I am IRL, except when my personal space has been invaded. I wouldn't know.
Ooh, goodie! Maybe it's somewhere in these two and a half pages we've had in the last day.
Lol, so I picked up. I am one of those people that doesn't really like being kept at room length if I know the other person well. You might. Better than me anyway.
It's hard to miss. It turned out to be four sections of two chapters. XD
Yeah, I am that person. One of a dying breed. Hmm, true. It's been a while, though.
FINE! I thinks so, a bit at least. (Okay if you really want me to. *rubs a bill in peoples face's* ) (YES!!)
MKM: No you don't, that's the best part. I take care of that part too! XD You just had to get all fancy. ....you want the truth? *climbs down and begins marching towards you*
Guys, guys, tofu is bean curds, beans don't grow on trees...
The entire trip back to his small house and all through dinner and the rest of the evening he chewed on what he had read. The words to the memo had been slightly concerning, sure. But there was something more, a gut feeling or what he didn't know. However as he tossed and turned trying to sleep that night he finally made up his mind. He was going to search every file and computer that his boss kept in that office. Daxon had a day long meeting on wednesday and Alex planned to make his move then. It was risky as he couldn't be sure when his boss might return, but he needed to see what he could, before fridays CEO meeting started the destruction of any existing information. With his mind made up Alex managed to drift off, shortly before 11:00.
Alex put on a spectacular show of calmness wednesday, he managed to look completely stoic and calm. He considered that a small miracle. He had never been particularly good under pressure but this time he managed. Alex waited thirty minutes after Daxon left partially for the look of it, and partially to make sure that the boss didn't come back unexpectedly. Then he quickly made his way up and nervously began opening drawers in file cabinets. After thirty minutes of this, he had gone through the minimal amount of paperwork Daxon kept around. Sitting in front of the computer he flexed his fingers nervously before moving the mouse and waking it up. After poking around for a few precious moments he started getting into the files he was looking through. There wasn't a ton of stuff, as it looked like it had all been wiped a month ago, but there was quite enough to satisfy Alex. Names, companies, suspicious memos and documents. It all looked like a massive confusing, interconnected knot of stuff that all led in circles. "Oookay. This is...." Tensing up even more, it all started to fall into place. "I need to get out of here. I have to leave. Right now." Standing up and walking to the door automatically he grabbed his stuff and practically ran to the car. Kicking into high gear he sped home and stuffed everything he would need to live off of for a while into a duffle bag and a backpack. He changed out of his business clothes and into street clothes. Choosing a black t-shirt that would blend in well and putting on his favorite pair of cargo pants. Lacing up his hiking boots, he double checked the house to make sure it would be good abandoned. He grabbed his stuff and climbed back into his car, a few miles from the airport he ditched the nice car in a much lower class neighborhood. He was relying on the residents to take care of the car long before anybody found it that he didn't want to. Alex trugged to the airport with a sole thought in his mind. He needed to get out of the country. Pausing in front of the large board detailing all the flights and their destinations he let people and commotion flow around him.
"Where can I go. Some place busy, with lots of people. A different government, a place to lay low until I can figure out how to tell someone what I know without endangering myself...." Alex scanned the board intently then snapped his fingers. "That's it." Immediately he made his way to a counter and bought a one way ticket to Brixxtton. While he waited for his flight to be announced he took his phone apart and threw the pieces in separate trash cans. He made plans to buy a prepaid phone in Brxxtton, and tried to look nonchalant while leaning against a wall. He knew he was acting paranoid, but he had the fear in him now and he was determined to use every trick he had ever learned or watched to throw "them" off. There was no way he was getting caught be anyone if he could help it. Finally he got on his flight, and after many hours of flying interspersed by light dozing he arrived in Brixxtton. Getting off the plane Alex found himself immersed in a completely different atmosphere and culture than he grew up in. People seemed busier, buildings bigger, noises louder, signs brighter, even the vehicles seemed faster. It was hostile, or seemed that way at least. The famed New York was nothing compared to this, or so Alex felt. He composed himself and bought the prepaid phone, and got a rental car then went straight to the nearest small court house and changed his name to Rome Nezz. It was going to be hard, but he was going to disappear, start over, and somehow go on. Burying his regrets and past.
That it does, I claim scissors. 
I.....don't care so have at. 
Yay, snip snip. 
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