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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 14, 2008 21:29:16 GMT -5
Lena nodded softly, she could tell Tuesday still didn't fully trust her. She could blame her, if their positions were switched she wouldn't either. After all, she had risked her life to save someone who was trying to kill her.
"That's good. I'll contact you once I attain more information. Until then?" She waved lightly, taking a step back toward the door. "And it's all right, a deal's a deal. Besides, if you care so much for him I'm sure he must be a pretty all right guy."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jul 14, 2008 21:37:08 GMT -5
Tuesday nodded. "I hope to hear from you soon. Take care, Eva." She said, walking out the door, and back to the teleportation booth that'd brought her there.
She teleported back to Helsinki and made a beeline for her hotel. She kept telling herself she could trust Eva, for she did believe that she wasn't going to betray her. Once at her hotel, she wrote another e-mail to her comrades, telling them she'd be returning the next day, that all was well, and she told them of the help she'd gotten from Eva.
She changed into night clothes, and laid down in her bed, staring up at her ceiling, and just thinking for a while, eventually she drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 15, 2008 14:36:30 GMT -5
Once Tuesday left Markus slipped out of another nearby room and walked. He made sure he walked loud enough so Eva could hear him coming. He stood near her and regarded her from behind the lenses of his gas mask. He peered at her in what could almost be described as a quizzical look as if asking 'Why help her?', though it's hard to tell.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 15, 2008 14:48:29 GMT -5
Alexei sat on a cargo plane as it took off from Moscow. He liked to have the plane in the air before he specified where the deal would take place. He dialed the number of a frequent associate called Danny to set up the meeting.
Alexei somewhat liked Danny. He was generally who Alexei prefered to do business with when moving opium from Afghanistan to Moscow, or wherever else it was needed. He yawned and took out a pair of sun glasses, fixing them over his face as he waited for Danny to pick up.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 15, 2008 14:56:37 GMT -5
Eva watched Tuesday go, crossing one arm over the other that still gripped the bag and mentally sighing. Her face showed no trace of the confusion she felt. After all, she'd have gotten killed long ago if she allowed her face to show her emotion.
She looked toward Markus silently for a moment. "Oh, don't give me that look. Probably the same reason I risked my life for you, too, gas mask man as everyone seems to know you as." Her tone held a hint of humor.
Other people would probably think she was silly for talking to him like that but it wasn't like she had anything better to do. Besides, he was still a living thing, even if he didn't seem able to think for himself too much.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 15, 2008 15:03:35 GMT -5
Markus showed no sign of it, but Lena's attitude towards him was one of the reasons he prefered to work with her. She was one of the few people who treated him like something other then a machine, and he supposed there was still some deep nagging desire to be treated as if he were actually a human from time to time. That certainly didn't mean he understood her, which he began to think he also prefered.
He looked in the direction Tuesday left, but not in a threatening way. He turned his hidden face back towards Lena and stared for the longest time.
He was curious what this ment. Would she act against Sidapa, the agent he'd witnessed take the man she sought? Act against the Invisible Hand organization itself? Where would that put him?
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 15, 2008 15:11:37 GMT -5
Markus's gaze didn't make her feel uneasy, maybe because she knew he wasn't looking at her in any sort of bad way. At least, she assumed not. Would he rat on her, should she make a threat? She honestly didn't feel like threatening him.
"Just remember you technically still owe me. I know you've still got a brain in there, so you must at least know of how humans generally work thinks. Someone saves your life, you owe 'em."
Of course, she wasn't sure if that was how Manalism worked, but she didn't care too much. "Anyway, come on, we're going to find you an apartment." She begun walking toward Genetech's teleportation booth, figuring Helsinki would be a good spot. He had to have the money to afford one, he got about the same pay as her.
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 15, 2008 15:18:49 GMT -5
Markus tilted his head as he followed her. An apartment?
