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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 9, 2008 21:47:13 GMT -5
((To anyone in Genetech thats free.))
Tuesday woke up from her rather long nap, feeling pleasently well rested and comfortable. She smiled, and rolled out of bed. She took a shower, and got ready for the day.
She still had some time off from the rebel paper, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was still being tailed or not, staying away another few days seemed like a good idea to her. Still, she dropped at her computer, and wrote a quick e-mail, explaining about Markus and Eva, and what'd happened at the warehouse, and that she'd be in in a few days, when she felt it was safe. Hitting send, she leaned back into her chair, and drummed her fingers on her desk a bit. Really, she hated staying away from work, but, hey, she'd rather refrain from writing than put more of her friends in danger.
Speaking of friends in danger, she thought of Malak. Tuesday couldn't really give so much as a half decent description of his captor, seeing as she hadn't really gotten a good look at him, she just saw that he was a man with dark hair, but before she'd had the chance to really see him, Markus had come at her.
She wondered if Genetech would have any sort of security camera that would've seen them in the smeet room, she bet they did, she just didn't know if she'd be able to get access to it. Really, she'd probably have some explainging to do as to why she was in the smeet room in the first place, but she'd think of some sort of story if she had to.
It seemed like a good idea though, paying another quick visit to Genetech...but, she didn't really have much money. And using the teleportation booth to go to and from Ireland was going to limit her funds for a while, until she really started working again...but she'd be going back to work in a few days! If she really got into a tight spot, she could always write a few more stories for different papers, maybe even see if she could get another job on the side.
And she figured it might help Eva along, if she could get her a good description, maybe she'd even see Eva there! Hadn't she said something about having to take Markus to Genetech? Tuesday couldn't quite remember if she had or not, but still, she was entirely convinced that she should go to Genetech.
Grabbing her purse, she exited her hotel, and went to a cheaper teleportation booth. She punched in the code, praying to gods that she didn't believe in that it would take her to Ireland, and not some no mans land.
Fortunately enough, it took her to her desired destination, and she did a silly looking little jump as she left the booth, feeling happy.
Entering Genetech, she looked around a bit. Where should she start? She wasn't really sure. Perhaps she should go to the front desk? Or just chance walking around a bit on the off chance she'd run into someone more knowledgable and willing to help her? Going with the latter, she began to walk around.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 9, 2008 22:03:30 GMT -5
It took Bambi longer than she had expected to match the files Anthony had given her to the files Genetech had, place sticky notes in the correct places, and then resort them.
Still, it wasn't too bad timing, in her opinion! She stood, reaching her arms up as if she were attempting to touch the ceiling as she stretched. She hadn't even messed up anything in the office! This must be her lucky day.
The office Anthony had given her really wasn't that far from his, nor was it too bad. It was comforting in its own way. Picking the bulky folders up that now had a variety of colored sticky notes peeking out from them she made her way out of the room. She felt like humming, but she held her tongue.
As if it had been awaiting to strike until she had thought about the fact she had yet to make a mess up today, she walked right into a younger appearing women and a storm of papers seemed to explode around them.
"Oh nooo!" She couldn't help but exclaim, reaching her arms out to catch as many papers are she could. "I'm so so sorry!" She felt like crying as she didn't even take the time to see who she had walked into. She was too busy attempting to gather the papers, she was positive there must be over a hundred of them!
Not to mention multiple amounts of the post its had come off, one even attached to her cheek.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 9, 2008 22:11:06 GMT -5
Tuesday was walking around, looking here and there at things she hadn't seen. She supposed maybe she wasn't paying attention...actually she wasn't entirely sure how it happened, but a woman with brown hair and glasses crashed into her. She watched as a flurry of papers exploded around them.
She dropped to her knees to help the woman pick up her papers. They all looked like very important documents, and Tuesday hoped she wasn't messing anything up. "Oh, its alright, no harm done." She said, simultaneously slipping her finger along the edge of a piece of paper and giving herself a paper cut. "Oh. Well, except that, but thats my fault." Her finger wasn't bleeding, so she continued picking up papers.
"I hope I'm not messing anything up here." She said, voicing her concerns. "I'll help you reorganize it if I am." She looked up at the girl breifly. "You've got a post-it stuck to your cheek, by the way."
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 9, 2008 22:19:35 GMT -5
Bambi blinked stupidly, raising a hand to feel that she did have a post-it note stuck to her cheek. With a sigh she pulled it off, sticking all the freelance post it notes to a random page. She stood with her half of the pile, taking the other half from Tuesday.
