Judgement – The Perfect Pad
by Arrival James Grayburn
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It had already been a long day. Very long. The two-frame office, however, was well on its way to becoming exactly what James wanted it to be. Cleaners had already been through, removing the stale urine scent that had accompanied the carpets. Several cosmetic bulkheads had already been installed, leaving a double door as the only entrance to Grayburn, LLC. That was what was written in bold white lettering on the plate-aluminum window that rested next to the door.
Through the transparent material, a passerby would see only a small waiting room with a large mirror on one wall and a short hallway with three doors. Everything was still bare, devoid of any furnishings or decorations. Even the bulkheads were the dull unpainted grey they had been when the workmen brought them up.
James was impressed at how quickly everything had gone up. It had only been eight hours and already most of the heavy work had been done. He'd ordered the furniture as well as the other cosmetic details installed tomorrow. For now he would have to do with a hard Starfleet matress. It's only one night, he told himself repeatedly.
The tall man walked into the hallway and opened the door on the left. Inside was a room with a large plate-glass window that looked out exactly where the mirror in the other room was. This would be his office. The small replicator had come pre-installed in the wall, and that suited James just fine. If he put a desk and a couple of chairs just so, it would be perfect.
He closed the door quietly behind him, to his left was a small unisex bathroom. It had only the bare essentials. He ignored it. His attention was focused on the door directly across from his office. Although it wouldn't look like it after tomorrow, James could tell that this was no flimsy aperture. The obvious weight of the reinforced door shrugged aside as he entered his entry code. What the door opened on would soon be incredible. A large, open room with kitchen appliances and a large sitting area greeted Grayburn. This would be his living area. Through an open double-door in one wall, he could see his bedroom, and an adjacent door opened onto a small bathroom.
On the opposite wall was a small, inconspicuous opening, behind which rested a small bolt-hole. It was a place for James to keep prisoners or wards if things got dicey. It didn't happen often, but it was best to be prepared. The bounty hunter entered his bedroom. It, like the rest of this space was empty, barren. A large closet and a master bath both branched off of this area. Two frames had been quite spacious enough to house everything that James had wanted for his home. It took some finagling but every aspect of the perfect bachelor's apartment was here, in perfect anonymity.
There were no plans after all. There were no records. If Starfleet asked, it was a place to hold prisoners or those under his protection over-night. It was perfectly legal and ridiculously expensive. A year of any of Bradshaw's grunts' wages were going into simply outfitting this space, not to mention the rent and upkeep. It was well worth it. Well worth every strip of latinum.
------SD37 Early Evening------
The last workman looked back as he walked away from the unassuming storefront. It looked like a small office. The reality was anything but. Through a polished aluminum window warm light shone on new leather couch and love seat, with green plants resting next to them. In front of them rested a sturdy coffee table. Everything about the office seemed expensive. And it was.
James sat in a comfortable leather office chair behind a massive red oak desk. An inconspicuous computer screen shone from the glossy surface, betraying the modern nature of the furniture. Everything was perfect. He'd inspected it all. The furnishings, the paint, carpet, it was flawless--right down to the false wood appearance of the doors.
The lights shut off as the door to the office closed. James entered his apartment and smiled. Gleaming stainless steel appliances in the kitchen, plush leather couches, wall-height screens that could immerse the occupant in any environment he liked, or entertain at any size--all this greeted him. He'd spent most of two days working. Now it was time for some fun. After all, he had a date to meet.
by Arrival James Grayburn
Post Details
| Title | The Perfect Pad | |
| Mission | Judgement | |
| Author(s) | Arrival James Grayburn | |
| Posted | Wed Apr 13, 2011 @ 5:49am | |
| Location | "Grayburn, LLC" 2W-027/28 | |
| Timeline | SD36 - Late Afternoon |
Through the transparent material, a passerby would see only a small waiting room with a large mirror on one wall and a short hallway with three doors. Everything was still bare, devoid of any furnishings or decorations. Even the bulkheads were the dull unpainted grey they had been when the workmen brought them up.
James was impressed at how quickly everything had gone up. It had only been eight hours and already most of the heavy work had been done. He'd ordered the furniture as well as the other cosmetic details installed tomorrow. For now he would have to do with a hard Starfleet matress. It's only one night, he told himself repeatedly.
The tall man walked into the hallway and opened the door on the left. Inside was a room with a large plate-glass window that looked out exactly where the mirror in the other room was. This would be his office. The small replicator had come pre-installed in the wall, and that suited James just fine. If he put a desk and a couple of chairs just so, it would be perfect.
He closed the door quietly behind him, to his left was a small unisex bathroom. It had only the bare essentials. He ignored it. His attention was focused on the door directly across from his office. Although it wouldn't look like it after tomorrow, James could tell that this was no flimsy aperture. The obvious weight of the reinforced door shrugged aside as he entered his entry code. What the door opened on would soon be incredible. A large, open room with kitchen appliances and a large sitting area greeted Grayburn. This would be his living area. Through an open double-door in one wall, he could see his bedroom, and an adjacent door opened onto a small bathroom.
On the opposite wall was a small, inconspicuous opening, behind which rested a small bolt-hole. It was a place for James to keep prisoners or wards if things got dicey. It didn't happen often, but it was best to be prepared. The bounty hunter entered his bedroom. It, like the rest of this space was empty, barren. A large closet and a master bath both branched off of this area. Two frames had been quite spacious enough to house everything that James had wanted for his home. It took some finagling but every aspect of the perfect bachelor's apartment was here, in perfect anonymity.
There were no plans after all. There were no records. If Starfleet asked, it was a place to hold prisoners or those under his protection over-night. It was perfectly legal and ridiculously expensive. A year of any of Bradshaw's grunts' wages were going into simply outfitting this space, not to mention the rent and upkeep. It was well worth it. Well worth every strip of latinum.
------SD37 Early Evening------
The last workman looked back as he walked away from the unassuming storefront. It looked like a small office. The reality was anything but. Through a polished aluminum window warm light shone on new leather couch and love seat, with green plants resting next to them. In front of them rested a sturdy coffee table. Everything about the office seemed expensive. And it was.
James sat in a comfortable leather office chair behind a massive red oak desk. An inconspicuous computer screen shone from the glossy surface, betraying the modern nature of the furniture. Everything was perfect. He'd inspected it all. The furnishings, the paint, carpet, it was flawless--right down to the false wood appearance of the doors.
The lights shut off as the door to the office closed. James entered his apartment and smiled. Gleaming stainless steel appliances in the kitchen, plush leather couches, wall-height screens that could immerse the occupant in any environment he liked, or entertain at any size--all this greeted him. He'd spent most of two days working. Now it was time for some fun. After all, he had a date to meet.