After the unpleasant meeting with his sister in the Bar, Zechs felt the need to blow off some steam ( Read more... )

Dinner is well on the way to being done, and since nothing needs immediate and careful attention, Zechs is not in the kitchen. He is, in fact, sitting on a bench before a piano. His eyes are closed, his face uncommonly serene as his fingers find their way flawlessly through Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The piece has always relaxed him; even though ( Read more... )

It's definitely been one of those days. Zechs groans and leans against the far wall of the elevator briefly, a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He's going through his usual daily routine of heading down to the fitness facilities once he's done with the day's paperwork and menial tasks. That's something to be said for Preventer, anyway. HQ ( Read more... )

He's gone by himself this time. Public shuttle, unfortunately; he hates flying with someone he doesn't know or trust to handle a situation that goes bad ( Read more... )

Zechs sits in front of his computer terminal. On the screen is a half-finished report that he's supposed to be working on; the notes for said report are scattered over almost the entire desk surface ( Read more... )

Zechs looks with distaste at the file sitting on his desk. He's already dressed in full uniform, though his jacket is partially unzipped, revealing the khaki t-shirt beneath. A small duffle containing extra clothing and toiletries sits on his sofa. He's already made arrangements with his next-door neighbor to take care of Andromeda and Josephine ( Read more... )