Posted at 7:41 am on Jun 26, 2015 by:
Derrick Scrivens
Hiding the Happy Face
When Scrivens arrived at work the next day, he expected to spend the day sitting in his office, biding his time. With the Cybernetic Prototypes project stuck for the time being, there wasn't much else that he could do at work.
Before he could get to his office, Faust stopped him in the hallway, a stricken look on his face. "Scrivens, have you heard? Someone murdered Walsh last night."
"Oh wow. That's... too bad. What happened?" Scrivens was trying his best to sound concerned, but he really did want to know the details of Walsh's final moments in life.
"Someone shot him in the bathroom at a restaurant. Can you believe that? They think he was washing his hands when someone just came up behind him and..." Faust couldn't finish, completely unsuspecting of the similar fate that awaited him. Hopefully within a week, people would be discussing Faust in a similar manner. Scrivens wasn't sure he would be able to sound so concerned then.
"Well, he knew the risks of his job just as much as we do. It's the nature of this business." Scrivens started to walk on to his office, now anxious to get there.
"Yeah, I guess so. We're supposed to be the ones pulling the strings though." Faust remained standing in the hallway, shaking his head in disbelief.
In his office, Scrivens shut the door and turned on the computer, quickly navigating to a news website. He didn't have to look hard to find an article about the killing. The details weren't too in depth, but it did say that Walsh had been shot several times. A large smile began to spread across Scrivens' face at the thought of Walsh's possibly drawn out murder at the hands of Shizuka, the smile quickly turning into laughter.
One down, three to go. Scrivens looked forward to reading about the other three as well. What made it even better to him was how clueless Faust was about Scrivens being behind it. As if Walsh had no enemies within the company and was everyone's friend.
Scrivens spent the remainder of his time at work looking up further information on Walsh's murder. Most of the articles said pretty much the same thing and he didn't learn many new details. It didn't get old to Scrivens though, finding himself laughing a few more times throughout the day. When it was time for him to go home, he was in a much better mood than he'd been in that morning as well as over the previous couple days.
