AtomicNut
YummyYummyAndrew Polanski's kingdom {And a light morning breeze}
David Sinclair
Piazza del Campidoglio, Rome
With Miyako following orders by the letter, David couldn't help but troll the poor lad by just quickly surfing on his laptop to find the Farmers rally association's web page. The required details were there, including the location in which the event would take place. But hey, at least the teen would confirm the old fashion way! By now, she would probably be used to these antics and mock errand runs. It kept her in top shape and made her use her brain instead of her usual brawn. Something that would probably prove useful if a tight situation were to occur.
The next morning would be a difficult one, for waking up early was long since behind David ever since he became his own boss. In spite of this, he never complained, he actually enjoyed changing rhythm from time to time. When he emerged from his room, he already seem completely pampered, having showered in his personal bathroom connected to his room, his hair was still visibly damp and combed backwards to give a more 60's feel. Even though he wasn't even born at that time. He wore a normal, beige T-shirt tucked into his blue jeans. Okay, very lacking in the fashion department with 'has been' carved in his forehead, but at least he kept a classy charm. What often killed it, however, would be his round glasses laced with a small rubber strand around his neck. The reason why Miyako hasn't destroyed that already remains a mystery to this day.
He didn't have to say much to get Miyako going, she obeyed without any commentary like any good henchman would do. He kept his research to himself, though the fact that he didn't ask about her research most likely rose a red flag in the young lady's mind. If only she could harness the willpower to make a remark about it, then David would actually be impressed. Without much slacking off, they departed toward the renown plaza of Rome. A particularly beautiful place at night, the Piazza del Campidoglio.
If anyone asked, he was bringing his rebellious daughter to this little convention-like rally as punishment. As they arrived, they'd notice how crowded the place was, not to mention the many stands of many merchants/farmers selling their goods while offering samples during this occasion. There'd even be a variety of animals they had managed to get a permit from the city to show off to the public whilst doing business. In the center, a podium where many invited figures would give a speech. Polanski would be one of them.
"You see this, this is the kind of life we'd live if we weren't bound to devouring flesh in a daily basis. Makes one wonder if we truly got the low end of the stick."
He'd comment on all these 'peasants' as he'd call them, helping himself with a sample of dried pig meat. Of course, he didn't taste or chew it, but used the common method of immediately swallowing it. He wanted to blend in, and no better way to do it than when it'd feel the most natural to do so. Andrew Polanski wasn't up to talk yet, as such they could at least scout around.
And then it hit him, though it seemed normal in such a public event, but the 'security' hired here appeared a little too formal to be what they'd solicit for a farmers rally of all things. Special services types of people, in a very fancy dark clad, perfectly aligned ties and earphones to appear very organized. However, the tie itself and the little decorations they held on their suit added doubts. Because of his poor eyesight, David couldn't tell, but the vague combination of colors seemed to form the Swiss Guard's insignia. Odd, they usually had their very unique uniform and were aligned only to the Pope. But what would raise suspicion to even Miyako who'd be ignorant of such small facts would be the beautifully sculpted black suitcases they carried. They didn't have weapons, nor was there a reason for them to actually carry them while stationary. This was nerve racking, to say the least. Why would CCG-like individuals be dressed like this and here of all places?
While focused on such elements, he'd miss the swift shadows jumping from roof to roof on the adjacent buildings. He was getting a bit old for this after all, but Miyako surely wasn't as rusty.
