Chapter XVIII: The Alpha of the Omega.
The contract is lying right in front of him. He's been staring at it blankly for nearly fifteen minutes straight, hardly blinking at all. He takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes. Shaking his head he leans forward from his chair and grabs the contract in his hands. He looks at the signatures written in blood. He looks at his name at the bottom of the page and bites his lip.
His phone beeps, startling him. He looks at it for a moment and puts the contract down on the desk again. He takes another deep breath and presses the button on the phone that connects him with his secretary just as it beeps again.
Lindsey: "Yeah?"
Harmony: "Um, boss?"
Lindsey: "Yeah. What is it, Harmony?"
Harmony: "You're six o'clock is here."
Lindsey: "Send him in."
Harmony: "Sure thing, boss."
He presses another button in the phone's pad and after another annoying beep the transmission from twenty-five feet away from him is cut. He stands up and picks up files and papers from the desk and sets them up in a pile to his left. As he does this, the doors open and Harmony enters followed by Wesley. Lindsey looks at him, slightly nodding his head from the nerves.
Harmony: "Well, here you are, Wes." (pauses awkwardly) "Have fun."
She shrugs and walks out of the office. Wes stares at her with an uneasy smile through the windows then looks at Lindsey. He scratches the back of his head and waves his arms towards the chairs in front of the desk and Wes walks over to them, keeping an odd stare fixed on Lindsey's eyes.
Wesley sits and looks awkwardly outside then back at him. Lindsey follows his gaze then looks at him as well.
Lindsey: "She makes good coffee."
Wes chuckles slightly.
Lindsey: (breathes deeply) "I take it you're here about my contract."
Wes: "How did you know?"
Lindsey: "Cause that's what you said when you called."
Wes: "Figured you weren't really listening."
Lindsey: "Want some coffee before we begin?"
Wes looks around the office cautiously.
Lindsey: (cont.) "It's okay. Nobody's here."
Wes: "No, but the security in this place has improved since we left."
He stands up and walks towards the window. He puts his hand against the glass and looks back at Lindsey, who's looking around the office as well.
Wes: "Hungry?"
Lindsey: "Yeah, a bit. I can call some--"
Wes: "Come one. I'll buy."
Lindsey scratches his right eyebrow and looks at him suspiciously. He stands up and points towards the elevator as a gesture to follow him. Wes puts his hands in his pocket and follows him in. Harmony walks into the office just as the elevator door shuts.
Harmony: (surprised) "Lindsey?"
She looks around the office and walks into the conference room. As soon as she realizes they're gone she puts a smile on her lips and walks out. As soon as she opens the double doors leading to the lobby, she jumps back, startled, as Hamilton appears standing before her.
Hamilton: "Hello, Harmony. Lindsey in?"
Harmony: (nervously) "Um, n-no. He, uh, he just left apparently. With Wes."
Hamilton: (suspiciously) "Mr. Wyndham-Pryce was here."
Harmony: "Y-Yes. He came in just awhile ago."
Hamilton: (smiles) "Well, that's very good to hear." (turns around and walks towards the elevators) "Have a nice night, Mrs. Kendall."
He walks up to the elevators and the middle one opens as soon as he steps in front of it. He walks in and turns around with a slight grin on his lips as the door closes. Harmony sighs from relief as soon as she hears the elevator go down. She walks over to her desk and starts to pick up her things when she grasps her hands together nervously. She sits on her chair and looks towards the elevators, waiting.
Wes I standing outside a diner outside of the city limits. He looks towards his right, towards two bright eyes speeding away from Los Angeles. Lindsey parks a dark-grey colored Porsche right beside Wesley's Cherokee. He opens the door and steps out, looking somewhat astonished at the place. Wes walks up to him.
Lindsey: (staring at the locale from behind Wes' shoulders) "What the hell's this place?"
Wes: (smiles) "Where we'll put matters to a close."
-- Fin.
The contract is lying right in front of him. He's been staring at it blankly for nearly fifteen minutes straight, hardly blinking at all. He takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes. Shaking his head he leans forward from his chair and grabs the contract in his hands. He looks at the signatures written in blood. He looks at his name at the bottom of the page and bites his lip.
His phone beeps, startling him. He looks at it for a moment and puts the contract down on the desk again. He takes another deep breath and presses the button on the phone that connects him with his secretary just as it beeps again.
Lindsey: "Yeah?"
Harmony: "Um, boss?"
Lindsey: "Yeah. What is it, Harmony?"
Harmony: "You're six o'clock is here."
Lindsey: "Send him in."
Harmony: "Sure thing, boss."
He presses another button in the phone's pad and after another annoying beep the transmission from twenty-five feet away from him is cut. He stands up and picks up files and papers from the desk and sets them up in a pile to his left. As he does this, the doors open and Harmony enters followed by Wesley. Lindsey looks at him, slightly nodding his head from the nerves.
Harmony: "Well, here you are, Wes." (pauses awkwardly) "Have fun."
She shrugs and walks out of the office. Wes stares at her with an uneasy smile through the windows then looks at Lindsey. He scratches the back of his head and waves his arms towards the chairs in front of the desk and Wes walks over to them, keeping an odd stare fixed on Lindsey's eyes.
Wesley sits and looks awkwardly outside then back at him. Lindsey follows his gaze then looks at him as well.
Lindsey: "She makes good coffee."
Wes chuckles slightly.
Lindsey: (breathes deeply) "I take it you're here about my contract."
Wes: "How did you know?"
Lindsey: "Cause that's what you said when you called."
Wes: "Figured you weren't really listening."
Lindsey: "Want some coffee before we begin?"
Wes looks around the office cautiously.
Lindsey: (cont.) "It's okay. Nobody's here."
Wes: "No, but the security in this place has improved since we left."
He stands up and walks towards the window. He puts his hand against the glass and looks back at Lindsey, who's looking around the office as well.
Wes: "Hungry?"
Lindsey: "Yeah, a bit. I can call some--"
Wes: "Come one. I'll buy."
Lindsey scratches his right eyebrow and looks at him suspiciously. He stands up and points towards the elevator as a gesture to follow him. Wes puts his hands in his pocket and follows him in. Harmony walks into the office just as the elevator door shuts.
Harmony: (surprised) "Lindsey?"
She looks around the office and walks into the conference room. As soon as she realizes they're gone she puts a smile on her lips and walks out. As soon as she opens the double doors leading to the lobby, she jumps back, startled, as Hamilton appears standing before her.
Hamilton: "Hello, Harmony. Lindsey in?"
Harmony: (nervously) "Um, n-no. He, uh, he just left apparently. With Wes."
Hamilton: (suspiciously) "Mr. Wyndham-Pryce was here."
Harmony: "Y-Yes. He came in just awhile ago."
Hamilton: (smiles) "Well, that's very good to hear." (turns around and walks towards the elevators) "Have a nice night, Mrs. Kendall."
He walks up to the elevators and the middle one opens as soon as he steps in front of it. He walks in and turns around with a slight grin on his lips as the door closes. Harmony sighs from relief as soon as she hears the elevator go down. She walks over to her desk and starts to pick up her things when she grasps her hands together nervously. She sits on her chair and looks towards the elevators, waiting.
Wes I standing outside a diner outside of the city limits. He looks towards his right, towards two bright eyes speeding away from Los Angeles. Lindsey parks a dark-grey colored Porsche right beside Wesley's Cherokee. He opens the door and steps out, looking somewhat astonished at the place. Wes walks up to him.
Lindsey: (staring at the locale from behind Wes' shoulders) "What the hell's this place?"
Wes: (smiles) "Where we'll put matters to a close."
-- Fin.