The attack on his warehouse and the bomb on his desk had put Norman on guard. Not that he wasn't, usually, but this -- there was an intent here, an active intent to rebel against or unsettle him. It wouldn't work, and he wouldn't allow anyone -- whoever it was -- to believe it had.
So as loathe as he was to stand up the patient Ms. Kyle (who was taking, in Norman's opinion, her sweet time in acting on whatever plans she must have been hatching), there was other business he had to take care of first. He'd left the building, and then doubled-back. He couldn't be sure where they would strike next, but he knew what he would be protecting. Just because they had struck a blow at one of his aliases didn't mean he wouldn't protect the other.
He dressed himself in its pieces, and waited. And they had come. No one that he recognized, but that wasn't important. They were here. His teeth bared in anger and satisfaction.
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Date: 2009-12-29 05:28 am (UTC)So as loathe as he was to stand up the patient Ms. Kyle (who was taking, in Norman's opinion, her sweet time in acting on whatever plans she must have been hatching), there was other business he had to take care of first. He'd left the building, and then doubled-back. He couldn't be sure where they would strike next, but he knew what he would be protecting. Just because they had struck a blow at one of his aliases didn't mean he wouldn't protect the other.
He dressed himself in its pieces, and waited. And they had come. No one that he recognized, but that wasn't important. They were here. His teeth bared in anger and satisfaction.