The Waves of the Sea (Warhen)

[nedzad]

Perhaps they were rumor, or perhaps they were truth; then again, it did not matter to the questioning man, for the man in question was a key figure in the questioning man's arrival to the city of their being...

Pulling the rusty old van into a parking space nearby, Nedzad Ivo Advic sighed a tinge to the frustrations of automobiles. He had driven this classic vehicle across the entire United States, his destination San Francisco, his journey taking a good three weeks of various complications and conflicts - all the while, making quite an interesting adventure.

But now the Slav was in the West, and the past month of his residence had brought about many interesting questions - particularly of what had happened in Varron City, and why he was in San Francisco now. The month of quietly exploring the dorm halls, the school halls, and the city halls had brought very little to work on, but enough to speculate. The red headed warrior was beginning to piece together the politics involved that had destroyed the Academy, and that alone was somewhat satisfying.

But there was something else... another question: what had happened to Advic's former opportunity? Where did the (in)famous Shamino Warhen disappear to, and why had Advic been left behind in the process?

Certainly it was not something the man dread over, but it was a curiosity, a concern. It had certainly led to a new way of life, that being the intellectual searching of Ein Gilsin's Genaht society, but the fact that Advic could have had something more bothered him greatly.

So when he caught notice - at last - of where so many itching Seniors at the High School were heading off to on their late nights, Advic got nosy; he soon found advertisements around the school dorms speaking of a cruiseliner, and upon exploring the possible stockholders, similarities in a business out east began to boil upward.

Now, Nedzad couldn't help but wonder if perhaps his opportunities could again rise up.

Stepping out of his awarded van and locking its door, Advic checked his attire once more, the uniform given to him by the man in question. Its sleek black fabric was comfortable, yet professional, and held a unique law to it. He checked his leather gloves, fastened the laces of his ankle high boots, and combed through his hair yet again. Yes... the image was set, the past called for. If the old employer did own this establishment, he'd know him without question.

Taking his various steps through the vessel, Advic found himself at the hotel sector, and booked himself in a rather comfortable room meant for some of the higher class customers of the Halen. It was a bit expensive for someone who lived like Advic, but he was trying to bring attention, and after all, when one gives you ten thousand dollars as a forward payment, its rather easy to use much of that remaining to pay for a one-night room.

Escorted to his suite and keyed in, Advic kept quiet for the majority of the stroll, but after being questioned by the attractive female employee of his name for consolation, he thickly and calmly noted, for all to hear, "Nedzad Ivo Advic."

With a nod, the employee allowed Advic into his room, and once the door was shut, the man poured himself a glass of water. In truth, he had never taken the time to learn such of the beauties of the finer life; he had been too busy attempting to educate himself to rise that high.

'Perhaps some day I shall learn... perhaps, someday...'

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

It took only moments for a 'Da-DING!' of the P.A system on the boat to turn on. There was a hesitation, before a calm female voice said "Could Nedzad Ivo Advic please make his way to the very top of the ship for an appointment. That is Nedzad Ivo Advic, to the top of the ship. Thank you!" Another 'Da-DING!' signaling the P.A system was off.

"Every man for himself." Shamino said as he shut his drawer. He heard the announcement, albeit quieter than everyone else on the ship. He would make sure all the doors were open for Nedzad, there would be a brief explination before a contract signing. Decent men were hard to find, and when he had heard that Advic had pulled his van to the Eastcoast, he was pleased. It was inevitable that Nedzad would be back. Once a man has a taste, he just doesn't go back. Especially a man that had nothing.

A young woman opened the door to his office with a large cup of coffee, already made for his personal preferences. "Thank you." Shamino said as he took the small tray with a nod. "Make sure the man on the announcements makes it here." He said idly, not listening to her response- expecting nothing but obediance. He began to close down the programs on his computer as he waited.

[nedzad]

As Advic stood with the chill of ice water running freshly down his throat, his ears caught the tone of a vessel announcement ringing boldly through his apartment, and a smirk splashing across his face. Setting down the glass with a comfortable ease, Advic quickly grabbed the key card for his door and slipped out, pacing in a respectable manner through the hotel hallways, to the elevator, through the casinos, and to the staircases that led higher up. Once at the security points, all it took was a quick nod by the security to pass through, and within about ten minutes of quiet walking, Nedzad Ivo Advic found himself in an office that seemed all too familiar.

