Post by echo on Nov 3, 2017 10:14:11 GMT -5
Echo walked into the office of Killian Archer, dressed in all black despite the constant Vegas heat, her long dark hair tied and twisted into a tight ponytail and heavy black boots hitting the floor, as she rounds the desk she falls into the chair opposite and stares across at him with a small smirk on her lips.
“My handler said you’re the boss now?”
She nods at him with an incline of her brow, her eyes never stay on his face, instead scanning the room and despite her relaxed pose, she’s clearly muscles tight and ready to strike behind the demeanor.
"First of all... Relax, okay? I can see you're primed up to jump but nothing is coming your way in here."
He leans back in his seat, his eyes locked into her glare.
"And I wouldn't say boss.... More so adviser. This is something new for you and a bit more creative than what you're used to."
She brings her eyes back to him and rolls them with a click of her tongue.
“Whatever you wanna call it, you’re the guy I report to.”
She leans onto the desk some and laughs softly.
“You’re the guy who makes sure I put the bodies to the mat and don’t kill nobody in the process right?”
Killian slowly arches his brow.
"Yeah... That would be me now..."
He keeps his voice calm and steady.
She looks him over and tilts her head slightly.
“How does Frank even know someone like you?”
Leaning back in the chair she pushes up and stalks around the office, her eyes harvesting every tiny fact she can.
“Designer suits.. hokey clients in some bullshit business I’m supposed to shoe horn myself into?”
She presses her back against the wall and huffs slightly.
“Like I’m supposed to take all of my training and just... become a wrestler.”
"Well..."
Killian rises from the desk, his stature on full display now.
"Frank is a close personal friend, I make many of them in my line of work and I am actually very trusted. But you know that, you wouldn't be here if you didnt."
He rubs his chin now.
"Now, as far as shoehorning you in somewhere... It's actually the opposite, it gives you a legit space for you to keep sharpening your skills in an open environment."
She tilts her head to look up at him, the tiny frame of Echo deceiving to her strength and power, she smiles a fake but convincing smile at him with a chuckle.
“Mr. Archer, let me assure you that my skills cannot be defined or refined inside of a wrestling ring.”
She picks up a book from his shelf and turns it over, feigning interest in the title.
"Killian... You can call me Killian."
He watches her carefully.
"If you feel like you can't take on this task because you will fail.... Just say so, no harm in it."
She steps up and runs his tie through her fingers.
“Failure isn’t an option Mr. Archer...”
She inclines her brow and looks up to him
“Do you know what happens to me, if I fail?”
"I might have an idea... But enlighten me if you will..."
He stands stoic and watches her.
She pushes her hand into his chest, her power showing as the small action has all her power behind him and pushes him back two steps.
“Deactivation...”
He smiles slightly, mainly to hide the sudden pain from the strike.
"You don't have to worry about that with me. I know you'll have a certain... learning curve."
She scoffs and rolls her eyes again.
“You think they aren’t watching?”
She waves her hand around the room.
“The program may have been abandoned but I am an asset, one they wouldn’t ever give up so easily.. my perceived freedom is a lie, this is all a lie.”
"Then why are you in the hands of a civilian? Why aren't you locked in some bunker 50 feet under ground?"
Killian shrugs.
"Maybe it's not as deep as you think."
She shrugs and walks around him now, her eyes constantly moving to the door.
“Maybe it’s a test, maybe this is all some set up?”
"Or maybe..."
He shrugs his shoulders.
"It's not as bad as you think..."
She turns her attention back to him, walking back to the chair she sits back down in it.
“So, how does this work? Where are you sending me?”
She taps her hands on the desk.
“Give me the intel.”
He pulls up a file of Pride Pro and tosses it onto his desk.
"Pride Pro Wrestling. I think you will find it to your liking...."
She grabs the file and pushes it into her jacket, zipping it up.
“Anything else I need to know?”
"yeah....You're beautiful."
He gives her a playful wink before turning his back to her. She groans and quickly picks up a small letter opener from his desk, she tosses it easily and it lands just a half inch from his ear sticking in the wall.
“Last guy that said that to me lost more than an ear...”
Pushing up she moves across the room and reaches for the door.
He turns and actually is laughing.
"impressive."
She shakes her head looking back at him.
“That’s baby work...”
She hesitates and pulls her hand away from the door.
“Shit.”
"Shit?"
He steps around his desk and keeps his eyes on her.
She looks down slightly and sighs, shaking her head.
“Frank went dark an hour ago..”
She looks back to him and for a moment she just looks like a scared and lost little girl. He shakes his head.
"Listen to me... I'm going to help you the best I can cause we are a team okay?"
He locks eyes with her.
"You with me?"
She looks away and nods silently before turning back to the desk, she grabs the chair she was sitting in and drags it over to the bookcase, sitting down she pulls the folder from her jacket and starts reading, obviously deciding to do some recon whilst he finishes out his day.
He watches her and bites at his lower lip.
"You hungry? Perks of owning your own company is making your own hours.... Wanna get dinner?"
She reaches into a jacket pocket and pulls out two granola bars, offering one up to him, not looking up from the papers in front of her.
“I would think you’d be more prepared for hunger...”
"I meant more like a steak or something?"
He laughs for a moment.
"You're going to have to get used to me too you know, So come on... Let's go. I'm sure you'll want to see where you are staying, recon and all that. We can order in some pizza."
She slowly closes the folder and slides it back into her jacket, zipping it up with a frown.
“Get used to? I cohabitated with Frank for fourteen years and was never used to him Mr. Archer, relaxation is a luxury I cannot afford.”
She pushes up from the chair and walks, stopping beside him with a curt nod.
