"Well what's he want......Okay........Like that says much...........................Okay, fine I'm on my way."
The cell phone slid shut. Strangla spinning on his heels. His path barreling through the DWF corridors abruptly changing. Another about face, continuing for the exit. He was almost there at this point. He'd actually be quicker to hit up his motorcycle. Riding around the building to the executive wing. Cutting through the building probably twice as long. His head shook side to side breaking through the exit doors. The soft motion held all the way across the parking lot. This wasn't the time for this. He knew what Kevin wanted, before the show. Before the match would be a far better time. Kevin knew the load on Strangla's plate. The weight on his Texan shoulders. Strangla backed the bike into a parking spot right out front. Wondering who Eric Bitchoff was, and why he had a reserved space.
The shaking of his head never left. He wasn't too pleased about this last minute request for a meeting. His training had been soft towards the start of the week. His body tender from the matches so recent. Mr. Smash and a surprise visitor. Then the brutal bout with The Shade. He had cramming to do. A body to continue to push to beyond limits. A mind to prepare for another night of barbarous match's. Smash's Steel Surprise, and his own Match of Purifying light. Another time consuming, and thieving bit of wizardly. Constant phone calls. Endless amount of check ins/ups. Organizing the transport, travel and finally the erection of his special chamber. A metal monster being set-up half way around the world.
The elevator ride up. Strangla dropped taking the time to bust out push-ups. Military style he knocked out fifty effortlessly. The second half came with a little more work. All hundred were sealed before the elevator doors opened. Strangla running in place as the private closet reached the top floor. He knew, and could understand Kevin's concern. Letting so much valuable time waist away. Kevin had skill, he could've seen to it he and Strangla shared the same flight. Wouldn't that be smart. Seeing that he's life was most likely in MadDog's hands now. The Dark Requiem's ultimatum accepted by the GM.
This was odd. The office spaces practically deserted. Strangla checked in with the first receptionist. Permission granted to travel through out the top floor. Keeping his jog up the entire way. Finding the familiar double doors leading to Kevin's section of the executive floor. Even more odd, Lloyd was gone. That put MadDog on the spot. To announce himself, see his own person through Kevin's main doors. MadDog didn't view himself quite that close with his boss. So be it.
"Look boss man I know what you want, but can we make this quick. Not to be impolite, its just. Well, there's a lot to be done and taken care of right now. Hard pressed for time, and if we're both going to survive Last Rite's I have many things to do."
It was what some would call rude. To Strangla it was blunt and to the point. Niceties were just that nice. Manners were great, and Strangla tend to abide. Especially when dealing with a person of higher power. Now, there was now time for either.