Prelude. Alistair Crawford becomes a prince
As was promised Number Six or rather guy behalf of Alistair Crawford early in the morning received a guest.
- Good morning, Mr. Crawford, I am obliged to serve you your personal documents, - said the tall wearing a black suit young man.
- Thank you, - Alistair smiled taking the documents. He looked at his personal identification card long time on what was engraved his picture and fingerprints. It's strange, how they managed to do without him? But there was nothing to be surprised. There wasn't anything they could not do it.
- Mr Crawford, here's your bank card and password, - the guy distracted his thoughts.
- Oh... True, now I'm rich, - Alistair laughed taking his new bank card and envelope, where a password was placed.
- Yes, you'll start all from the beginning, Alistair, - smiled the man. - Now I would like you to ask to go with me. Outside limousine is waiting for us.
Alistair nodded without a word and followed the stranger.
Walking on the corridor he quickly looked at Red Room. Not heard anything. Across the warehouse was quiet. Probably chef Angelina already has left long time... I wonder where she is now? Returned she home? In general, have they home, family?
Alistair even quailed, when outside the door loudly locked themselves behind his back. He thought of left there five urns and of girl Number Three, but immediately pushed those thoughts aside. He promised to Number Three to be happy and not think about what is left behind the door of this horrible building.
- Now we'll go shopping. Don't forget that today you are not some Alistair Crawford, now you're a prince and princesses are waiting for you, - smiled Alistair's attendant. - Moreover, I think that you want to recover your personality.
- Yes... You're right... - nodded Alistair and began to think where he loved to buy clothes before. "Black Rose"... Yes, that was my favorite store. - Take me to the "Black Rose", please.
- "The Black Rose"? Where is it? - attendant was surprised.
- If I remember correctly, this shop is Newcrest's Old Town.
- Fine. We are going into the old town, John.
The driver nodded and started the motor.
The Old Town was very close. Alistair soon saw the sign of the shop with black rose and red gothic curlicue lettering "The Black Rose".
- Stop here, please, - Alistair asked the driver.
The driver stopped the limo.
- We will wait for you here. I hope that will not take long, - attendant smiled.
- Definitely not, - Alistair said smiling at him back. - Next our stopping area will be piercing and tattoo parlor.
- Wow, you swung widely, dude! - laughed attendant. - But you are worth it, so it's ok.
- I'll be back soon, - Alistair said and went to the store.
Oh yes, it was the same store, where he loved to buy clothes for himself. Everything is black, stylish and sophisticated. Black was Alistair's favorite color. Even when they were taken away from him his memories, it still remained unconscious. Alistair didn't take long here. Since the seller was kind and helpful, he soon came adorned with new militaristic style shirt and trousers, and was holding even few bags of new clothes and shoes. As some girl... Made fun at himself in his thoughts Alistair walking toward the limo.
- It looks good on you, buddy. They all will be yours, - raised a brow attendant. - So now what? Now to the tattoo parlor?
- Yes, - nodded Alistair.
- Ok. Let's go, John.
- Good morning, Mr. Crawford, I am obliged to serve you your personal documents, - said the tall wearing a black suit young man.
- Thank you, - Alistair smiled taking the documents. He looked at his personal identification card long time on what was engraved his picture and fingerprints. It's strange, how they managed to do without him? But there was nothing to be surprised. There wasn't anything they could not do it.
- Mr Crawford, here's your bank card and password, - the guy distracted his thoughts.
- Oh... True, now I'm rich, - Alistair laughed taking his new bank card and envelope, where a password was placed.
- Yes, you'll start all from the beginning, Alistair, - smiled the man. - Now I would like you to ask to go with me. Outside limousine is waiting for us.
Alistair nodded without a word and followed the stranger.
Walking on the corridor he quickly looked at Red Room. Not heard anything. Across the warehouse was quiet. Probably chef Angelina already has left long time... I wonder where she is now? Returned she home? In general, have they home, family?
Alistair even quailed, when outside the door loudly locked themselves behind his back. He thought of left there five urns and of girl Number Three, but immediately pushed those thoughts aside. He promised to Number Three to be happy and not think about what is left behind the door of this horrible building.
- Now we'll go shopping. Don't forget that today you are not some Alistair Crawford, now you're a prince and princesses are waiting for you, - smiled Alistair's attendant. - Moreover, I think that you want to recover your personality.
- Yes... You're right... - nodded Alistair and began to think where he loved to buy clothes before. "Black Rose"... Yes, that was my favorite store. - Take me to the "Black Rose", please.
- "The Black Rose"? Where is it? - attendant was surprised.
- If I remember correctly, this shop is Newcrest's Old Town.
- Fine. We are going into the old town, John.
The driver nodded and started the motor.
The Old Town was very close. Alistair soon saw the sign of the shop with black rose and red gothic curlicue lettering "The Black Rose".
- Stop here, please, - Alistair asked the driver.
The driver stopped the limo.
- We will wait for you here. I hope that will not take long, - attendant smiled.
- Definitely not, - Alistair said smiling at him back. - Next our stopping area will be piercing and tattoo parlor.
- Wow, you swung widely, dude! - laughed attendant. - But you are worth it, so it's ok.
- I'll be back soon, - Alistair said and went to the store.
Oh yes, it was the same store, where he loved to buy clothes for himself. Everything is black, stylish and sophisticated. Black was Alistair's favorite color. Even when they were taken away from him his memories, it still remained unconscious. Alistair didn't take long here. Since the seller was kind and helpful, he soon came adorned with new militaristic style shirt and trousers, and was holding even few bags of new clothes and shoes. As some girl... Made fun at himself in his thoughts Alistair walking toward the limo.
- It looks good on you, buddy. They all will be yours, - raised a brow attendant. - So now what? Now to the tattoo parlor?
- Yes, - nodded Alistair.
- Ok. Let's go, John.