Chapter 2: Works of Love

[Peter "Levitas" Barak]

Things where progressing within acceptable parameters so far. The rebels infighting was somewhat lack luster, it turned out that few of them where armed so there weren't gun fights in the streets. Some knifes into backs, a few rebel higher ups beaten to a pulp, little death but plenty of blood. It needed to be rougher. Things had to fall apart, not just shift.

It wasn't as simple as handing out guns, the Manalists controlled arms to a radical degree. Even he didn't get a gun, he had to rely on his own power. Genetech soldiers, proper ones, usually had guns but they were controlled tightly. Still he'd managed to put a few deadly weapons into a few hands, it was a good start.

As Peter waited, practically invisible among the refuse in the alleyway, his white coat long since disgarded in favor of his street attair, he reviewed his plans in his mind. No one thought him for what he was. He was a simple man, a killer, a bodyguard at best and a thug at worst. But he knew people, even if he didn't know numbers or letters. People were easy. You didn't have to own a person to control them.

He rose and started walking. He needed to spark one more individual today and things would leap forward. A few clicks on his phone sent a prewritten text message to Tuvi inquiring about the status of her end of the acquisition, funds freed and manuvered to be ready, removal of potential competitors in their take over, the general stuff.

[Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev]

I feel suddenly warm and sick when I notice that Calithin....Calithin who owns this and whole countries is here! It is too much to handle for such a mediocre person as myself. He looks displeased with my work. I feel mortified! I decide that I am going to quickly head down one of the halls and mop there so that he doesn't see me. Maybe if I avoid him, I can spare him the disappointment of seeing the cause of his displeasure.

"Mop mop mop...moppity moppity moppity.." I say as I mop the hall way furthest away from the Great Calithin.

[Kaschei Bessmertny]

Events in Cuba catch Kaschei's attention. Altough the details are scarce, the idea that there is some sort of revolution or social upheaval there interests him greatly. It would be a good location for brothels, casinos, and growing drugs if somehow he could take control of the Island himself.

An opportunity like this can not be ignored, even if the Manalists seem to have ignored the situation.

He leaves a phone message for Machiavelli that he and Alexei should visit Cuba and get an idea of what is going on there. They may enlist the help of any other useful contacts/members as well. The goal is to see what can be done to take over the island for themselves and interests related to the Russian mafia.

[Dinari Dollar]

Dinari hangs out by his pool paging though the pages of Genetech's catalogue.
He writes down his orders as he goes along. "Let's see...radiation eating plants..." He puts as number one on the list.

He skips over the freaky dog bull.

He checks out some of their soldiers. They range in prices and generally Dinari orders the less expensive ones. He pauses for a moment and thinks about Peter. Peter was trained by Genetech and altered a little. He wonders what that meant for Peter. He would have to ask sometime.

[Bambi Engel]

In yet another place in the world, a woman's pale fingers fiddled with the front of her blouse, hastily buttoning the front. Her suit was plain, but nice looking nonetheless. Grabbing her purse, Bambi glanced at her wristwatch to make sure she would be right on time to work as usual. Nodding mentally, she did one last check at the mirror she kept on her front door. No stray hair strands, no slanted tie, no crooked glasses... Perfect!

Swinging the door of her one bedroom apartment open, she made sure the door was locked before fleeing down the hallway. She lived in a rather nice apartment close to the Global Bank headquarters, which suited her just fine despite the noise. Another day of work, work, work!

Squinting her eyes at the sudden glare of sunlight as she left the apartment building, she cursed mentally. Oh, well, at least the streets were busy as usual. Some dressed in suits like her, others dressed in casual clothes. All places to be, things to be doing. This was how she liked it, everything with a purpose. Beginning to move again as her eyesight adjusted, she smiled softly- And tripped over her own two feet in the middle of the crowded street.

After an embarrassing frenzy of apologies, she rushed to the Global Bank headquarters without any other incidents. Navigating her way through the halls, bumping into a few people and causing some stacks of paper to fall, she finally found her sanctuary. Easing into her office, she noted the large stack of papers rested on top of one side of her desk, though it didn't give the same dreadful feeling to her as it would to most other people.

