[Frost] Pondering
Frost leans back in the chair he has installed in the back of the van, the soft glow of the computer screen muted by the shadows and darkness shrouding the interior of the vehicle itself.
With a soft chuckle to himself, he softly muses aloud. "Should I make a final appearance in Chicago before my next little adventure? ...Perhaps not. As amusing as it would be, it would be contrary to His purpose, wouldn't it?."
As he tilts his head to the right until a soft pop comes from the joint of his neck and shoulder, Frost grins a little bit more before reaching out to close the laptop's lid, unifying the interior of the vehicle in total darkness.
A whisper of a shadow is heard, "One's enemies cannot be ready for you if they think you are long dead, can they?"
And then all is silent.
With a soft chuckle to himself, he softly muses aloud. "Should I make a final appearance in Chicago before my next little adventure? ...Perhaps not. As amusing as it would be, it would be contrary to His purpose, wouldn't it?."
As he tilts his head to the right until a soft pop comes from the joint of his neck and shoulder, Frost grins a little bit more before reaching out to close the laptop's lid, unifying the interior of the vehicle in total darkness.
A whisper of a shadow is heard, "One's enemies cannot be ready for you if they think you are long dead, can they?"
And then all is silent.