#brainoftheoperations

He couldn't help but be amazed, he was in New York. After five years of confinement, he couldn't believe all the changes. Technology is taking over, the world he knew before his imprisonment faded day by day. He needed to adapt to the new world he was in. But the urges. He was 24 when he arrived in New York,  just 6 years ago he was back in his small town home in Florida, just trying to live his life, trying to make ends meet. But a calling happened, he needed to find himself, a place to be and where he could control these urges.

These urges would never go away. And in a new day like this, the catching of murderers, criminals and the like has become easier. Killing just wasn't an escape anymore but a job that included the covering of tracks, he learned this through his time in JDC. He was fine for now, but he knew it would come again, the urges, the blood lust. He always thought of it as an eye opening experience. Killing his father wasn't just a kill, but a release from the ideology of this world.

But all thoughts cast aside, he was driving in a taxi through the "big apple", he was going to a restaurant he had been planning to go to since he'd got here. And tonight just happened to be speed date night. Eat a nice dinner and talk to girls looking for a good time.

Paying the taxi, carelessly dropping the money as he left the cab. He fixed his clothes, a nice white shirt, with a coat over it, a tie creeping down his body. Slacks and polished black shoes to make it all fit. He had a habit of overdoing things. It was a simple "greet'n'dash" but it didn't matter to him. Clothes are clothes, why not look nice?

A couple of girls came to sit down, to Asbel they all looked overdid and just asking to be fucked. Desperation was not on his list. It was when she sat down that his night had become one of eternal ecstasy. He could tell instantly she wasn't like any of the other girls. She was worth the effort to talk to. It was almost as if he connected with her on a deeper level.