Akihiro Almeida's Story

The morning sun was rising up like a reborn phoenix, the night began to wane away as the moon began to die away. The stars began to go dim like light bulbs. Soon, the sun began to shine phosphorescent rays at a man with sun-kissed skin. Getting out of bed was no problem for the man as he awoke groggily. The man's body was aching all over and it was sore the moment he awoke. Yawning, he went to the bathroom in his room and brushed his teeth for 3 minutes. After that, the man went down to the dining area and began to make coffee. Brewing the coffee created a robust aroma around the room and it soon spread to the many that were still asleep.

"Well, through the various number sequences that kept popping up in my mind, I had a vision involving the breakthrough of an AIDS vaccine, an unlucky man winning a jackpot to support his struggling family, the development of a supercomputer which will change the face of technology. However, the most shocking and alarming image I saw was an explosion at the Rockefeller center which will happen two days later at night." Akihiro said to Sandrine, as he started off in a happy tone but through the use of cadence, the tone dropped to a more serious and attentive mood since the last part of Aki's thought/sentence was serious and must be stopped due to the fact that the event will kill a substantial amount of people in/near the building.

"But, anyway, that's what I saw, Now where's Alan, he should be waking up by now." Akihiro added.

Alan.

"Three one four one. Five-nine, two six five three. Five-eight-nine." He spoke quickly into his cell phone, sliding the bolt home on his rifle. The smell of coffee caught his attention, forcing a pause in his actions. "French roast? Hmm. Six point seven miles, yeah. Make it so." a click, the phone snapped shut. Adjusting his glasses, and setting aside the rifle, a Browning X-Bolt Stalker, he heads for the stairs. The others were down there, the echoes reached him as he slipped on a shirt- "Alan being suspicious..." So, they thought him different. No matter.

Pausing at the door, he grabs a pistol- 9mm, extended mag. with a custom silencer built into the barrel, and slips the gun into a shoulder holster. Odds were he wouldn't need it, the others were simply math-heads...he was the real threat. While unable to use numbers for practical things, they could see things..things Alan didn't understand, or care about. He was simply tasked with keeping the group safe- no matter what. His skills came from calculating out patterns of battle, and finding obscure trajectories. His was a hands-on math.

Clomping down the stairs, one hand on the rail, he runs a few things through his head- passing windows he glances out, taking stock of the world. He kept a detailed accounting of the views from the windows- Liscence plates, pedestrians, shadows ect. The coast looked clear, passing the final window before the foot of the stairs. His eyes shift, tracking across the room, towards the smell of coffee and the sounds of talking. Small quick steps carry him through the room and into the kitchen, one hand moving to snag a mug. "Doubts. How quaint."

"Well... I have some doubts about him but he's sketchy and shady to me. But that's my opinion..." Akihiro said and he stopped right in the middle of his thought seeing Alan moving towards a mug in the kitchen. Akihiro usually seems nervous when Alan is around him because of his presence. "Hello... Alan.... How-how... are... you..." Akihiro said in broken words showing evident fear towards Alan. Akihiro would never be like this in front of anybody but he is afraid of Alan and what he might do to him.

"We were, um..., just talking about what we saw through... the... numbers." Akihiro added saying the words slowly in a fearful disposition. After squaking out the words in a broken manner, he just breathed slowly.

Alan

The sputtering words of the one were ignored- Fear was thick in the air, to Alan it was just the way things went. Sipping his drink, after first blowing away a bit of the heat he takes the toast, and sets it aside. The female was new, but already her laughter was becoming a fixture of the building- it was nice though. So much dread and doom, all the drama..it was nice to hear a real belly-acher of a laugh now and then. Plus he had to agree, the situation WAS funny; Alan was a bad-guy, he hurt people...the hell was he doing playing nurse-maid?

"I wouldn't waste the bullets..." he mutters, setting the mug next to the toast. "A bombing? But why? You two are about as useful as tits on a frog. You can see an event...but not WHY it happens. For all we know I could be blowing the place up..." he shakes his head, moving to the fridge- he wanted jelly. Dry toast was boring. To his frustration they were out of strawberry, and only had some grape left. "Who ate all my jelly?"

Akihiro quickly regained his composure and said to Alan in a "matter of fact" tone "Well, I saw the event but I theorized on who would do it. It isn't like I could just instantly know who did it through seeing the sequences of numbers scribbled in the endless pages in my notebook." Sighing, Akihiro then turned his attention to Sandrine "I'm going out for a bit, Sandrine, I'll see you later" Akihiro added and then he went out of the house as he stepped on the sidewalk and continued walking on the pavement.

Akihiro was walking along the streets. It was rather crowded today during the morning since most people in New York are in a rush to get their breakfast quick and rush to work by frantically calling a taxi or running with a briefcase or a suitcase as they run without noticing their surroundings. Akihiro then hung out at the park where he usualy draws. He did just that by getting out a sketchpad and a pencil. There was a beautiful backdrop of trees and flowers growing around the circular area in where the playground was in the park. Akihiro readied his grip and stenciled the background and surroundings with precise strokes. After what seemed to be half-an-hour, he was finished with the sketch. It came out perfectly but the monochromatic mood of the sketch didn't seem right to match the mood of today's morning. In response, Akihiro sighed in a droll manner without anything to do in the park.