Even as the keynote speech builds up steam and gets under way, the crowd around the blocks of seats moves restlessly; an upper-class ocean on a slightly breezy day, not quite soon enough after lunch not to be thinking about dinner.
Crowley's head snaps around at a slight commotion, rising out of the centre of a sudden bulge in the crowd - and winches his gaze determinedly back to the stage when it turns out to be nothing more than a skinned knee and a popped balloon.
There's no reason to - there have been rumours, of course. But there's no reason to suspect that there's anything Gabriel Tam's security can't handle.
Except a hunch, and the prickling hairs on the back of Crowley's neck. A surveillance tape showing... nothing. And a g a p where there shouldn't have been, and grey static where there should have been - what?
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Date: 2007-07-26 06:26 am (UTC)Crowley's head snaps around at a slight commotion, rising out of the centre of a sudden bulge in the crowd - and winches his gaze determinedly back to the stage when it turns out to be nothing more than a skinned knee and a popped balloon.
There's no reason to - there have been rumours, of course. But there's no reason to suspect that there's anything Gabriel Tam's security can't handle.
Except a hunch, and the prickling hairs on the back of Crowley's neck. A surveillance tape showing... nothing. And a g a p where there shouldn't have been, and grey static where there should have been - what?
Crowley's on edge.