#FINCH & PRISCILLA┊THREAD 01; SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES. ( myxcenterxstage )

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The CLANG !!  of metal against skull  &  bone cut  through the room,  followed by a heavy THUD as the assassin fell to the ground,  unconscious.  The previous times things had ended this way (  one or two times ),  it had been someone like a security guard of some sort,  someone who was simply at the WRONG place  &  the wrong time.  Harold would be inclined to APOLOGIZE,  technically to no one  considering they were seldom conscious to hear him—–but he felt NO such inclination with a person who was about to murder  an innocent person for financial gain.

Priscilla Kimbleton was simply the HEIR for her Uncle’s multi-billion dollar corporation,  a corporation where meticulous plans were set in motion to usurp it’s leadership.  Harold had received Miss Kimbleton’s number as well as her Uncle’s,  Thomas Kimbleton.  They had come for Priscilla first,  given they believed she would be an EASY target.  Infuriating the corporation was simple enough once Harold had bought just enough shares of the company to be NOTICED  &  eventually contacted for a meeting.

NOW he stood,  slightly  breathless as he returned the vase to it’s place on the shelf.  The vigorous movements to get  him here soon enough  (  along with the FORCE he’d just had to use to knock the man unconscious )  had begun to take a toll on damaged vertebrae  &   nerves,  the familiar pain searing throughout his limbs.  It made breathing  a little more difficult,  but he hadn’t the time to DWELL on it. 

Brows LIFTING with emphasis as their gazes met,  Harold began,

 ❝ You don’t know  me,  but I’m here to HELP.  We’ve got to get you out  of here. ❞