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

[Malak Al-Dabaran]

"I think it is dangerous to go back. I think instead we should hide out somewhere and have the medicines delivered by someone we know. I think we should warn the others and everyone should lay low a little. After that massacre in Florida I am just a little creeped out." Malak admits. He isn't sure where to go. "I live above the offices, so we can't go back there. Have any friends here?" Malak asks.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday shakes her head. "No, I don't." She sighs, thinking a moment. The massacre frightened her too, and Tyler was rather frightening too. "Do you think Tyler might've been connected to the massacre?"

She ponders where they could stay for a while longer, she didn't really know anyone in London, she bites her bottom lip. "We can go to a hotel." She suggests. "Unless you have a better idea."

[Malak Al-Dabaran]

Malak isn't sure and hotels are expensive. He thinks on this matter long and hard. He is visibly stressed.

"I am not sure if that man had anything to do with the massacre, but I will say that Horacio seems to have attracted a lot of trouble." Malak states. "Hmm.....let's call someone from the office. Maybe they can send someone to pick up the meds and will know where we can stay."

Malak quickly calls the office and informs them of the situation. He is told that someone from the office will meet them shortly and will help them find a place to stay.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday sees how stessed Malak is, and it makes her realize how stressed out shes getting over this whole mess. She frowns, and wonders if Horacio deals with this sort of thing a lot of the time, she feels bad for him.

She watches Malak call the office and waits patiently for him to finish, when hes done she looks at him. "Whats going on?"

[wyvernlord]

Tyler watches as his customer walk away. Smiling with a hint of joy, knowing that his job was well done, he becomes invisible once he knows they will not see him and begins to follow them. He had given them the correct medicine to help Hocario. His order had been to injur him and, specifically, not to kill him.

[Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen]

"Amazing," I say with obvious cheer. "I'll have my secretary start making travel plans! How would you like to travel? What would you like to see? What do you want to do?" I ask in quick succesion without waiting for a response. I rush over to my phone and call my secretary. "I'll be going to Ireland!!! I want to live comfortyably, as will my sister. Make it happen!"

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei leaves the cafe, telling his All-mart associates he'll contact them later. He walks the streets and calls Kaschei, leaving a message.

"Dollar asked us very nicely. He was wondering if their was anything we could do about the rebel problem in Cuba, and gave me an idea. We could have Dollar start paying us to protect his interests in Cuba, not only would we be making money off the drugs we're producing and moving there, but Dollar would be paying us protection money!" Alexei stopped and cleared his throat, trying to get the pride over his cleverness out of his voice.

"He told me most of this over drinks in some cafe. That other lady you sent me to meet, Tuvi, I met her, too. She's okay!" He checks his watch, then says, "Call me when you decide how you want me to proceed, boss."

He then hangs up.

With that he strolls aimlessly along the streets of Allwhere, Florida, already formulating plans of how to root out and assassinate the various rebel leaders, and financial benefactors.

["Niel" Samuelson]

Niel cleaned himself up in short order. He put on close fitting jeans, pulled on a pair of worn boots and threw a white tee on. He slipped in his knife and hadngun and was throwing his jacket on as he walked out the door.

There hadn't been any detail on the job in the text message, just a place to meet. This client was a good friend of his so Niel took it on faith that his time wasn't being wasted.

Niel locked the door and headed out.

[Lena Eva Aysel]

Lena had returned to her room, a bit mad at herself that she had allowed herself to become distracted and forgot to ask about his schedule. She picked up her cell, getting ready to dial the girl anyway, when she paused. She turned around, before tossing her phone back onto the dresser. What a foolish move she'd almost made. Of course, an estate like this had all kinds of recording devices and cameras.

Pulling her hair back down, she sat on her bed and decided to leave Ariel alone for a bit. She didn't want him to think she was often forgetful. Glancing at the clock, she sighed softly and laid back on the bed. It was amazingly soft and cushiony, like the floor. Also like the floor, she didn't like it. It made her feel unprepared.

[Bambi Engel]

((Moving on with Bambi.))

Bambi returned from Spain with a relieved sigh, sorting the files from the meeting with Annabelle. After that was done, she returned to her office, plopping down in the chair. Her nerves felt fried, like how they had after her first meeting with Peter. She hoped this wasn't going to be a daily occurrence, or this whole field thing would be the death of her.

Forcing herself to lift her head back up from her desk, she begun to add on the information from the meeting to the accounting sheet for Belle Cola. She thought idly of trying to take off early, but as usual, decided against it even though she was pretty sure she'd never taken off early before.

[Pyry Korpela]

Pyry rented a room stowing his gear in a space behind the back of his seat. He then changed into his street cloths and turned the corner. he sniffed around looking for any freak pretending to be a normal person. His eyes scanned the streets but everyone he met was a human. He continued walk maybe he would get lucky and add another notch to his belt.

[Taylor Jones]

To Pyry

Taylor looked around as she was walking, and because she wasn't paying attention, she ran head on into a man with blonde hair. She blushed because of her clusiminess.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." She said, somewhat embarrased.

[Pyry Korpela]

He inhaled her scent no human “you should be more careful I could have been a rapist thief or professional mime” he checked his things nothing was missing. His eyes scanned her no danger unless it was to herself. “where were you going in such a hurry”

[Taylor Jones]

"I wasn't really in a hurry, just not paying attention." Taylor replied, spreading her fingers and running a hand through her dark hair. "I was just on my way home."

"Again, I'm really sorry." She extended her slim hand. "I'm Taylor, by the way."

[Pyry Korpela]

he sounded it out in his head then offered his hand “My name is Pyry” he smiled at her trying to appear normal. He noticed she was kind attractive and had nothing to do with his job. But he should be polite rud people draw attention. “I was just out for a walk, this is a dangerous town would you like me to walk with you”