The sound of the clocks gentle hand ticking was all that was heard inside the office. The view from the window was phenominal, overlooking a large city and part of the Trans-Siberian Railroad, it was filled with supplies. Their were many chemical and Nuclear Power Plants near the city, but the city itself was a utopia of the Investors definition of a "Perfect World." There were no slums, no ghettos, no upper class and no lower class. It was survival of the fittest, it was a land of Bounty Hunters and Drug Dealers, Pimps and Prostitutes, Hustlers and Gangsters and all the rest of the World's filth.
The office was housed in a building that scraped the skies, the tallest point in all of Russia. It was taller than the entire Mountain range of Russia. The office peered near the top, and in the office their was only one desk. The desk housed one chair, electric and motorized, and one couch, heating pads and all. In the motorized chair sat a big man. A big, big man. Not a fat man, but a muscular, well built man. On the desk laid two pencils, and a pen. Along with them, a computer, and a sculpture made of pure Iron.
Boris "The Bear" Ugoslav, leader of the Investors crime syndicate, sat alone in his office, tapping his desk, pondering his thoughts. Vy has he note returned..... Vy has he not given me da informacion.... Vy, vy, VY! He slammed his fist on the desk so hard the metal beneath it bent under the force of his fist. He pressed the call button on his computer keyboard, and the image of a man appeared.
Boris's face snarled at him. "Vind me Antonio Revieced, and get him to my ovice as soon as poisible!"
The image nodded and left immediately. Boris's temper rose. He continued sitting there, his anger building, staring at the blank wallpaper.
Ooc: Pretty good post for having nothing to post. lol.