Sep 28, 2011 19:39
Go figure--the one time he'd been let off his leash, one of only a handful of chances he'd ever have to prove that he could manage something without being thrown into a tree and having to be tugged out when finally found (probably hours later)--the path had to up and leave him like it had somewhere better to be. Any other night, Rayce would be able to retrace his steps or use one of the many blinky dots in the sky to put him back on the right course. Any other night, with a partner off in the distance somewhere waiting at the rendezvous point, he'd excel and maybe actually impress someone.
Rayce pursed his lips and glared at the modest building in front of him. Was he lost? Check. Was there a random-ass establishment out in the middle of Bumfuck, Egypt? Check. Was this probably the exact setup of some terrible horror movie from the 80's that no one but the director's friends had seen, where he would be disemboweled and left to die without any sort of closure for his loved ones? Check, check, and check.
Thank the gods that crazy "sense of self-preservation" thing fled when he was much younger! Rayce exhaled slowly, set the gunmetal grey case he'd been lugging around down near his feet, and flicked a cigarette out of the nearly-empty carton. He needed a minute to mull over how he planned on getting out of this stupid, stupid situation.
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