Robert stood on a step-stool as he looked into one of the three mirrors at himself. A lanky older gentlemen walked around him inspecting the suit that Robert had just ordered and tailored. The man inspected every seam, every tuck, and every fold of the fabric, bating at it occasionally to see how it falls, and dust off whatever lint might be clinging to it. Robert however was not paying much attention to the man, or his suit, Robert was looking deep into his own eyes, reflecting on the past few weeks that had lead to him getting this new suit.
Maybe if we had... or what if we hadn't... He pondered to himself.
"Alright." The old man interrupted Robert's train of thought. "I would say this is fitting you nicely," he said with a hint of accomplishment. though; it is a shame that it is required." He added with a heavy gaze into the mirror at Robert. "My condolences to you and the boy's family."
"Thank you, Lenard." Robert said. His voice soft, but steady.
"For this, and what you have done for us." Robert stepped down from the stool and waved over an officer of his, Jacob, who had been sitting in a chair near by. Jacob approached and handed Robert a hanger with another set of clothes on it, a set less formal.
"It is unfortunate that this would happen, but we all know the risks involved." Robert said heading into a changing room for a few minutes. Jacob produced a card and handed it to Lenard.
"I assume that is true." Lenard said before walking over to the front desk of the store and inserting the card into a terminal. Lenard worked through several screens of the terminal before Robert made his way to the other side of the front desk now in what would be a more normal attire for a man of his look, and Jacob pulled out his phone tapping the screen. "All done." Lenard handed the card back to Robert. "You are familiar with the guarantee and its limits, so should you need anything."
"I know where to find you." Robert smiled as he replaced the card, put the device back into his coat, and nodded at Lenard before exiting the store as Jacob finished requesting their ride.
The store was a small specialty store front called Prism located in the business district of town. People walking to and from work, or leisure activities filled the sidewalks. Cars and cabs filled the streets lined with other parked vehicles. Robert and Jacob stopped outside the store for only a moment before a black Model S Tesla rolled to a stop on the street in front of them. Robert got into the back seat while Jacob went around to enter the drivers seat. Jacob tapped around on the GPS screen to turn it off, and headed to their destination where the Prophet would be waiting. Robert had mixed feelings about this meet; he was anxious to know what Elliot had planned now that it had been a year since recruiting, but also was not looking forward to being around the zealots and even less, Markus.
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After a short time of driving through the dense cityscape the tall buildings gave-way to the older structures of what used to be. Much of this land was marked condemned, left to the rougher types in life. Others were repurposed for, and still in use for businesses. Robert didn't like these areas much, not cause of the nature of crime, or the risk of harm, but that most of these people are still
living under the control of the inhibitors. They don't have the choice to want more than this; even if they don't, they should still have the choice. Jacob kept driving past the rundown homes and people, some of the rookie gang types whistling at the car as it passed by only to be swatted by other members that recognized Robert.
It wasn't long before the car came to an old night club, and turned down one of the narrow alleyways beside it. The car came to a stop, Robert and Jacob stepped out, and the car drove forward a little more into a garage down the alley. The two then entered the building where a gathering of cult followers and other members had assembled and were celebrating. Slowly making their way through the crowd, Robert was recognized by a few there, and made short greetings before moving on to where the Prophet was waiting. Entering one of the many side rooms that were converted lounges Robert was met by several armed guards that boar the crest of the monks, Markus' people.
"Oh, good." Robert said with a slight tone of annoyance.
"Markus must already be here.""Where is your faith?" One of the guards asked. The cue for the commanders under the Prophet.
"Do we really have to do this every time?" Robert asked as he turned the front fold of his coat collar to reveal an insignia similar to the that of the cult's. With that the two monks stood aside and let Robert pass, as Jacob took a seat in the lounge with the two monks.
Descending the stairs that lead to the hidden area of the club added on for the cult, Robert shortly found himself in the meeting room where the Prophet had called for them to meet with Markus on the other end of the table from him. He looked to where the Prophet was, or would be, and announced himself before looking to Markus and nodding a greeting.