He’d keyed her floor in, and closed the elevator and it started to ascend. Apparently she was going one of the floor, (his floor was also one of them), that had been registered on Worldmind’s scan as potential hideout places for the shapeshifter alien he was tracking. It, he, she (?) gave off a distinct signature but was confusing when it came into contact with oxygen. Earth was the perfect hiding place for it. “I have to agree on the boss. I’m pretty sure no one actually likes him. Well, I know this guy who works there. Takes great pictures, seriously underpaid. Maybe you could hire him.” Richard, of course, was talking about Peter Parker.
Sometimes she preferred the stairs, they were quiet and less cramped, although the city makes us all lazy. Trapped in the bubble of chaos that had endorsed the whole state, ever since the countless invasions of the planet. “Of course no one likes him, he’s completely unethical, he treats everyone like they’re crap and he loves to abuse his power. If you’re talking about Parker, we’ve tried but it’s literally impossible.” Shaking her head dismissively, watching the lighting in the ascending cube point out the floors. “So what brings you here? Interns are usually on the lower floors if you’re looking for a job…”
“Well that’s a shame, Peter’s got some talent. And that boss of his should be fired or something.” Seriously how did he even still had a job?
He paused ever so slightly at her question. Erm. Think quick, Richard. “I’m visiting a friend.” Richard answered, mentally asking Worldmind to pull up the employee list for the 22nd floor in case she asked who it was.
He selected a name at random and hoped she didn’t know that person well enough to see through him. Richard didn’t want to involve civilians in this mad alien chase. Besides, the more people who knew, the more likely it’ll spook that damned alien away and then he’d have to go after it again.
