“Senator Raynor! Senator Raynor!” Her voice echoed all around him, the media squawking like trained parrots in an effort to get her attention. She smiled the whole time, her pearly white teeth contrasting near sun kissed skin perfectly. It was as if she was modeling, all while answering questions; what a rare treat. It certainly beat the stuffy silvermaned bureaucrats of other planets. He could tell she loved the attention, or at least he assumed she did but how naturally she deflected or answered but then jumped over to the next question with enthusiasm.
“No further questions.” Her aide stepped forward, signifying the end of their time. All around him, reporters jumped to their feet in an attempt to get one more question in. Cedric remained seated however, perfectly still amidst of sea of waving arms and bodies leaning forward. Gloved fingers steepled together before him, with his elbows perched atop the arm rests. He watched as she departed, and beneath the roar of the crowd he spoke to himself. “How delectably…perfect.” The left side of his lips curved upward in tandem with the outside of his left brow, and as she departed and her aide took the forefront of the podium, so too did he have enough.
He slipped out into a service exit, mentally recalling the buildings structure. He recalled briefly a parking garage reserved for dignitaries and staff. He departed into a stairwell, not rushing his motions in the least. All would be timed well. His left hand set atop the handrail, following it as he circled down two flights of stairs to the level below. Before he stepped out into the parking garage, he adjusted the faux media badge he had concocted and stepped out.
His blue eyes briefly caught sight of her entering a vehicle parked and waiting. He waited a moment, than began at the opportune time. As he crossed, her speeder rounded with precise timing to cause he driver to nearly hit him. It was a risk, but a calculated one. He feigned the fear he didn’t truly have, and stumbled down and out of the way. The vehicle swerved to avoid him, having identified her driver in a brief moment as a southpaw, confident he would swerve left instead of right.
He remained on his hands and knees a moment, taking his sweet time to recover to his feet. If he judged the woman correctly, she wouldn’t just wait to let her driver handle things, but take matters into her own hands.
“No further questions.” Her aide stepped forward, signifying the end of their time. All around him, reporters jumped to their feet in an attempt to get one more question in. Cedric remained seated however, perfectly still amidst of sea of waving arms and bodies leaning forward. Gloved fingers steepled together before him, with his elbows perched atop the arm rests. He watched as she departed, and beneath the roar of the crowd he spoke to himself. “How delectably…perfect.” The left side of his lips curved upward in tandem with the outside of his left brow, and as she departed and her aide took the forefront of the podium, so too did he have enough.
He slipped out into a service exit, mentally recalling the buildings structure. He recalled briefly a parking garage reserved for dignitaries and staff. He departed into a stairwell, not rushing his motions in the least. All would be timed well. His left hand set atop the handrail, following it as he circled down two flights of stairs to the level below. Before he stepped out into the parking garage, he adjusted the faux media badge he had concocted and stepped out.
His blue eyes briefly caught sight of her entering a vehicle parked and waiting. He waited a moment, than began at the opportune time. As he crossed, her speeder rounded with precise timing to cause he driver to nearly hit him. It was a risk, but a calculated one. He feigned the fear he didn’t truly have, and stumbled down and out of the way. The vehicle swerved to avoid him, having identified her driver in a brief moment as a southpaw, confident he would swerve left instead of right.
He remained on his hands and knees a moment, taking his sweet time to recover to his feet. If he judged the woman correctly, she wouldn’t just wait to let her driver handle things, but take matters into her own hands.
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