26-12-2024, 12:22 AM
Quote:[3rd April 5590, 1840 Hours]
The Clock Strikes 8
Tiberius smiled shaking hands with another spouse of whatever armed forces husband she had come with, reaching into his pocket apologizing profusely he stepped away from the bustling room and answered the vibrating phone, plugging his other ear with his finger. "This better be something important because I'm a little FUCKING busy right now" he spat out silently as he tried to make out the cracking voice. "What, an incident at which prison? Why can't the local security deal with it, God you-....hello you-, you're breaking up, hello? Listen if you can hear me, Go. Deal. With. It. I cannot be bothered with this shit right now." He whispered loudly snapping the flip phone closed. Turning around he immediately shifted his annoyed frown to a bright fake smile, "Ah secretary Josia, what a pleasure!"
[1845 Hours]
Fuck, Igor nearly said out loud. The taxi has taken far, far too long, he only hoped he'd made in time for the dinner service. Igor shifted uncomfortably in the backseat of his cab as it finally approached the checkpoint into the estate proper. Slowly they came to a stop as the sky continued to get darker with the sun beginning to set. His back window slowly rolled down as a female captain in military attire stepped forward looking inward with a flashlight, "Name and identification". "Certainly" said Igor as he held up his ID under the name Sebastian. Glossy eyed and seeming quite uninterested she having barely looked for a few seconds waved him along saying "Have a nice night" with as little effort as possible. Igor nodded rolling up the window, then leaned back as a dumbfounded grin emerged on his face, he couldn't believe how lax the security was. The cab pulled next to the back entrance where servants came in and out rapidly throwing away trash, some kitchen staff having cigarettes. Igor tipped the cab driver and approached what looking like a manager, some petite thin man barking out orders at a few staff who took a bit too long on their union mandated breaks. "Excuse me sir, I'm Sebastian the replacement, terribly sorry for the lateness the traffic simply couldn't be helped.", The manager turning about and looking down the man unimpressed, "Traffic huh? You'd better be happy we're short handed or I'd have fired your ass 10 minutes ago, get in there and find something to do." Igor nodding briskly proceeded inside the doors, hot air rushing his face as his ears were filled with the clattering of a kitchen cooking for hundreds.
[1850 Hours]
Sous Chef Reynald furiously critiqued every aspect of the Kitchen, patrolling it and keeping an eye on every operation. "Turn down that stove damn it, and who left these fucking beef tartare's out here!? I swear if I find who..." He suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder as another foreign Kundrati waiter he'd never met spoke to him. "Terribly sorry Chef but I'm afraid there's been an incident in the 4th freezer, something about raw scallops being put next to some poultry?" Oh god, no fucking way Reynald panicked internally, "God damn it are you kidding me? Come on you fucking termite" He said stomping off dodging staff with platters in hand. The inside of the freezer was bitterly cold as he approached the back, Sebastian flanking him "What scallops are you talking about I don't see anyt-" Suddenly Reynald couldn't breathe, he felt a hot sharp pain cross his neck as he grabbed at the wire strung around his throat, Trying desperately to gasp Reynald kicking and flinging his hands uselessly backwards to hit his assailant, he could only look up at the face of his killer, a devilish grin plastered across his face with gritted teeth and bloodshot eyes. Reynalds world began to turn black as he slumped over, spit dribbling down the corner of his purple mouth.
Igor checking the chefs pulse turned around to make sure the freezer was still clear, "You wont be snooping about anymore you Lourenesse vermin." He said spitting on the corpse, turning and putting his garrote back in his pocket he locked the door and with some superglue gummed the latch enough to where it was inoperable. He walked into the kitchen straightening his hair and fondled the vial in his pocket with anxious fingers.