<div class="floatleft">(http://i997.photobucket.com/albums/af91/charlesott1982/alain_chabat.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sean Moreau<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A Highrise In Paris<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lyla, Anyone<br/><br/>These days were different, Sean had felt it for a long time, he stood before a window, looking at his dim and transparent reflection. Even in this the scars across his chest and shoulders could be seen. An unruly anger rose up in him, it always had since the first time he'd seen himself in a mirror all those years ago. Sean was still a man imprisoned by his past, and he did not understand how he could have been so blind all those years ago, not that one could undo such decisions.<br/><br/>Sean turned back to look at the bed, a young woman with bronze tanned skin and black curly hair lay sprawled naked in it, not that anything had happened that night. No one would likely believe it, but Sean had not had sex in over twenty years, he was very aroused by her, and by her breasts as they heaved up and down while she slept soundly. For Sean, a part of him had died, it was hard to touch another woman after what had been done to him, he gave his heart and he got betrayed for it.<br/><br/>The clock changed, the alarm buzzed and Sean turned it off, the woman stirred and he spoke very quietly to her,<em>"Sleep Madam, you will need your rest, take today off."</em>A smile crossed the lips of the lady and she turned over, he cocked his head to the side and admired her ass, but he could not will himself to touch her yet. A knock at the door, and Sean answered it, the food he ordered every day was right on time, he put on a robe and tied it then went to answer the door.<br/><br/>There is a clicking sound, he hears it from the other side of the door, he closes his eyes, this is the day he has been waiting for. The reason he went into isolation, not to become weak, but to become strong. For the last thirty years he's engaged in his own personal exercise program, and read countless books on hand to hand combat, he will not need them though. He calls out from behind the door,<em>"A moment....I am not yet dressed..."</em>He speaks loud and with a tint of embarrassment, though he is anything but, as he turns to a dresser and opens a box. In the box is a gun that he has kept clean and ready every day since he left the prison. It is a Lugar, a semi automatic pistol used by the Nazies during the Second World War, he was saving the bullets, one last full clip of them for the person that came after him. The Scientist and the woman who betrayed him have long since died, but their secret was passed on to others, now he will show his strength.<br/><br/>Sean picks up the gun, loads it quickly with ammo, then answers the door, he does not ask questions, he does not hesitate, and he is quicker on his draw and trigger than the man behind the door is. Two shots is all it takes, and a young blond haired man is shot to death, the sounds awaken the young lady who is terrified of what just occurred. Sean orders her to leave, which she does, then he walks over to his night stand, his heart pounding because he realizes his days in isolation are now over, and if they made one attempt, they will make others. He picks up the cell phone, it is simple and easy to use, Lyla his granddaughter taught him the basics of how to use it, there is only one number in it and he calls it.<br/><br/>Dark red blood seeps into the carpet, spreading and snaking it's way out from under the man's body, slowly Sean walks toward the man and when his granddaughter answers the phone he speaks to her.<em>"We have a messy situation we need to take care of. Then I will talk to you...."</em>Sean pauses for a moment, then speaks again. "Its time to come out of hiding my dear." Sean hung up the phone, that was all that needed to be said, he started by going through the dead man's pockets, shuddering as he looked at the man. In terms of his haircut style, it was as if he'd stepped right out of the thirties, his clothing was properly done, as if he was in the military. Taking the man's identification, money, and smart phone, Sean stashed these items in the safe in his room so they could be gone through later. For now there was nothing to do but wait, he would have to ask Lyla what happened today, he knew it was different.