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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 2, 2008 3:09:04 GMT -5
Alexei and his helpers load the weapons in the trunk. It was probably excessive for the situation, but Alexei was planning more then just this situation. He never passed up a chance to hoard weapons to places where people more directly loyal to him could make use.
After everything was packed he got in the car and started it. The door opened and they drove off.
"Smooth." Alexei says sarcastically.
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Maeve Cullen
Regular
New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
Posts: 117
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 2, 2008 3:16:40 GMT -5
"Hey, it was pretty fun. I think I broke a few things though, sorry about that. Hope you weren't too friendly with any of 'em." Maeve says, rolling the window down so she could finish her cigarette, which she amazingly hadn't lost in the brawl.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 2, 2008 3:26:34 GMT -5
Alexei rolls his eyes as he drives until arriving at the previously indicated warehouse.
"Call Tuesday and tell her to start on her way there. You and I aren't going inside, seeing as who we're looking for isn't in there. Don't tell Tuesday, she might give us away. Let her believe we're inside...and watch."
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Maeve Cullen
Regular
New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
Posts: 117
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 2, 2008 3:38:33 GMT -5
Maeve supposes he's right and pulls out her cell. She rings up Tuesday's number and presses the phone to her ear, flicking her cigarette out the window as she finishes it.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 2, 2008 10:27:45 GMT -5
Tuesday waves after Alexei and Maeve, and sits on a bench outside, pretending to look through the papers that she'd given Maeve. She figured if gas mask man saw her, he'd keep an eye on her, and once she got a phone call follow her.
She flipped through the papers four of five times, feeling anxious. She hated waiting. She hated just sitting and not knowing what was going on. She'd rather be a part of the action. As soon as the thought left her mind, her phone rang. Without bothering to look at the caller id, she flipped it open and balanced it between her ear and her shoulder.
"Hello?"
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Maeve Cullen
Regular
New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
Posts: 117
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 2, 2008 16:38:56 GMT -5
"Yo, we're ready." Maeve says, leaning back in the car seat. She idly wondered if that guy was even following her anymore. It'd certainly be a waste of time if he wasn't. She checks the watch on the stero in the car and bites her lip. She needed to be to work today, but she had a few good hours.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jul 2, 2008 17:02:53 GMT -5
Anthony nods and thinks about this for a few minutes as he stops in front of his office. "I remember," he replies, relaxing his shoulders a bit. "I remember that our system of automatic transfers immideitly transfers the money owed when it is made. I recently came out with a radiation-absorbing plant, purchased by All-Mart, that earned, roughly, fourteen million dollars in the first few months. About a third of that money was transfered to the Global Bank. I do believe that the plant is paying for itself and paying the majority of our debts, loans, and whatnot. Am I correct, or have I messed up somewhere?"
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Post by Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen on Jul 2, 2008 17:09:56 GMT -5
My blood tests come back terrible. Not in terms of nutrition and such, but in terms of disease. I break down and cry. I need help, medical help.
I ask the doctor over the phone, "What's the cure?"
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jul 2, 2008 17:35:12 GMT -5
Linnea's face dropped, how did he know? Did she say something the clued him in, that had to be it.
"Yeah. I guess I am," she tried to compose herself and answer smugly. Inside she was beating herself for letting on too much and figuring out how to drop this guy completely after the deed was done.
"That's it right? I'm just the bait? Nothing more."
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jul 2, 2008 20:53:56 GMT -5
"I'm Hilja." I reply to Taylor. "Do you live here in Helsinki?" I ask. I suppose I am strangely curious today, talking to strangers like this. I turn to the pink haired fella who seems pretty friendly as well. He must not be a Creditor after all. Although I thought he said his name was Akira 69. I tilt my head to the side in puzzlement.
"Hello Akira. From a distance you looked like a Creditor." I remark.
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jul 2, 2008 22:07:55 GMT -5
Bambi faltered for a moment before regaining her composure. "Oh, well, yes. You are entirely correct. I'm just here- Well, you already seem like you've reviewed all the numbers.
That's very good. Should I assume you need no other loans and that you are set?" She questions, flipping through her papers for a moment.
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"Niel" Samuelson
New Comer
Wrath Soldier
Hatred is the greatest gift of mankind; mercy is a sign of weakness.
