Into the dusk

[DESMOND ALUCARD]

[Date: 2008 November 12 | Tag: Lorena ]

Sitting on one of the comfortable sofas in the living room reserved for staff held his coffee now cold looking at the pictures over and over again from the laptop on his knees. Each photography seemed to make knit his brow more. The golden object he was observing had a strange shape and very carried out but seemed just a piece of gold more than two thousand years old.

What that object could mean was a total blank for his mind. He closed the laptop and blow it away from his knees with a tired sigh rubbing his forehead with the fingers. Obtain information illegally, lie and use subterfuges for stay hours or days away from work and eventually obtain a a special mission to be an undercover agent at a charity auction ...
Everything became more and more absurd and Desmond begun to believe to be just chasing shadows and unnecessarily. Maybe he was wrong and nobody was in danger or maybe not ..
Not be even able to speak about that with Abe was frustrating and was tired, really tired.

With a sigh he left on the coffee table in front of him and rolled up his sleeves, rubbing his forehead feeling the need to sleep.

[LORENA ZACCARDO]

[/i] Lorena was furious. She had spent hours upon hours researching the poison of Actaea Pachypoda, also known as the white baneberry, trying to establish what properties had been shared between the plant and the specimen that had devoured it. While it was no secret that the Actaea Pachypoda was considered poisonous, it usually was not fatal. Lorena swung the door to the staff room open carelessly and threw herself down on the recliner, kicking her feet on the table and instantly turning to the lounge plant (named Marcus) and started rambling.

"I hate him!" She snapped, throwing her jacket over the sidearm of the recliner carelessly. Lorena wasn't one to make her feelings known to others, in fact the only people she talked to included Rose and Beate-Maren, so far her most loyal subjects included her plants, and her dog Maximus. "Marc, buddy, we need to find a new agency, because Manning BLOWS!" Fingers massaging her temples, her anger slowly subsiding, she sheepishly noticed she wasn't alone.

Mortified, her eyes wandered over the coffee table instantly recognizing the belongings and noting that they were the property of Desmond Alucard. Hoping against hope that Desmond wasn't present, her eyes reflected her embarrassed surprise to see him sitting there. "Sorry..." She stated awkwardly. "I kind of needed to talk to someone, and I prefer plants because they're the best listeners. I should have knocked, I'm so sorry Mr. Alucard.. I hadn't meant to disturb you."[/ul]

[DESMOND ALUCARD]

He was about to give up the idea of ​​staying there to investigate all night at the laptop when he looked in complete silence the woman who went mad in the room, slamming the door and yelling . Seemed that she had not noticed his presence and Desmond did not say a word watching the scene quite surprised and a bit amused until their eyes met.

Desmond smiled behind the strong fingers pressed lightly on the lips still in his thoughtful pose and then let out a warm laugh brief like a cough hit and looking at her young face "Bad day?" asked with both hands on the armrests of the chair and looked at her with kindness. Desmond was always interested in the psychological and health state of officials and soldiers on the contrary of someone who preferred to neurotically shouting orders to the right and left like if they were automatons.

"No need to apologize. It seems today we all have our bad day " he said rubbing his forehead with the fingers "You don't disturb me agent Zaccardo" smiled at the young and beautiful woman before him inviting her to stay. "I read your resume and your evaluation form, admirable but I suppose you've recently had to do with Manning ... is not so?" Desmond read something from her thoughts and slightly thinned his eyes while keeping the kind smile on his handsome face. "Do not pay too much attention to him , with time will seem less obnoxious ...according to me he still is " joked in a warm and kind brief laugh.