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WHO: Kaiba and Bakura
WHERE: Kaiba’s home office
WHEN: Monday, 1ish
WARNINGS: Light swearing.
SUMMARY: With Alastair out of commission due to brainwashing Bakura is desperate enough to ask Kaiba for assistance with hacking. At the same time Kaiba is dealing with day 2 of a mild case of Slade’s fear gas.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
For Kaiba to be exhausted from lack of sleep and on his 3rd cup of coffee by 1pm was not unusual. For that coffee to be having little to no effect was slightly less usual. What was completely unusual was to find him outside in the middle of a work day paying close attention to his comm.
All last night he was hearing things anytime he turned off the light. It was quiet, barely audible but he knew the voice. His brother had been calling for him and he didn’t know from where. Of course he had instantly sprung out of bed and checked the comm, but there was nothing there no voice post to explain and the sounds were gone. Once the light was out they returned again.
Not even he could work under those conditions. He could tell it wasn’t a dream, but there had to be a logical explanation for why it was happening. The most likely was that there was a voice post on the comm, but then why couldn’t he find it? Unless it was encrypted. Killing two birds with one stone he had gone around the city while trying to find any encryptions on the comm and break through them if he could. However it was bringing up nothing.
Far from giving up, but realizing that it was futile to run around the city without a direction, Kaiba returned to his office. It was better to work smart and fast than blindly. He arrived at his office some time after 1 and found his flustered secretary waiting for him.
“Ah, Mr. Kaiba,” she said relieved. Her boss had never been late and she didn’t know what to do in that situation. “Your 1 o’clock is waiting in your office.”
He didn’t know he had a meeting. It must have been made after Saturday…damn. Another secretary had proven incompetent at their job by not informing him. He pushed open the door to his office, a stern look on his face for whatever meeting had been arranged.
WHERE: Kaiba’s home office
WHEN: Monday, 1ish
WARNINGS: Light swearing.
SUMMARY: With Alastair out of commission due to brainwashing Bakura is desperate enough to ask Kaiba for assistance with hacking. At the same time Kaiba is dealing with day 2 of a mild case of Slade’s fear gas.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
For Kaiba to be exhausted from lack of sleep and on his 3rd cup of coffee by 1pm was not unusual. For that coffee to be having little to no effect was slightly less usual. What was completely unusual was to find him outside in the middle of a work day paying close attention to his comm.
All last night he was hearing things anytime he turned off the light. It was quiet, barely audible but he knew the voice. His brother had been calling for him and he didn’t know from where. Of course he had instantly sprung out of bed and checked the comm, but there was nothing there no voice post to explain and the sounds were gone. Once the light was out they returned again.
Not even he could work under those conditions. He could tell it wasn’t a dream, but there had to be a logical explanation for why it was happening. The most likely was that there was a voice post on the comm, but then why couldn’t he find it? Unless it was encrypted. Killing two birds with one stone he had gone around the city while trying to find any encryptions on the comm and break through them if he could. However it was bringing up nothing.
Far from giving up, but realizing that it was futile to run around the city without a direction, Kaiba returned to his office. It was better to work smart and fast than blindly. He arrived at his office some time after 1 and found his flustered secretary waiting for him.
“Ah, Mr. Kaiba,” she said relieved. Her boss had never been late and she didn’t know what to do in that situation. “Your 1 o’clock is waiting in your office.”
He didn’t know he had a meeting. It must have been made after Saturday…damn. Another secretary had proven incompetent at their job by not informing him. He pushed open the door to his office, a stern look on his face for whatever meeting had been arranged.