Stepping forward and finding a chair, Advic quickly glanced at the steaming coffee and smirked, before bluntly questioning, "Now, how are we to continue, Mr. Warhen?"

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

Placing a cocked and hammer-pulled Beretta on the table, pointed towards Nedzad on the table, he frowned gently. "Maybe i called you up here to shoot you? Maybe we won't continue at all?"

He hit a button on his keyboard, looking at the moniter idly as he spoke. "I like the confidence, but I don't like too much of it. Tone it down, remember your roots. The organization may be able to use you yet. I take it you are attending... Yes, you are." He said as he pulled up the school roster onto his moniter. He dragged that off to the side. He opened a desk drawer with his mouse hand and pulled out a small black binder, the kind you would get at a dollar store. He dropped it beside the gun and opened it. Inside were various liscences and documents, all with Nedzad's name embedded in them. As well as an apartment with the rest of the Varron transfers that was just that extra bit upper class. A pair of brass knuckles were slipped inside the sleeve of the binder along with a wad of cash in a silver plated money clip that had monogramed onto the front 'NIA'

"There you go, everything you need for San Francisco. As well as an employee key card for the ship here, anything you need? Just come aboard. But don't abuse it, and if I see you taking two of anything i'll be sure to kick your ass- you keep your business here discreet. That doesn't have to be repeated, i'm sure."

Shamino gave a little nod as he powered down his computer. He gripped the pistol and slid it back into his desk drawer after placing the hammer back in its uncocked place. "You don't need a piece. Not yet, anyways. I don't want you taking any either. You're still a high school student, and you need to have what a highschool student would have, we can't have people being too suspicious..."

[nedzad]

Advic felt his face's light grin become a reluctant frown, as his bronze eyes caught the trace of the 9mm quietly tipped in his direction. Common sense told him that Warhen was proving a point, since he'd never kill a possible resource, especially on board his ship. But still, the point was across; Warhen was making sure Advic kept himself at the safe level of self-respect, before it became anything too dangerous.

While Advic knew he could have replied, he knew his place once again. Shamino Warhen hadn't seemed to change a bit in their brief meetings from so long ago, and now the old days were beginning to return. Nedzad would not beg or grovel, but he would certainly remember the place of respect Warhen truly had in his presence. Warhen had given Nedzad everything, and such a gift came with its prices.

Choosing to hold his silence, Advic allowed his eyes to do the work, viewing Shamino as he spoke of his attendance at Hircine, as he pulled out a black document folder and slipped in several items, before passing it to Nedzad. The red head held the folder in his hand for a moment, ignoring the brass knuckles or the wad of cash given to him; they were only resources after all. The important thing was not the idea of the simple firearm or the nice apartment, but rather, the opportunity for greater deeds.

"Organization?" Advic quietly questioned, his eyes curiously on his employer, "I dislike being a bother Mr. Warhen, but may I ask an explanation? I do not remember an organization before by any means."

He knew that Warhen more then likely planned on continuing to explain that matter, but Advic felt vigilant to prove his own wisdom. While he was meant to play the loyal dog, he was curious what he was serving. In the end, it may prove his worth even farther by his attentiveness, although, in the end, it all depended on Mr. Warhen. Simply sitting forward in his seat, still holding the folder shut, Advic waited for his employer to continue.

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

"You were always part of an organization. You weren't simply a single employee, or a pet project." Shamino began, resting his hands on the table. "You were always apart of something bigger. Just now, you actualy know about it. You're apart of an organization thats on its way to owning this place." He gestured around him. "The City. Rules are simple. You don't work for us- you don't pick fights about us. You don't say you're employed or unemployed. We are your second life that no one needs to know about. No one." He removed his hands from the table, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Failure to comply with this- and we will know if you arn't complying- means termination. From the company, and the living. Now, that doesn't mean you can't quit. It means you can't break any rules. The rules are- there arn't any rules to be spoken about. Use your common sense."