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Edward shields his eyes from light of the explosion and sits stunned for a moment when he hears the young lady shout "Get down!" He then quickly stands up and moves to push the waitress down to the floor and hopefully behind something, without concern for himself, while shouting to Jackson
"Down on the floor!"
Edward strolled up to the two and sat down without waiting for approval "I see the two of you are already conspiring against me, but let’s first see what this place has to offer." Jackson turned her head and narrowed her eyes at Edward and smirked slightly, while Mr. Warren looked slightly taken a back for a few moments then put on a most unbecoming smile and replied "It is good to see you Mr. Pickman, we were just about ready to order." Jackson just looked at Edward and said "You are late." Edward smiled politely and studied Jackson. Constance Jackson, like him, was 32 years old, and they had both attended Harvard and the same classes. She stood just 5 feet 2, but manages to give off a menacing aura nevertheless and ran her office with iron hand efficiency. She had been no less intimidating back then, but brilliant and hard working, however despite this she had never manage to score high grades and after Harvard had ended up working a dead end job since she had lacked the connections. Edward had offered her the job as his business manager or as he teasingly called it his Consigliere despite the fact she has most others had disliked the eccentric youth, because he admired her iron will and determination he knew the slight female was exceptional despite her grades. Mr. Warren on the other hand was a blubbering idiot with connection, frankly Edward found him gross, but Jackson made much use of his skill and often brought him along to make presentations for Edward, though at times Edward suspected that the reason he ran into the pig so often was that Jackson knew how he disliked the man. Edward looked towards the waitress to have her take their order...
A cold wind blew in from the bay and across the glittering spires of concrete and glass of Emerald City, the sun just rising in the east coast its first few rays of light down on the Pickman mansion just outside the city in the Suburbs painting the dark green grass in almost grayish colors. Henry St. James, majordomo of the Pickman estate looks out over the domain of which he was in charge before turning away from the large iron framed windows and steps over next to the door into the basement. The door was always locked, except for 2 hours every morning where Master Edward would decent into the decent of the accursed second basement to the thing that lurked there. The door to the second basement opened and Edward Pickman Derby the Third stepped back into the hallways and took the glass of fine whiskey from the tray St. James held. "Might one inquire if there has been... any change Ser?" Edward looked at the unimposing man, with dark skin and stiff English manners for a brief moment then walked to the windows just moments before the other man had been looking out of and sipped the whiskey. "No, St. James, there has been no change." "If Ser would permit, I don't think..." Edward raised his free hand in a silencing gesture, "I do not permit. Now tell me what the schedule is for today." Not a muscle moved on the man's face to disclose his displeasure with the young Master, had the old Master and Mistress still been here this farce would never have been allowed, even so he had a job to do. "Yes Ser, Ser has an 8 o'clock appointment with the solicitors of Benson, Mark and Spencer about the Lidenbower case, then Ser at 10 Ser has a meeting with the geneticist from New Life, concerning the..." St. James hesitated for a moment then continued "... sample that Ser had them examine." Edward sipped his whiskey slowly, "I'll have lunch at the.. What’s it calling that place next to the Emerald City Library?" St. James sighed inwardly "Hassan's Grill and Pizza Ser, however I have ordered Ser lunch at Exporazzo." Edward closed his eyes annoyed at the fuzzy sense of pride in his person St. James displayed, but let it stand, St. James had been with the family for nearly 50 years, man and boy. "I will be spending time at the library after lunch until 3pm where I will head to the museum of natural history to look into the Achieves on the artifacts from the pre-Columbus era." St. James had expected as much and made a mental note to rely to the Pickman Foundation that the young Master had delegated the task to them. "Very well Ser, Ser will be required to attend the Maximilian Mars Fundraiser for the Society of Young Geniuses..." "The man is an arrogant bastard with his head so far up his ass that he will need a professional team of spelunkers to get it back out." Edward said turning to St. James who in turn didn't move a muscle to reveal his reaction to the crude statement. "That might very well be Ser, however Ser have already accepted the invitation, if Ser recalls we discussed it last week and Ser said that he would rather be" St. James coughs theatrically "dragged through the excrements of the entire city and then be introduced to a gentleman of large proportions named Bubba in the shower if Ser had to attend the Emerald City High School Poetry Night again this year and the fundraiser was Ser's alternative." Edward drew a deep breath and nodded. "At the least tell me St. James that the police radio has been installed in the bike by now? I desire to test it out tonight." St. James nodded ever so slightly, not letting a trace of the fact that he had actually suggested the poetry night first to ensure he had gotten the young Master's acceptance before suggesting the fundraiser. "The item in question has been installed along with a suitable headset and a wireless connection to the headset in your helmet Ser. However do Ser not think that Ser is going too far with this... fancy of Ser's?" Edward drained the rest of the whiskey then put the glass back on the tray the melting ice cubes tingling inside the glass from the movement, Edward headed towards his study. "No St. James, I haven't gone nearly far enough, this time."
Beware miscreants, There are worse things out there then thy, and one of them is I.
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