Mar 20, 2007 06:53
It was nearly time for the scheduled meeting, and Midnight paced uneasily as he waited for the other major player -- so to speak -- of this "debriefing" to arrive. Every once in a while his eyes flashed paler than usual, or a shadow of dark wings or armour flickered across him.
He was too high-strung to sit and wait, and too anxious to do anything productive, so he paced the perimeter of the conference room and hoped that events wouldn't turn out as catastrophic as they could ...