The base was empty. The lights were off, save those that hovered over The Corporations private bar. The music of Frank Blue Eyes Sinatra echoed around the steel walls filling the base with a strange atmosphere not normally felt in the Isles, calmness. Sitting at the bar was William Breaker, right hand man of John Sebastian. He sat with his elbow resting on the bar, resting a cloud of light smoke. Before him stood an ashtray, with a half smoked cigar resting on the edge, and bottle of fine whiskey. He poured himself a large glass and took a small sip, enjoying the taste, placing the glass down he picked up his cigar and took a short draw upon it, blowing out a smoke ring and watching it dissipate in the hazy light. The last item to sit before him was the infamous picture of himself and his family, days before his life went to hell, occasionally he would pick it up, look at it for a long moment and sigh.
He tried to let the feelings of melancholy wash over him but his world had been shaken with a single sentence said by Frederick Headliner Jones,
The only other person Lunk cant beat is Statesman
With that every-thing came crumbling down around William. Every-one knew Ben Big Lunk Campbel was strong, probably one of the strongest people both in the Isles and Paragon, but knowing that even he couldnt beat Statesman put Will in a dark place. He had put his whole life into beating the boy blue, the year of intense modification, the journey around Europe and Asia, the Superhuman Fighting Ring, was all so he could one day face States and kill him, but knowing what he did now he began to wonder if his reasons were just. Was Statesman really to blame for every-thing that went wrong? Did he just look for some-one to blame and picked the most obvious person? William knew the answers were all yes, but the anger in his heart, the anger he had built up for so long now told him no. The conflict in his heart and head brought him lower. The song changed and now Blue Eyes classic My Way began to play. William sat and listened to the lyrics, tapping his foot in time to the music. He closed his eyes and upon the very line the song was named after, William merely said to himself,
Wish I could do it my way Franky but its not that easy any more
The base was empty. The lights were off, save those that hovered over The Corporations private bar. The music of Frank Blue Eyes Sinatra echoed around the steel walls filling the base with a strange atmosphere not normally felt in the Isles, calmness. Sitting at the bar was William Breaker, right hand man of John Sebastian. He sat with his elbow resting on the bar, resting a cloud of light smoke. Before him stood an ashtray, with a half smoked cigar resting on the edge, and bottle of fine whiskey. He poured himself a large glass and took a small sip, enjoying the taste, placing the glass down he picked up his cigar and took a short draw upon it, blowing out a smoke ring and watching it dissipate in the hazy light. The last item to sit before him was the infamous picture of himself and his family, days before his life went to hell, occasionally he would pick it up, look at it for a long moment and sigh.
He tried to let the feelings of melancholy wash over him but his world had been shaken with a single sentence said by Frederick Headliner Jones,
The only other person Lunk cant beat is Statesman
With that every-thing came crumbling down around William. Every-one knew Ben Big Lunk Campbel was strong, probably one of the strongest people both in the Isles and Paragon, but knowing that even he couldnt beat Statesman put Will in a dark place. He had put his whole life into beating the boy blue, the year of intense modification, the journey around Europe and Asia, the Superhuman Fighting Ring, was all so he could one day face States and kill him, but knowing what he did now he began to wonder if his reasons were just. Was Statesman really to blame for every-thing that went wrong? Did he just look for some-one to blame and picked the most obvious person? William knew the answers were all yes, but the anger in his heart, the anger he had built up for so long now told him no. The conflict in his heart and head brought him lower. The song changed and now Blue Eyes classic My Way began to play. William sat and listened to the lyrics, tapping his foot in time to the music. He closed his eyes and upon the very line the song was named after, William merely said to himself,
Wish I could do it my way Franky but its not that easy any more
He picked up his cigar and took another draw