Post by Alphonse Giordano on Feb 26, 2007 22:27:24 GMT -5
After Alphonse hung up the phone, he tapped on the trunk's door to get Warren's attention, before phasing his own face through the metal. He looked apologetic, and he was. He really would have rathered it not come to this. He sighed, and said,
"Warren, I know you can hear me, but I also know you can't talk without sounding incredibly wasted. I am extremely sorrowed by this turn of events, and if you had just not tried to run, none of this would have happened. Here's a quick synopsis of what is about to happen. You are going to be driven to an airport, and loaded onto a plane. You will be placed in the back, and put in a comfortable but restraining chair. At the airport, you will be injected with morphine and sedatives in your back, arms, and legs. If you are hungry, you can call for food or drinks. The in-flight movie will be whatever you choose, we have a wide selection. Once again, I am very sorry...but you'll see after meeting Him, you will thank us for this. Rest well, feeling should return in about an hour, speech in about half."
Alphonse stood up again, and walked around Peppers to the front, and hopped on his bike. He started it up, and muttered something about helmets being useless for him. He spun around on the bike, before powering off towards the airport. He would weave through traffic, alleys, and one or two buildings. Cops couldn't touch him, and physics meant almost nothing...it would be an interesting night. On a side note, most fortunate for Alphonse, the waitress he had just invited for a Friday appointment had just gotten off shift, and would be safe. But that has almost no relevance.
"Warren, I know you can hear me, but I also know you can't talk without sounding incredibly wasted. I am extremely sorrowed by this turn of events, and if you had just not tried to run, none of this would have happened. Here's a quick synopsis of what is about to happen. You are going to be driven to an airport, and loaded onto a plane. You will be placed in the back, and put in a comfortable but restraining chair. At the airport, you will be injected with morphine and sedatives in your back, arms, and legs. If you are hungry, you can call for food or drinks. The in-flight movie will be whatever you choose, we have a wide selection. Once again, I am very sorry...but you'll see after meeting Him, you will thank us for this. Rest well, feeling should return in about an hour, speech in about half."
Alphonse stood up again, and walked around Peppers to the front, and hopped on his bike. He started it up, and muttered something about helmets being useless for him. He spun around on the bike, before powering off towards the airport. He would weave through traffic, alleys, and one or two buildings. Cops couldn't touch him, and physics meant almost nothing...it would be an interesting night. On a side note, most fortunate for Alphonse, the waitress he had just invited for a Friday appointment had just gotten off shift, and would be safe. But that has almost no relevance.