Her lovely computer rested at the other end, looking lonely. She had to resist the urge to coo at it, she wasn't insane enough about computers to do that. Yet. Slinging her purse over the side of her chair, she plopped herself down for another day of work.

[Jumala Keitoleinen]

Keitoleinen wanders back to the laboratory where Eun works. He feels upset that Linnea was so cruel to him. Afterall, he had been so good to her.
Keitoleinen was frowning slightly when he entered the lab. He surveyed the room for the young scientist, but it was crowded with others, all trying to look busy now that Keitoleinen was around.

"Is Eun here?" He politely asked one of the scientists.

[Li Violette]

After my meeting with the Moderator, I attend several other meetings thoughout the day. Finally, when the day is done, I teleport back to Beijing, where I have an apartment. It is nice to be home and really it feels like forever. This week, I think I am going to meet Valkoinen Joki. There is something which interests me about his business. It isn't one of the wealthiest ones in the world, yet, I think it certainly has potential. I plan a trip to Finland in my planner, then head to my bedroom for some much needed rest.

[Jack Kruschev]

Anthony spinned around in his seat, he was having fun. After a while, he gets up and hops to work.

He watched as the small schrub grew in the vault, Anthony needed to figure out how to make it reproduce naturally. He pondered for a moment and got nothing. No ideas, no inspiration, just nothing. He sat back down in his seat and started thinking so hard he his head was going to split. "To hot hell with this," he muttered. Anthony pics up his cell phone and calls Danari dollar. The phone rings for a bit before it's not answered and Anthony leaves a message. "You want them radiation-eating plant thing-a-ma-jiggers to reproduce naturally or should I got get some sleep?" Anthony asks.

[slowpoke]

Charon walked out of his library. He had just finished an interesting read about Ancient Roman paganism. The book had been particularly good and he smiled as he closed the doors behind him.

He went to the kitchen and grabbed the watering can from the sink, he filled it nd proceeded to the garden. As he opened the door he saw two people standing in his garden.

He store meticulously at them "Hello there I'm Charon, how might I help you two this fine evening?"

[Calithin Crest]

I notice my dirty shoes and, being annoyed by the unpleasant and unprofessional reaction they would be sure to evoke in others, I promptly remove them along with my socks and throw them away. I like not wearing shoes and have been meaning to be more spiritual lately anyway.

Upon following the trail of mediocre mopping down your standard over-lit chilly office hallway and then being pointed in the right direction by another member of our janitorial staff, I stealthily come across our culprit and take the mop away from her.

"No."

I slosh the mop around a little bit in an attempt to convey the correct way to go about the job, but soon discover that, apperantly, I am not very good at mopping whatsoever.

"That's... The wrong way to mop... Then..."

I hand the mop back to her and cross my arms.

"In any event, it has to be better than this from now on. I would like to see myself in every tile."

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei gives Beth a pat, letting her to know to wait there for now.

"Mr. Charon! I was wondering if I could come in and have a chat with you."

[slowpoke]

Charon stares at the man with a look of puzzlement on his face. 'I'd be happy to speak with you but I'm perplexed as to why you have stopped by my humble abode. You don't seem like a student of mine"

Charon placed his watering can on the ground and brushed his hands off, he then stepped closer and placed his hands out as if to shake "You seem to know my name but I'm currently unaware of yours" he spoke with a genuine smile.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei smiles and says,

"I'm Dmitri. I...spoke to someone who brought your name up in regards to something. Can I come in?"

[slowpoke]

Charon does not feel ok with this man constantly asking to come in. "Hmm Dmitri such a fine name, now tell me Dmitri what is your surname? Perhaps I know an ancestor of yours?"

Charon's paranoia begins to take hold and his eyes scan the garden looking for an item he could turn into a weapon if the need rose up.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei grimaces with annoyance before saying,

"That's really not important...you see, I heard your name from this...fairy...thing...and I was hoping we could discuss it."