In Theory
“I’m only an actor, remember.” Adrian Langer glanced from one set of eyes to the other. “How about telling me what you really want, Mr Tha. . .”
“Thanakis, Mr Langer, Theo Thanakis.” He shifted slightly as he absent-mindedly pressed the shift button on his auto-sec. Adrian found it hard to tell whether his dark pigmentation was due to a distant Greek ancestor or a melanin infusion. “We want you because you’re not just any actor – you’ve got the highest neuro-empathic quotient of anyone on our files.”
Adrian shook his head. “Okay, so I get right into my roles. It used to be called method acting. I’ve got a talent for it, but I’ve got to work at it as well. You still haven’t told me why the Australasian Security Bureau wants me.”
Illustration by Rob Kiely
“Thanakis, Mr Langer, Theo Thanakis.” He shifted slightly as he absent-mindedly pressed the shift button on his auto-sec. Adrian found it hard to tell whether his dark pigmentation was due to a distant Greek ancestor or a melanin infusion. “We want you because you’re not just any actor – you’ve got the highest neuro-empathic quotient of anyone on our files.”
Adrian shook his head. “Okay, so I get right into my roles. It used to be called method acting. I’ve got a talent for it, but I’ve got to work at it as well. You still haven’t told me why the Australasian Security Bureau wants me.”
Illustration by Rob Kiely