Ker-thump…
Two stories down, Vael groaned and fell into a recliner. Bandages hugged his right leg as he kept it at rest.
"Hurry up and finish the registration!" Vael yelled across the room.
"W-we're almost done!" a lackey shouted from behind a laptop. He and two other goons were taking pictures of each weapon and irregular item they had on hand.
With that issue to be settled, Vael looked at the phone in his hand. It flipped open. And it flipped closed…
Vael impatiently waited for the imminent correspondence mentioned in his text from earlier.
"... How long will they force me to wait?" Vael mumbled to himself.
The longer that took, the more Vael struggled to keep his eyes off his wounded calf. Grimacing, Vael spat at the nonpresent youth who caused everything to go wrong. "You're one lucky kid, you knave. I won't be taking you lightly next I see you. And you won't be able to keep blathering on with your throat sliced."