Eric Quill
We all have our demons
Place: Onderon, Company Headquarters
Time: 10:56 AM
"S-sir, w-why have you called me in today?"
A man in a plain black suit asked plainly with a depressed tone in his voice. His voice was directed towards a young man in a brown leather chair, his arm resting upon the arm-rest and his knuckle holding his head up as the man's sapphire eyes peered towards the man in the suit. The man in the suit stood up and turned away from the man in the suit and walked towards a landscape window, overlooking the county-side..filled with trees and vibrant wildlife.....an Ideal place for corrupt politicians and senators to hide their gangs and treasuries. The idle place to re-build a family wealth from the ground up...but everything had to start from somewhere.
"Timothy, what's the status upon the mansion, along with the vault under this building?"
The man asked in a a raspy and annoyed tone as if he was awake the whole night fighting crime, which he was.
"It is....ughh, let me check...
Timothy looked down at the clipboard in hand for a brief glance and then he looked back upwards and began to speak again, but this time with a stutter as if something was wrong.
"...Will....i-it's.....u-uhmm....n-nearly d-done....about 85% finished by now..."
"What is WRONG!?"
"...E-eric....I-i mean S-sir....their was a break in last-night.....a-and...........we...l-l-lost half of the treasury....I-i'm s-so...."
That was all Timothy could muster up before Eric turned around and grabbed the man by the throat and held him up suspended in the air, with his cold right hand slowly chocking the air out of Timothy. Anger and fury was in his eyes at the news he had just witnessed. Soon, Eric released the man and pushed him out of the way with his shoulder which, strangely was quite hard, like metal. Eric walked out of the room and boarded a elevator that took him down to the first floor. He walked into a restroom and stood over the counter, his hands gripping the sides of the counter. Pain, defeat, anger...all of these and more were coursing through his veins. After all of his work, all of the pain...he had been robbed once more.....no more...NO MORE! Eric then changed out of the suit he was in and put on a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket and boots and then with purpose walked out of the bathroom. He walked through a pair of double-doors and then walked towards a red and black motorcycle and climbed on it while also placing a motorcycle helmet on. He then strapped down a black duffel bag that was laying upon the second seat on the motorcycle to the motorcycle so that it wouldn't fall off. The engine then let off a low buzz and zoomed off towards the main city or a massive cluster of buildings upon Onderon. Eric would have his revenge that was for sure...one way, or another....the latter he enjoyed most.