“But assimilating into this world you have both decided would suit me is important, so take me to where we’re staying and we can eat whatever greasy junk food is your preference.”
"It's Killian... "
He holds open the door for her.
"And I'll win you over yet."
“My handler said you’re the boss now?”
She nods at him with an incline of her brow, her eyes never stay on his face, instead scanning the room and despite her relaxed pose, she’s clearly muscles tight and ready to strike behind the demeanor.
"First of all... Relax, okay? I can see you're primed up to jump but nothing is coming your way in here."
He leans back in his seat, his eyes locked into her glare.
"And I wouldn't say boss.... More so adviser. This is something new for you and a bit more creative than what you're used to."
She brings her eyes back to him and rolls them with a click of her tongue.
“Whatever you wanna call it, you’re the guy I report to.”
She leans onto the desk some and laughs softly.
“You’re the guy who makes sure I put the bodies to the mat and don’t kill nobody in the process right?”
Killian slowly arches his brow.
"Yeah... That would be me now..."
He keeps his voice calm and steady.
She looks him over and tilts her head slightly.
“How does Frank even know someone like you?”
Leaning back in the chair she pushes up and stalks around the office, her eyes harvesting every tiny fact she can.
“Designer suits.. hokey clients in some bullshit business I’m supposed to shoe horn myself into?”
She presses her back against the wall and huffs slightly.
“Like I’m supposed to take all of my training and just... become a wrestler.”
"Well..."
Killian rises from the desk, his stature on full display now.
"Frank is a close personal friend, I make many of them in my line of work and I am actually very trusted. But you know that, you wouldn't be here if you didnt."
He rubs his chin now.
"Now, as far as shoehorning you in somewhere... It's actually the opposite, it gives you a legit space for you to keep sharpening your skills in an open environment."
She tilts her head to look up at him, the tiny frame of Echo deceiving to her strength and power, she smiles a fake but convincing smile at him with a chuckle.
“Mr. Archer, let me assure you that my skills cannot be defined or refined inside of a wrestling ring.”
She picks up a book from his shelf and turns it over, feigning interest in the title.
"Killian... You can call me Killian."
He watches her carefully.
"If you feel like you can't take on this task because you will fail.... Just say so, no harm in it."
She steps up and runs his tie through her fingers.
“Failure isn’t an option Mr. Archer...”
She inclines her brow and looks up to him
“Do you know what happens to me, if I fail?”
"I might have an idea... But enlighten me if you will..."
He stands stoic and watches her.
She pushes her hand into his chest, her power showing as the small action has all her power behind him and pushes him back two steps.
“Deactivation...”
He smiles slightly, mainly to hide the sudden pain from the strike.
"You don't have to worry about that with me. I know you'll have a certain... learning curve."
She scoffs and rolls her eyes again.
“You think they aren’t watching?”
She waves her hand around the room.
“The program may have been abandoned but I am an asset, one they wouldn’t ever give up so easily.. my perceived freedom is a lie, this is all a lie.”
"Then why are you in the hands of a civilian? Why aren't you locked in some bunker 50 feet under ground?"
Killian shrugs.
"Maybe it's not as deep as you think."
She shrugs and walks around him now, her eyes constantly moving to the door.
“Maybe it’s a test, maybe this is all some set up?”
"Or maybe..."
He shrugs his shoulders.
"It's not as bad as you think..."
She turns her attention back to him, walking back to the chair she sits back down in it.
“So, how does this work? Where are you sending me?”
She taps her hands on the desk.
“Give me the intel.”
He pulls up a file of Pride Pro and tosses it onto his desk.
"Pride Pro Wrestling. I think you will find it to your liking...."
She grabs the file and pushes it into her jacket, zipping it up.
“Anything else I need to know?”
"yeah....You're beautiful."
He gives her a playful wink before turning his back to her. She groans and quickly picks up a small letter opener from his desk, she tosses it easily and it lands just a half inch from his ear sticking in the wall.
“Last guy that said that to me lost more than an ear...”
Pushing up she moves across the room and reaches for the door.
He turns and actually is laughing.
"impressive."
She shakes her head looking back at him.
“That’s baby work...”
She hesitates and pulls her hand away from the door.
“Shit.”
"Shit?"
He steps around his desk and keeps his eyes on her.
She looks down slightly and sighs, shaking her head.
“Frank went dark an hour ago..”
She looks back to him and for a moment she just looks like a scared and lost little girl. He shakes his head.
"Listen to me... I'm going to help you the best I can cause we are a team okay?"
He locks eyes with her.
"You with me?"
She looks away and nods silently before turning back to the desk, she grabs the chair she was sitting in and drags it over to the bookcase, sitting down she pulls the folder from her jacket and starts reading, obviously deciding to do some recon whilst he finishes out his day.
He watches her and bites at his lower lip.
"You hungry? Perks of owning your own company is making your own hours.... Wanna get dinner?"
She reaches into a jacket pocket and pulls out two granola bars, offering one up to him, not looking up from the papers in front of her.
“I would think you’d be more prepared for hunger...”
"I meant more like a steak or something?"
He laughs for a moment.
"You're going to have to get used to me too you know, So come on... Let's go. I'm sure you'll want to see where you are staying, recon and all that. We can order in some pizza."
She slowly closes the folder and slides it back into her jacket, zipping it up with a frown.
“Get used to? I cohabitated with Frank for fourteen years and was never used to him Mr. Archer, relaxation is a luxury I cannot afford.”
She pushes up from the chair and walks, stopping beside him with a curt nod.
“But assimilating into this world you have both decided would suit me is important, so take me to where we’re staying and we can eat whatever greasy junk food is your preference.”
"It's Killian... "
He holds open the door for her.
"And I'll win you over yet."