"No, it's okay. It was entirely my fault. I'm usually more cautious but I let my guard down I guess." She laughed, a bit hysterically, then. She looked down at the piles of papers, her bottom lip trembling for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, she smiled weakly. "I appreciate your offer but I'm sure it won't take that long to reorganize them." Her lie fell flat, she was a horrible liar. Which is why she usually never lied.
She was positive the woman had more important things to do though instead of help fix her mess up. It'd probably take longer than it had been before to find where all the stickie notes went. A strand of brown hair waved in front of one of her eyes but she could care less at the moment.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 9, 2008 22:28:30 GMT -5
Tuesday picked up a stack of papers, and stood, extending her paper cutless hand to the woman to help her up. She was obviously lying about it not taking long to reorganize the papers.
"All these papers? Really, its going to take a while. It's no trouble, I'll help you." She said, looking at the thick stack that she held, the papers were a bit pell-mell, she hadn't done the neatest job in stacking them, all she did was take care not to bend or crease them. "Its partially my fault anyway, " Actually, it wasn't, but Tuesday was a considerably better liar than Bambi. "So, I insist."
She didn't really have anything that needed immediate attention to do anyway, and perhaps this woman would be able to help her. She looked as though she worked for Genetech. "The names Tuesday DeCastro, by the way."
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 9, 2008 23:03:37 GMT -5
"Well... okay." Bambi caved in, deciding she might as well take the offer. If she didn't, she was likely to be working over hours, and then she'd have to navigate the Global Bank HQ during after hours. It did not do wonders on her nerves.
She begun to lead Tuesday back to the office she had come from. "My name is Bambi Engel, it's a pleasure. I can't tell you how thankful I am." Tuesday seemed pleasant, a nicely mannered woman. Well, probably not nicely mannered according to Manalism.
Opening the door for both of them, she noticed the paper cut on Tuesday's finger. "You have a paper cut! I'm sorry. I know they aren't dangerous, but they can be pretty annoying..." She had had more than her share of paper cuts in her line or work.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 9, 2008 23:08:26 GMT -5
Danny arrived at the drop spot, glancing about casually like he was perfectly at home standing in the hallway outside an empty office. There was little foot traffic and he gave the few passersby handsome looks as they passered him by. He saw a few big men walkin about in large metal plating, super heavy armor. There must have been some kind of thing happening earlier that he just missed out on but he counted himself lucky as he was. Incidents that attracted any kind of security personel meant trouble from his kind of business; he'd barely gotten away from some deals where the private company securities had been called in.
He saw the scientist with the other bag and gave him a neutral nod, buiness-like. Danny already didn't like the man so his manner was difficult to keep professional. He dropped his bag gentlely down and offered a hand for the bag with the money. This would be quick and it would happen flawlessly, just the way he planned. There were few times deals didn't go as planned when he did the planning.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 9, 2008 23:14:22 GMT -5
"It's nice to meet you, too." Tuesday smiled, following Bambi, and clutching the stack of papers to her chest. "It's really no trouble." She said, shaking her head a bit. She breifly wondered what all these papers were for.
She chuckled a little when Bambi mentioned her paper cut. "I'm a journalist. Paper cuts are so constant that I feel naked without them."
She gestured to the stacks of papers. "I'm assuming you deal with paper cuts a lot, yourself."
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 10, 2008 0:18:49 GMT -5
Bambi laughed softly. "Oh yes, far too often. A journalist, sounds exciting." She stated, placing the uneven stack of papers on the desk. This was going to be a joyous next hour or so.
"I actually work for Global Bank. I was seeing that the Genetech's documents matched Global Bank's. I suppose the first thing is to sort those out. The Global Bank ones will have our logo on them while Genetech's will have theirs."
She explains, beginning to stack her own papers in two piles. She pulled the stickie notes off the papers as she worked, pressing them against the edge of the desk. Those would be dealt with last.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 10, 2008 7:41:57 GMT -5
Anthony approached the man and gave him a nod of acknowledgement. He knew his supplier didn't much like him. But his supplier did control one of the best sources of opium that Anthony knew. His supplier did give him a constant flow of high-quality products rather than impure, low drugs like most other people. Anthony respected his supplier as his supplier respected him. It was a business relationship, Anthony didn't even know hsi supplier's actual name. He simply knew him as the "Candy Man", and his supplier knew Anthony as the "Fat Boy." Of course, Anthony was not fat. If anything, Anthony was lean and somewhat handsome.