He grabbed a long hooded jacket and wrapped it around himself, pulling up the hood to hide his unnatural appearance. He usually tried to disguise himself when he walked the streets.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 15, 2008 15:21:32 GMT -5
Danny was sleeping on a nice sand dune in the blistering sun, enough to kill within minutes without shade or water. Well, for anyone but him, anyway. As a red dragon, he was inclined toward warmth and the heat that could kill others was a comfortable norm for him. He rolled over from laying on his back to his side, unconsciously shifting to make the scorching sand into soft padding, smiling in his sleep as a slight drool from his mouth, down his cheek and into the sand. It was the kind of unhurried and lost sleep that people, when they saw it, wished they could get a go night's rest like that.
A call brought him out of it all, though, and he sat up, wiped away the spit from his face with a sand covered sleeve (the weather being such that all he needed was the one layer of long sleeved clothing) and he produced a phone from a tiny pocket along one pants leg. The little screen flashed a familiar number; this was a plesent surprise since Leilah was usually the one to take these calls.
"Danny Crane speaking." He said in a friendly tone, leaning back into the sand dune and crossing one leg over the other, putting one arm against the back of his head, the phone to his ear. "This is a nice surprise, buddy; what can I do you for?"
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 15, 2008 15:26:53 GMT -5
Lena passed security easy enough after flashing her labor card. These cards were good for something, at least. Her village had had no uses for such things.
Stepping into the booth, she waited for Markus to step in with her and hovered her fingers other the input pad. "Do you have any place you prefer?" She questioned, raising her hand and gesturing for him to input the location if he had one.
She doubted it, but she figured she'd ask anyway.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jul 15, 2008 15:28:06 GMT -5
"Danny! Glad I caught you." Alexei said in his friendliest voice.
"I'm running behind schedule. I need about a quarter of a ton of product to move back to Moscow for processing. I'm in the plane now, and I figured you could help me out. I have all the rand with me. What do you say?"
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Post by Markus Dunstan on Jul 15, 2008 15:30:35 GMT -5
Upon hearing Lena asks, Markus immediately pushes the code to Helsinki, the city was was born and grew up in.
Of course, nobody knew this but him and the very few scientists with extensive enough access to his project file. His reasons for this location would just have to remain a mystery for most anyone else.
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Post by "Danny" Damascus on Jul 15, 2008 15:37:50 GMT -5
"Sure thing, Alexi. Let me just do my thing here and we'll get you set up and running." Danny replied happily, smiling, getting up and heading to where he'd get all of the opium packed. It wasn't the tallest order they'd ever had but it was on short notice so there'd be some time in getting everything organized. Not that they didn't have enough product - there was always more than enough opium for five times this order - but they had to get all of the details out of the way.
"If you're picking it up with the plane then you know the place." He said, getting inside and quickly gesturing and jotting down numbers and orders. Suddenly the place was a bee hive, full of movement and people working to get everything ready. "I'll be there for the pick up when you get in, yeah? Anything else you might need?"
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jul 15, 2008 15:46:32 GMT -5
Lena was a bit surprised, even more so when she found them in the place she had figured to take him in the first place. Life could be funny like that sometimes. Shrugging it off, she searched her memory for good spots.
Deciding to see if any apartments were available in the same building she had rented from before, she headed toward the west of the city before pausing. "Err, do you have a preference on the exact location too?"
The apartment was near a booth, so that wouldn't be a problem at least.
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jul 15, 2008 16:42:16 GMT -5
Maeve had ran off to make it to Australia to work on painting some more booths. She was late and had to work overtime to make up for it. It was a time spent muttering curses as she buried herself in paint. It seemed to take an eternity but soon enough she was back in Cuba and her home.
She spoke to Jeff briefly about the information leek and they both decided to just keep things quiet for a while. Stepping into her room, she passed out into a blissed sleep for a good number of hours. Waking up feeling refreshed, she gave Tuesday a call to make sure things had all gone all right.
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