Norum turns off the dial for water in his shower and runs his hands from his forehead over the op of his head, sweeping the wet hair back out of his face and grabs his towel from the rack on the wall, beginning to dry himself off. As the water turns off, the lull of the TV in the other room becomes more audible, playing news from a small-time local news station...
"We have serious concerns that the actions yesterday may spark a humanitarian crCIA as thousands seek refuge within the region, including Aurum."
"Thank you very much, Javier Chavez, Deputy Director of the Ministry of National Security. We'll be back to you soon after this commercial break. You are watching Typhoon News Network. Remember, if you're feeling dizzy, it's just the spin."
Norum enters the room wearing simply a tank top and boxer shorts as the TV plays a short fanfare plays as a CGI transition fades to TNN letters displayed across the screen before cutting to commercials.
Seeing he received a new message, he picks up his phone and looks at its screen, tapping and scrolling occasionally before reading. What?! I didn't agree to–! Aagh that bitch... He sets down his phone and walks back into his room, where he finishes getting dressed.
He then leaves and goes to his kitchen and opens a cupboard, perusing the store of bottles inside. He picks out two from the cupboard and stuffs them in his bag before stuffing his wallet, phone and keys into his pockets and exiting his apartment, locking the door behind him.
He walks down a single flight of stairs before arriving at the parking lot where a blue electric scooter sits parked outside. He mounts the scooter, texting Elena, "On my way" before tucking the phone back into his pocket and inserts the key into the ignition and turning it clockwise and letting go. Norum looks in either direction and turns out onto the street, heading for the meeting place.