"Good morning, sir," Anthony said as he got to his target. Reaching into his own pocket, Anthony retrieved a one-hundred dollar bill and placed it onto the handle for his supplier. "The briefcase is filled with them and them only. The code for the briefcase's lock is here," Anthony explained as he handed a second piece of paper to the Candy Man. Anthony waited as his supplier took his briefcase. "Pleasure doing business with you. Genetech has an employee teleporter that you may use to get out of here. We've been searching people on the way out. They may find your briefcase suspicious. The teleporter is located on the West side of the right building," Anthony said as he indicated to three buildings near them.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 10, 2008 10:27:39 GMT -5
Tuesday nods. "Oh, it is exciting. It's gotten me in a little trouble lately though..." She trailed off, not wanting to say much more.
She placed the stack that she was holding on the desk, and took the seat across from Bambi without being asked to sit down.
She watched Bambi sort for a moment, before following in suit. "And just put the sticky notes to the side?" She asked, as she pinched one between her thumb and forefinger.
"Global bank, hm?" Tuesday's face fell a little. "I don't suppose you'd be able to tell me where I'd be able to find any sort of security information, then."
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 10, 2008 11:41:06 GMT -5
Danny sliped the card into a pocket after, seemingly, not sparing time to look over the infromation on it. His eyes were quick from years of doing shady business deals. He could pick out details and read people like a book at a glance, which meant that he knew everything was going according to plan.
It didn't take a mind reader to know that Fat Boy trying was buttering him up with a tip; a hundred rands meant extra food he could bring back to the community but it made him feel like he was taking a bribe. Maybe Fat Boy meant it for professional curtesy, or to prove that oh yes, he was so rich, Danny could only guess.
Still, he it wasn't the first time that Danny had made a drop for Fat Boy and he had never had a problem with him, he was just a rich Manalist pig to Danny. But both mens' politics had never kept them from remaining professional, which meant that doing business was simply a little bit of dancing around security to get in and then strolling back out, a dull experience for such dangerous work. Danny would pick dull over interesting any day of the week when it came to dealing.
"Everything's clean and shined as per your requests. We always appeciate the business." It was polite, maybe a bit strained but that would hardly be noticable. "Glad to be of service."
Now the deal was done and he was off, the whole exchange taking seconds with not a soul in site to seeing anything out of the norm. He was headed in the direction that Fat Boy had indicated to get to the teleportation booth, suitcase casuals held in has left hand, his pace easy-going and jovial. While saundering, he briefly considered trying to find Bambi's office since now all he had on him was an expensive suitcase full of rands (which was considered by many to be extremely legal; extra-legal, as it were). She was busy, though, and might not want company which soured his mood but he had to respect her want for solitude. He didn't like it, but he would respect it.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Jul 10, 2008 12:54:25 GMT -5
After a lot of hard work our new mines and their adjacent offices are finally up and running. My last days in South America are spent ironing out any minor problems that arise while over seeing the first few excavations and making sure everything runs smoothly. With full confidence in the staff we have assembled and left in charge of operations in South America, I finally book a flight back to London.
... It's early in the morning when I arrive and I'm feeling particularly tired so I unpack quickly and head straight to sleep. The week ahead will be spent mostly in meetings with the managing heads of our various international offices to discuss efficiency and deal with various issues so I take this opportunity to rest up.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 10, 2008 12:54:55 GMT -5
"Well I'd read quite a few stories about daring journalists." Bambi stated with a warm smile. "I really admire some of their courage." She pulled a chair for herself from across the room, deciding she might as well get comfortable.
"Yes, I'll deal with those last. Hopefully I'll recall where most of them go once I read them." She was very glad to have Tuesday's aid, even if she felt a tad bit bad.
At the comment of security, she turned her gaze from the white of the papers, raising her eyebrows. "I'm afraid not. Are you doing an article on Genetech or something?" Her curiosity was getting the best of her, but Tuesday seemed like she wouldn't react badly.
In the rush to enter the office and seeing the paper cut on Tuesday's hand, closing the office door had completely slipped Bambi's mind. Anyone passing through the hallway would be able to spot the desk the two woman worked at easily enough.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 10, 2008 13:30:05 GMT -5
Tuesday considered Bambi for a moment, briefly wondering if she'd ever read one of her own articles. She returned her gaze to the piles of paper in front of her, putting the ones with the Genetech seal in one pile, and the ones with the Global Bank seal in another, every now and then she'd come across a sticky note, which she'd stick to the edge of the desk.
"I didn't think so." Tuesday said, with a slight shrug. "No, not really." She paused for a moment, phrasing her statement carefully. "A friend of mine and I were doing a story a few weeks ago, and he was abducted. I wanted to see if I could find out anything on that."
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