His smirk faded and he braced for the impact of Alan’s hand but it never came. He heard the ding of the elevator that was followed by a familiar voice. Of course you wouldn’t use electronics. Cheeky bastard.
He grit his teeth as he listened to the Templar’s description. “Tosser,” he grumbled under his breath and glared daggers at the brunet’s back. Luckily there was a trip on his system. Thankfully everything was off from the move and he had a brutal security system when trying to reboot them. If any of his multiple, timed passwords were triggered, each hard-drive was set to self-destruct. Might as well act as if they already had everything in the bag. Could influence a few slip-ups if they’re over-confident.
“No problem for my techs- or rather, it better not be,” he answered.
Alan held his hands behind his back as he leaned mere inches away from Shaun’s face and smiled. “I wonder how long it will take your friends to realize you’ve been missing?” He moved back and took out his phone and scrolled through it, not looking away from it as he continued to speak.
“I bet we can take the very livelihood out of you before they find you. You’ll be nothing but a lifeless soul clinging to flesh and bones when they find you, and you will be no use to them… but they will be of so much use to me.”
He put his phone away and gestured for Barrows to do as he may with their hostage.
At the offer he walk over towards Shaun. “Well Mr. Hastings, it seems our host wishes that I do the entertainment. I am certain you would not mind aiding me in this affair?” A sly and deadly smirk settled across his lips.
He glanced up towards Alan, wondering if he was allowed to get a little more comfortable for such a task. Julius noticed the change in demeanor and trotted over to circle Shaun’s chair. Their pray was toy now right? He could play?
Cesare’s fingers threaded into the red collar around Julius’ neck, holding him in place as the large dog sized up Shaun.
“Well she’s touchy— in a good way and I know she means well but I don’t know what to do back? However, I feel as if anyone tried to harm her or take her away, I’d kill them.” Micheletto bumped into his desk and sent the inkwell tilting over.
“—Is it love or friendship? Letting her into my life is sentencing her to death.”
He reached over to try and save a few of the papers, managing to snatch up a few in time, sighing as he tipped the well back up to normal. He looked up. Micheletto, clumsy… He really was smitten. “… Try your hand, return what affection you can afford to stand Micheletto. I know your preferences. Ask her things about what she likes, test the waters. Knowing you, you will not allow anything to sentence her to death, not even the likes of me if you are as smitten as you seem.” He smirked.
The neatly corded belt was unknotted easily, his fingers twining around the material easily. His other hand came up then to take Leonardo’s chin into hand, to get him to look up and meet his gaze. Leaning in close. An eyebrow quirking up as if in question.
His gaze flickered up to meet Cesare’s, then his eyes fluttered shut.
The proximity was bringing back…memories.
And so he turned away, ever so slightly.
Smiling he leaned forward, letting his lips gently brush the other’s ear. “Something wrong, Maestro?” He asked in a teasing half purr of a voice.
A man has had 75 per cent of his skull replaced with a custom-made 3D-printed implant.
The un-named patient in the United States had his head imaged by a 3D scanner before the plastic prosthetic was crafted to suit his features.
The ground-breaking operation has only now been revealed.
The company says it can now provide the 3D printouts to replace bone damaged by disease or trauma after the US Food and Drug Administration granted approval on February 18.
The implant is more than a simple moulded plastic plate: Tiny surface details are etched into the polyetherketoneketone to encourage the growth of cells and bone.
The company says about 500 people in the US could make use of the technology each month, with recipients ranging from injured construction workers through to wounded soldiers.
It says it can produce an implant within two weeks of obtaining 3D scans of the affected area.
Shadows darken in an empty room and the candle blows out by an unseen force, the quill dropped. The ink well topples spilling ink onto the maps before spilling onto the ground… Disembodied foot prints walk out of the room, through the closed door…
She nodded, “i have, thank you sir….but now i have nowhere to go, that why i’m roaming this country side….uh….brand sir?” she wondered slightly
“Si, the Assassins find that a mark of loyalty must be given to prove that one is ready to serve. A little different from ours. They brand themselves, willingly.” It made no sense to him, if done wrong whatever was branded would be useless do to damage done by the burn. That and he had been on the battlefield enough to know that such a smell was not pleasant.
To hear she had nowhere to go was interesting. “No where to go? Do you require something to aid you?” They were templars, they worked to pull each other up out of the depths if they had the means to. It kept their order strong.
Slate blue eyes looked up from his work with a growl of light annoyance. Although seeing who it was he calmed. “Madonna, what have you come to me for?” He asked easily, bridging his hands before him.
She went in, closing the door behind her. She was oddly calm today, and she had no idea why. But it showed in her walk, the way her voice sounded. “It’s been a while and I was wondering if your men needed their weapons restocked..”
Calm… he was not used to her so calm. It brought one eyebrow higher along his brow. “My men take great care with their weapons, Madonna, and most fighting as ceased. At present I do not need to restock.” He answered. “I would gladly look at what else you have to offer however.”