Posts: 30
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Post by "Niel" Samuelson on Jul 2, 2008 22:11:52 GMT -5
He knew her name, face and had the gallery as insurance. If she tried anything funny then he would be after her once this was done. If she held up her end then they could both walk away.
His expression didn't change but he broke her gaze, knowing that his threats had done their part. He paced as much as the room would allow, occasionally glacing at Linnea to make sure she was listening. "You will lure him from from hiding. If you are smart, you will find a way that indicates you at no foreknowledge of events. Your well-being is not of concern to the mission." This was the most efficient way. Niel told himself. He drew no joy from drawing Linnea into danger but knew that any other method would mean unnecessary loss of life. One against many? He thought. What does the Book say about that?
"There should be a recreation area near to the S.O.T.A. offices. Get Keitoleinen somewhere public. You might have to be present and conversation may be required to belay suspicion on your part." He gave her a moment to review his suggestions. "Are we greenlight, Ms. Korpela?"
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Akira 69
New Comer
Rebel Creditor
The voices in my head say you're crazy!
Posts: 7
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Post by Akira 69 on Jul 2, 2008 22:30:48 GMT -5
Akira was immediatly trying to figure out how to reply to that and didn't know if she would go out with a creditor or not, but if he said he wasn't just to go out with her then word might get around that he wasn't a Creditor and no one would be easy to shake down anymore. He decided it would be best to play it safe on the latter and promptly replied, "Ah, but I'am a Creditor." he said simply.
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Post by Lilith "Mistress" Antekkereh on Jul 2, 2008 22:44:44 GMT -5
"You've changed so much, Lauren. It's like you're an entirely different person!" Christina whipped around, frowning over at the form of her sister. Mistress pulled her eyes from gazing at the sky, turning them onto the larger woman.
She watched Christina's amber hair as it was lifted by the wind, strands dancing along the air. She had had this body for a few months now, the former owner having succumbed to an illness. Wordlessly she turned her darkening green eyes back to the sky. "Perhaps I am an entirely different person..."
Mistress was surprised as she felt her wrist tugged, the fragile human body easily pulled up by the stronger woman. "Even if you are an entirely different person, you still bear goodness! There is good in all of us!" Christina's warm hands cradled Mistress's cheeks, her emerald eyes staring affectionately into Mistress's now green eyes that probably once shone in the same way.
An expression of confusion and bewilderment passed Mistress's face. "Even if I were to have done horrid things in my past, things unspeakable, do you think I still have goodness?" Christina bit her bottom lip for a moment, obviously thinking hard on the question.
She then nodded firmly, her eyes watering slightly. "Yes. Even if you did unspeakable things, past, present, or future. No matter who you were or are." She answered in full confidence, her eyes never shifting in the slightest from Mistress's. Mistress stepped back out of her reach, lowering her gaze to the ground. "Goodness in every thing...?" A smile touched her lips. "Christina, thank yo-"
But as Mistress looked up, the field they were in was now in fire, Christina covered in blood and fading. "No!" She screamed, trying to run after Christina, to help her. She had to be able to help her. But she was a human, a human like Christina. Her body was weak. She could not run fast enough. "Christina-!"
Mistress bolted up in her bed, shocked to find herself staring into the darkness of her room. After the shock passed, she hissed into the silence, her eyes flashing a blood red. She swung her legs off the bed and shot a clawed hand out, things crashing from her bedside table to the floor.
Goodness her elder ass. Stepping out of the bed, she strolled out of her room, black hair probably a mess. It was her manor though, and only petty servants around to see. Stepping into the dining hall, she was pleased to see breakfast had already been served. They had learned so well.
"See if I have anything to do today." She commented to the servant cleaning the wall. He scurried off with a vigorous nod as Mistress elegantly took a seat, beginning her breakfast.
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Post by irene on Jul 2, 2008 23:32:33 GMT -5
Irene smiles as she gives each person their share of food, greeting many of them by name. She had been here for a few weeks, and wasn't all too eager to move on. They were almost done giving food out, and it looked like she'd get to eat more than she had lately. With the old woman who told her all the fancy stories about how it used to be, they were done.
She makes her own plate of the left overs and wanders over to where a group of dirty children sat on the sidewalk. They all seem excited to see her and they tell her various things about their day as they eat. She listens in earnest, scanning the area to make sure there were no hungry people left over.
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