? What if all of this was compromised before its time?
Courage. He was known for his bravery and his daring self. This would be a walk in the park compared to some of his previous works.
A hand picked up the receiver as his other digits dialed up the number for the Baxter Building.
The two felines also within the Delacroix household watched vigilantly, eyeing the massive man before lowering watch to the pad of lined paper then the phone. Dante. Paper. Phone. Dante. Paper. Phone. Dante.
The man stood, nearly knocking down his chair in his change to pace the kitchen. Would it work? He had so much on this mission. On this plan. What if they found out? What if all of this was compromised before its time?
Courage. He was known for his bravery and his daring self. This would be a walk in the park compared to some of his previous works.
A hand picked up the receiver as his other digits dialed up the number for the Baxter Building.