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the dull grey of the skyline was opresive, even to those who where use to it. The staggered roofline slowly growing as it reached further into the center of the city. One building stood out above all others. A tall and lifeless building, but no more dominating of the view. A car crested the hill as the light broak though the clouds to shine onto the near obsidion block of offices. The car was a nice one, a low red with two thin white stripes running from bonnet to boot. The windows where dark, but the faint outline of a tall and thin black haired man could be seen. A small smile played across his lips as the building shon. "Ahh another long days work" He said quietly to himself. A light drum of muffled talking could be heard, the morning radio going though the usual trivialaties of the recent events, things had gotten boreing latley.

The car made its way down the quiet coultry hill. Soon meeting up with a main road. A few cars going this way and that, more often that not they would be going "that" way, the way the red car turned. To the buzzing matropelis where the bulk of the locals worked. A few would be employees, the man though to himself. the car pulled out with a quiet hum as the motor went with a rapid aceleration. A few turns and the motorway was in view a few minuets later. Slipping into the flow of the morning traffic the car nipped on. No more or less than anyone else was.

it wasn't long before the long streach of concreet passed the city, a large number of cars moving off the road and proceeding into the urban and ess comercalised areas. The red car continued on its way. Nipping off around 5 minutes later down a much less used street. He pulled into a storage unit yard. A light flashed on his dash board as he drove infront of one of the contaners. A soft rumble could be felt as the door of the container opened up by itself, reveling a well lit and nicly maintained tunnel. Again the car moved off swiftly as the accelerator was depressed.

The tunnel had a few other tunnels moving into it, no one else was present on either these roads or the otherside of the main tunnels road.

A soft accent started after a few minutes into a well iluminated car park. Expenisde and lush cars where everywhere. The room was large whith a small number of cars in comparrison, while a guard sat by the more staditional entrance from the grounds beond,

"Morning Aron" The tall man called as he locked his car. The man stood up stiffly "Norming sir" he said as he watched the suited drived laugh to himself, walking past him a friendly smile passed his lips as the brushed steel of the elevator came ito view. A ping chimed before he had even reached the door. moving open with a soft woosh, noise a highly polished, full length mirror greated him. Stepping in and pressing the topmost button caused a rapid accent.

The building was a good thirty stories tall, but that didn't seem to matter on the 30 second journy.

Stepping out into a well furbished offace the man breathed in the deep armoma of vanilla, he had left a candle burning last night to lighten the room. A few news papers where stacked neatly on his desk. As he took a seat he looked down onto the sprawling city benith his feet.

A small silver loack, set of a triangle of dark wood sat neatly infront of him, "CEO: Robert Frost" The man kicked up his feet as he glanced over the morning broadsheets.

About 40 stroies down, with a quickly printed A4 sheet of paper was the name "Rock Josiah" stuck to a cubical "door" with a few sparse strands of sticky tape. tryping furiously, and with a nigh unmatched accurecy, Rock rapid fire typed over the general din of the programming floor. Next to him sat a bottle of cool clear water, while propped on his nose where his trade mark glasses, small, round and dark purple. A white shirt was buttened up to near the top as a tie hung a little loser than it should have been. With a sigh the program saved tiltin his head back to the roof he called out to, seemingly, no one "Found the prosesser error, we needed more threads in the program, I have a blue print of what you'll need to do if you want it" After a quick heart bead, another voice called back "Thanks Rock, needed to get on with this, e-mail it over would you?" Pushing his classes as he tilted his head back up to normal orientation he moved a few files and a quick message and title "Yea its sent, I'ma get on with the rest of it" "ok Rock call you when I need you"

Rock streached his arms out as he sighed again. "Board now" He said softly before taking a sip of water and resuming typing again.