[Sodium_noir] a Day in the Life of Silk, which Severes Only to Forshadow the Events that Occur During the Night

[Divine Virus]

As the first traces of dawn creeped, across Silk's face, his eyes opened.
With a yawn and poping strech, he slid out of bed and walked into his
closet. To the left, suits. To the right, hats.  SIlk ran his fingers across
the silk of the suits, then stopped on a lovely indigo suit. he paused for a
moment, then shook his head. It just wasn't good dying clothes, and Silk
never wore anything he wouldn't be content to die in. Black it would be.
Perhaps somthing in indigo in the hat. He was feeling slightly somber today,
so Silk settles on a dark, almost black, blue fedora with irridencent green
and indigo that rippled in the light. The silk pajamas went down the landry
shute, and the suit was donned. Silk picked up his cane from its rack on his
was out of the closet, and tapped out a few steps to get his blood flowing.
SPeaking of stiring the blood....
Silk pressed the button with the end of his cane. the shutter fully withdrew
and Aeorsmith's Dream on began to play as the sun crept over the horizen,
setting Gotham City's smog ablaze with colour. Silk conductioned with his
fingers. As the song finished, the dawn was past its peak, and Silk was
ready to break his fast.

It was omlettes this morning, with lightly smoked pacific salmon and lemon
the side. SIlk was half half finished was a rag-tag Jasmine dragged herself
from her room.
"You woke me again." she accused.
""The sound proofing, which I ordered, is being installed today." Silk
replied, after wiping his mouth with a napkin. The pecularity of this
statement, as well as Silk usual near whipser, made Jasmine wonder if she
heard Silk right.
"What?"
"Three days ago you remarked that your sanity would be jepordized if my
music kept waking you at dawn. The soundproofing would have already been
installed; however, it took me a considerable amount of time to find a
contractor that could be trusted not to plant bugs." Jasmine had never quite
become accustomed to her addoptive's father wealth, nor his peculiar ways of
interpiting statements.
"You mean when I said that you blaring music every dawn was driving me
crazy?"
"Yes, that is percisely the statment to which I was refereing. Please enjoy
your breakfast."
Silk picked up with a cane and with a shuffling tap dance step decended from
his penthouse suit to his office.

His desk was a dark, rich and smoky woods, with a deep and ancient grain
that was mostly lost in the shadows of SIlk's sanctum. Currently it was a
clear, open space, Silk liked seeing it this way, for a moment before
starting work. With a satified sign he flipped a switch, and an untold
number of fog machines whirred into life, bleching of an obscuring mist.
Silk pondered for a moment, then toggled some toggles and slid a few
sliders, and mirriors moved themselves into position throughout his office.
What had moments ago been a wide open space was now a labrynth worse then
any mad house. Silk dimmed the lights little bit more, then flipped open the
file on the contractors. Everything seemed clean, they weren't under the
payroll of anyone who wasn't on his payroll, and he was sure that there was
no blackmail occuring that wasn't his own.  But it never hurt to be certain.

"Do you have it?" a voice whispered in Silk's ear.
"The item that you requested is in my possession; it arrived last night. I
will call for the item," Sik whispered back, then laid a finger of a touch
sensitive panel.
"Please have a good morning, Andrea, and would you be so kind as to send in
Mr. Kurtz?"
"Thank you Mr. Silk, and he is on his way in now." Andrea replied warmly. A
dim light of Silk's tesk illuminated, signalling that somone has entered.
Silk touched another panel on his desk.
"Please walk forwards Mr. Kurtz, then take your first left." Silk's
whispered seemed to echo from everywhere at once. He issued a few more
instruction, and before long a man in a grey suit and a briefcase handcuffed
to his arm was sitting before Silk.
"It is good to see you Mr. Kurtz. I trust that your difficulty is procuring
the item was minimal."
"Your imformation was complete and accurate, as always Silk, and the only
issues that arose were minor, the things beyond anyone's control."
"Good," SIlk grinned. He always enjoyed hearing how reiable his information
was. Silk drew a small key from his pocket and unlocked the handcuff from
Mr. Kurtz's arm. With a seperate key Silk unlocked the case. Inside was a
large amount of foam, and a bloodsplattered wallet. Putting on gloves, Silk
opened it up to reviel an FBI badge and matching paperwork.
"Thats it! Its mine!" the incorperal voice shouted into SIlk's ear. Silk
avoided flinching.
"Andrea, please transfer the specified funds into Mr. Kurtz's
account.Thankyou, Mr Kurtz, once again you have performed in a most
admirable manner. I
will now have to ask you to leave, and please know that I only ask you to do
so because I have a slightly irritable client waiting. Please have a good
day."
When the light went out, and Silk was confident they were alone, he spoke to
the wraith.
"I have secured your badge, and it shall be treated in any manner that you
specify. I trust that this fullfills my half of our arrangment?"
"Yes, it does."
"How excellent," Silk said, his verson of a shout. "The first thing I would
ask of you is to please supervise some contruction work being done on my
suite, and insure that no bugs are being inplanted. I do beleive that
electronic survaylence was your specialty...."

Silk's like is a glory of secrets and shadows, and by the time the sun began
to get obsured by Gotham's skline, Silk felt escastic at the feast of
information he had indulged into today. So much learned! And so much more to
know, hidden in the darkness, and obscured by the harsh, yellowing sodium
glare of the city at night. Mentally, Silk ran through an inventory of
everything he had uncovered whilst the sun sailed across the sky, and all
the facinating happens to occure once the sun set. He wondered what he would
do tonight.....

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