Revenge is a dish best served fast. Really fast.
Who: Will Harris
Where: Edge of Gatetown
When: May 27, early morning
Invited: Jon O'Neill, anyone
Status: Complete
Will rarely saw the sun rise. Not that he wasn't awake in the early morning; he occasionally worked through the night on one of his projects. But why bother to go outside and freeze his butt off to watch a glowing ball of gas appear to levitate over the horizon? Complete waste of time.
This morning Will barely felt the cold. It wasn't just from his steaming mug of coffee. He was practically bouncing in anticipation to see how his specially designed small area time accelerator had affected O'Neill the younger. The goody-two-shoes more than deserved to be a lab rat.
Will changed position on the east-facing bench he'd selected. If any nosy early birds asked what he was doing, he was there for the sunrise. The fact that O'Neill's tent was in his line of sight was pure coincidence. If the punk was following his usual routine, he'd wake up soon.
Where: Edge of Gatetown
When: May 27, early morning
Invited: Jon O'Neill, anyone
Status: Complete
Will rarely saw the sun rise. Not that he wasn't awake in the early morning; he occasionally worked through the night on one of his projects. But why bother to go outside and freeze his butt off to watch a glowing ball of gas appear to levitate over the horizon? Complete waste of time.
This morning Will barely felt the cold. It wasn't just from his steaming mug of coffee. He was practically bouncing in anticipation to see how his specially designed small area time accelerator had affected O'Neill the younger. The goody-two-shoes more than deserved to be a lab rat.
Will changed position on the east-facing bench he'd selected. If any nosy early birds asked what he was doing, he was there for the sunrise. The fact that O'Neill's tent was in his line of sight was pure coincidence. If the punk was following his usual routine, he'd wake up soon.