Post by andrew on May 1, 2006 0:29:00 GMT
8:45 pm. The sign outside said the library closed at 9 . . . unfortunately, that was somewhat false advertising. Andrew found that out when the librarians began shooing him to the door, even with fifteen minutes to spare. The young legal assistant frowned as he packed up his stuff, under the strict eye of the head librarian, standing there as if to keep him in check. He'd been here ever since he'd gotten off work, earlier in the day. After learning just WHAT his new employers were, he'd been taking every chance he could to do research on them and their kind.
Once his stuff was packed, the blonde was quickly ushered to the door, almost as if he'd done something wrong. Was it so bad to stay here late studying? It was really starting to make him wonder if this was the best route of doing things . . . Once outside, he sighed, glancing along the street unhappily. There had to be SOMETHING else he could do . . . He needed to relax, somehow. Frowning, he sighed again, running a hand haphazardly through his hair, and just started walking.
Continued at The Onyx
