Chapter 7:A Beauty That's Thin, White, and Rich

[Ariel Tal Shachar]

He smiles quickly then lets it fade from his face well they just met so it was a little forward. "thanks for the lesson if you need any more help just call” he hands her a special phone and then leaves the training room. He has a few meetings for the day and can not be in this condition for them. “sir should I follow her” asks a nondescript man. “no the usually compliment of devices in the house should be enough” he does not trust anyone complete his family found that out the hard way.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday scratches her head, thinking. "I looked around a bit, but I didn't see them." She says, sitting near Malak.

"How did the person who hurt Horacio get out of there so quickly though?" She asked. "We were looking at him moments after we heard him scream, and there was no sign of anyone else."

She thought for a little longer. "Actually..." She hesitated. "I know it sounds crazy, but I thought I saw another man. Then he just disappeared. It might've just been a figment of my imagination."

[Malak Al-Dabaran]

"It is possible. The Manalists can use manala energy in ways that give them strange powers. Maybe he was a Manalist." Malak suggests. He isn't sure how Manala energy works, but he knows that priests are able to use the energy. He considers this for a moment.

"I think some others on the side of the Manalists can use the energy too. I am just not sure how it works."

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"I don't know." Tuesday says. She looked around a bit, and cleared her throat.

"Doesn't it seem a little far fetched to you?" She shrugs. "I just have trouble believeing that thats possible."

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei eyes the two, leaning back and absorbing the conversation, speaking carefully.

"I assure you, Mr. Dollar, my organization will do everything in their power to make sure Cuba remains mutually profitable." He thinks a moment, then adds, "I'll talk to Kaschei about the rebels when I get a chance. Every group has a leader, and those leaders love cars...right up until they explode." He allows a brief, cruel smile pass his lips, before looking serious and grave once more.

[Dinari Dollar]

"I think we can work together then." Dinari replies. Just then he gets a phone call that there was a massacre at the Allwhere textile factory. Several workers were killed and it isn't certain who was behind it since security cameras did not catch anyone.

"Peter! There was a massacre at the Allwhere factory! This is horrible! Workers died and no one knows who was behind it." Dinari says in alarm. He stands up and doesn't know what to do. He just turns pale and shaky.

"Who would attack the workers? This is crazy!! Allwhere is safe for everyone. We've never had crime or terrorism before."

[Taylor Jones]

Taylor raises an eyebrow, just slightly. He seemed a little suspicious, and a little nervous about something. "A pharmacist? That sounds interesting. What pharmacy do you work for?"

"Yeah, it keeps me pretty busy most of the time, but I like my job. I think it suits me well." She says, finishing her latte. She pushed up the sleeve of her blazer, and checked the time.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei raises a brow at Dinari, listening carefully, though not particularly concerned himself. This had nothing to do with Cuba, or the business, anyway.

[Malak Al-Dabaran]

"Yeah, I am as against that far fetched spiritual crap as much as the next guy. I don't know what it could be. We'll interview Horacio when he gets better." Is all that Malak can say about the situation. He feels stressed out and runs his hand through his dark hair as he nervously paces.

"Well, at least we're safe now."

[Hector Rodriguez]

he pulls out a cigerate "well feel good drugs uppers downer, anti depressants" he says with a smile “yeah I ..I am in high demand. He says with a smile wondering if she has already figured it out and hoping she is not a cop. He watches her check the time “do you have anywhere to be” he asks her looking around then back at her.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday nods, shes all jumbled and mixed up. It doesn't make sense to her. People don't just go invisible! Manalist mumbo jumbo or what it doesn't happen. "I guess our safety is the most important thing right now." She agrees.

She sighs heavily, looking once again at Horacio. "Maybe we should find a place where he can lay down?" She suggests.

[Malak Al-Dabaran]

"There are some rooms upstairs. I think that...maybe we need to find some anti biotics and pain killers for him while he is resting. it will be hard, but he won't fare well without them." Malak states. He pushes the sleeping Horacio's wheel chair into the large elevator to take him upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. Some staff actually live upstairs.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday steps into the elevator after Malak, a loose curl fell into her vision and she blew it off her face. "Anti-biotics and pain killers are a good idea."

Shes not really sure what else to say. Shes still thinking about all those people dying. She'd never experienced anything like that before.

[Malak Al-Dabaran]

They wheel Horacio into a room and put him into bed. After that, they leave the room quietly as not to wake Horacio.

"Any idea of where we can get those sorts of drugs. They're illegal, so it will be dangerous.." Malak states.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday shrugs. "I honestly don't know. Perhaps a dealer?" She suggests.

As she'd never been seriously injured, thankfully, she'd never had any need to attempt to purchase any sort of pain killer, or drug.