Dec 03, 2011 22:17
[Alex has fallen asleep on the table in his new temporary, equally shitty room, on top of a pile of papers. The papers are hard to make out, though they look like they could possibly be diagrams of some machine from the bits and pieces of them that can be seen. They're initialed RR in the upper right corners. Within easy reach of his right hand is a hand gun, safety on.
He's not sleeping easily, which is probably how the camera got turned on. He shifts uneasily, mumbles something unintelligible and then, sharply.]
Please, Julius.
[A moment later his eyes open and he looks around, disoriented, before his eyes fall on the comm and he scrambles to turn it back off.]
[ manhattan ],
alex rider | ou