#fixedpoint

two word starters | Accepting

Steve wasn’t in the habit of staring but there was something about the man that seemed familiar. Not to mention his attire was vaguely 1940′s war era. Steve subtly shook his head. Perhaps he was seeing things. It wouldn’t be the first time he thought he saw a familiar face from his life before.

“Jack....” Alu whispered as she shook him, trying to wake him from his nap on the couch. “Jack wake up. There’s a strange man at the door” Her paranoia was high and when she looked out of the peep hole after the doorbell rang, her creep-o-meter went off. She silently locked the door and then went to get Jack. 

“I see the house let you in.” He’d un-ironically given his suave buccaneer one of his cards after their first meeting. The other had laughed at the time, and asked how he was supposed to use a card with no phone number or address on it to get back in contact with him. He had explained patiently that if he put fire to the card, it would do one of two things depending on his intentions. If he needed help immediately, it would burn up and send out a distress signal. If he just wanted to casually get it touch, exposure to flame would reveal the address and primary phone number to the Sanctum.

Obviously, the other had elected to actually pay a visit, and even the house was bending over backward to greet him by opening the door for him. He was just coming down from the upstairs archive, having needed to go and dig up an old primary text to deal with some translation discrepancies “Welcome to my humble abode, Jack,” he said, putting the books on the table at the bottom of the stairs and walking over to his guest. “What can I do for you?”