It's humorous how looks can be so misleading; whether it is someones personality or outside exterior, people are never whom they claim to be. Some learn this over a period of time, others gaining knowledge the hard way.
For him, after seeing and encountering things no human should ever hope to come in contact with, it's quite intricate to stay optimistic about any situation.
Alex Mercer took measured-sluggish strides along the hectic sidewalks of Manhattan. Cars zipping by, citizens bustling past each other, solders scattered about armed with weapons Alex himself detested. "Tsk…" He grimaced moving his head back into the gloom of his hood; what a revolting sight.
It bothered him how they managed to walk about inconsiderately without a care in the world. As if there they weren't held here against their will, as if they weren't possibly on the waiting list to die next.
He didn't understand why be so unrealistically naïve and oblivious about the situation…had they no concern? Had they no idea there was a monster…a terrorist….killer a lurking amongst them?
Alex gazed down at his hands; the dried blood was still present…the dried blood that wasn't his but one of his very own, or at least what he used to be. Sucking on air, the man moved both hands into his pockets an undeviating frown set upon his face darkening his features.
The prototype halted in his steps, landing in front of the telephone-booth he used to stay in contact with Dr. Ragland. The Dr had been extraordinarily helpful toward Alex, he provided various ware bouts of those Alex needed to consume, he gave insight on what to expect next and always managed to stay obliging in most dire situations, unlike Dana who was the first to disagree with Mercers reckless ways of obtaining information.
Sweeping him from his thoughts, the phone began to ring making the male take the phone and holding it up to his ears.
"Doc-"
"Tracking a living breathing biomass infected should not be this easy; your every action and motive is despondently foreseeable and brainless."
Alex blinked glancing down at the phone in his hand, this wasn't Dr. Ragland. It was a woman, her voice vigorous but clearly feminine. Alex placed the phone back to his ears, covering the mouth piece with his hand to keep the conversation at a minimum.
"Who the hell is this?" He demanded, voice seething through the phone lines. Had this woman taken Raglan, was she working for Gentek? How did she find their ware bouts, and had she gotten to Dana already and was taking them under confinement? Multiple thoughts ran through his head, none looking to very appealing.
"Look—there isn't much time left and quite frankly I'm not a person to waste valuable time. There will be a piece of paper taped underneath his phone-booth with an address. Go there and wait for following instructions and—"
This time, it was his turn to cut in. "Why should I trust you?" he said clenching the phone in his hand with banal tedious unambiguous
Before Alex had time to object, the phone hung up on the other line. A deep growl came from the man clenching the phone in his hand nearly breaking it into pieces. He didn't trust whoever the person was, but they knew something, something that could possibly lead him closer to finding out that he was.