Human Edge

Alexei entered his office with a weary sigh, moving to his desk and beginning to take off his great coat, and then he quite suddenly froze. There was no clear indication what had made him stop, but after a long moment, he carefully drew an ornate copper pistol from his inside pocket, flicking a switch which brought it to life with a soft hum. Glancing around the room, his eyes swept the roof, the nooks, and the crevices, the piles of antiquities and their shadows.

Nothing was out of place.

Nothing except a single thing on his desk that shouldn't be.



After a long staredown with the object, Alexei switched off the gun and pocketed it. Then he sat at his desk, not touching the thing, expression clouded.

This... complicated things.

This complicated things greatly.