For the past two days, Isaiah Bordeaux had been locked away in his studio, furiously working on a sculpture for Eden. Well, he would say it was for MIRAS, but it was truly for her. The project was finally complete. He'd emerged from the studio and showered. Changed. Once he was dressed in a simple suit and overcoat, he headed out. Some might say there was no such thing as a simple suit, but Isaiah had a wide-range of suit judgment. You had simple suits, nice suits, good suits, dress suits, funeral suits, wedding suits, and fancy suits. All had their own type of tie, as well. For now, he only had a simple, straight black tie.
Leaving the place called “home”, he walked with a cane, but no limp. It was all for show, but it contained a rapier inside, so it had uses. Seemingly fit with an onyx gem handle, the cane was shimmering black. A fine accessory. When he slid into his shiny black Mustang, he allowed a smile to come over his face. The project was finished. He'd loaded it up already, and it was time to showcase it.
Making his way across town, Isaiah put on a smooth jazz station and hummed to himself, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Cars. What a novelty. Truly a brilliant invention, he was a fond admirer of Mr. Ford. Pulling up to the shining structure known as MIRAS XII, Isaiah stepped out and brushed down his clothing. Getting the life-sized sculpture comfortably situated against him, he decided it best to not wait for the security. He had visited a few times before, and they knew to let him in, but it was so tedious.
Instead, Isaiah opted to move. He moved so fast, it truly couldn't be tracked. It was almost as if he was there, blink, not there. Situating the statue outside of what was the break room, Isaiah stepped back to admire his work. Taking hold of his cane once more, he smiled and began making his way toward Eden's office.