Chapter 3: Every Heart is a Revolutionary Cell

[Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev]

The next thread for when the previous one has reached 20 pages.

[Bambi Engel]

Bambi had been busy visiting a few other clients before her lunch break, at which time she returns to the Global Bank HQ to turn all the forms in from her meetings. After doing so, she makes her way to the cafe where she usually ate lunch and replays the afternoon's events in her head. For a first day at this type of work, she felt pretty prideful. Of course, that one client seemed pretty mad about her flower base... She recalls the memory with a flinch.

Finishing up lunch, she returns to her office once more to discover that one of the clients she was supposed to see later had called. Making herself comfortable at her desk, she picks up her phone to dial back Dinari Dollar, hoping he wasn't mad about the wait. Global Bank must be pretty tight on employees... It would explain why she was always asked to multi task with her job.

She dials the number and listens to the phone ring patiently, figuring he must be done with his television interview by now.

[††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove††]

Cephrien is able to catch Dinari Dollar's interview on a TV placed in a nearby Hardware Store. He stands with his hands slipped away in his coat pockets and stares, focused on the broadcast. Dinari Dollar was the owner of All-mart. The world's greatest retailer.. though that didn't interest him.. he had never met the guy face to face.. at least he didn't think so.

Naturally the only thing he noted as that Dinari knew something about the Rebellious activity here in Cuba.. so he was definately his ticket to the completion of his mission.

After the interview was done, Ceph reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his flat Cell Phone. Flipping it open, he dialed up Violet's number and waited for her to answer.

[Peter "Levitas" Barak]

Peter tossed the dented, splinter length of wood in the alleyway, blood splashing the cement as he did. He'd put that simple tool to good use but now the job was done. Anymore mayhem and things might break down completely. Tuvi would be doing her job and Dollar (hopefully) would do his. Things where done in this backwater part of the world for him.

He rubbed his hands together, working out the kinks that come from gripping a weapon not made to be gripped. He also had a few splintersto dig out but for the moment he was planning to enjoy the fruits of a job well done.

Formerly in a vague silence, as silent as a city could be, Havanna was now streaming with sounds. People shouting, people crying, car alarms, the occational sharp pain of shattering glass. He could have cried, he was so happy, it felt just like being back home on the streets at night. Except everybody was speaking freakin' Spanish. He'd have to make sure Dollar changed that, got all these people speaking proper English.

A stranger rushed past him, almost running into him, and vanished around a corner farther on. Delightful chaos and disorder. But the kind of disorder that comes from people doing what they want. The sound of freedom, to his mind.

After a few minutes of peaceful wandering Peter had to stop and attempt to regain his bearings. He only knew about the one stupid T.Booth on this island and he wasn't sure where he was anymore. Of all the luck, a perfect night ruined by the lack of a map. Oh well, he'd figure it would eventually.

[Calithin Crest]

((To Ronja.))
I wake up sometime late in the afternoon and decide to take a short walk to stretch my muscles before coming back to the office and finishing up for the day. I arrange a few papers on my desk, inform my secretary that I'll be going out for a bit, put on my jacket, and leave the building.

While on my walk I go through the park and spot some ducks. I get so caught up following them around that I loose all track of time and end up having to ask someone for the time; usually I have a watch on me, but today I must have been in such a rush that I forgot to put one on... I sigh and decide that I will ask a young woman I see walking up ahead.

"Excuse me... Do you have the time?"

[Li Violette]

I am hardly done with my speech when I get a phone call. Had it been a moment earlier I would have been on stage and unable to take the call. I quickly head back inside and seclude myself down a vacant hallway to take the call.

"Yes, what did you find out?" I ask Venice Ashgrove.

[††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove††]

"From what I gathered just now from the television, Dinari Dollar has most of the information that we need." He spoke into the receiver, lowering his eyelids halfway as he watched the citizens move along the streets, some of them gathering to speak about the broadcast just now.

"Where can I find him?"

[Li Violette]

"He has a mansion in Florida. I suppose you could pay him a visit." I reply to Venice. I don't imagine that the Moderator would care. It is useful to know what is going on.

"Yes, you should find his place easily enough in Florida, since there is little left of America anyway...but, let me check a directory to see if I can find his teleportation number.."

I put Venice on hold and call directory assistance. I learn Dinari's teleportation number which I jot down.

"Here..." And then I list off the number for him to make this whole process faster.

[ronny]

Ronja is kinda suprise that someone just talk to her, but then again, she never expect anyone to talk to her.

"I would like to tell you what time at the moment, but I can't. Sorry sir."

[Calithin Crest]

"Oh..."

That never happens. I'm, like, a little amazed right now. People always give you the time when you ask for it... I frown and look around a little confused.

"Why not? Is it against the law to tell people what time it is now? Do you have to pray to Father Manala when you want to know the time and hope he magically, through some amazing form of telekinesis, sends you the information out of absolutely no where?"

My mind wanders a little after this and I imagine how neat a little Father Manala action figure would be... I would completely buy that.

[Dinari Dollar]

After the interview on M TV, Dinari teleports back home via a teleportation booth. When he gets home, his phone is ringing. He rushes to pick it up. He got tired of waiting on hold earlier with the Global Bank, so he really hopes it is them.

He quickly grabs the phone..

"Dinari Dollar.." He says.

[ronny]

"Wrong answer. I am actually blind." she reply. "That is pretty much the reason why I can't tell you what time at the moment."

"Are you late for something important?"

[Calithin Crest]

"Oh! Blind! Well then that makes sense. You don't even know whether it's day time... Well... It is daytime. It's afternoon, in case you were wondering... So I guess now I'm telling you the time."

I feel like a moron.

"In any case... I'm not really late for anything... I own my own company, so I don't exactly have a boss to report to or anything. I just like to be back at the office before closing time so that I can make sure everything is in order. You may have heard of my company-- Crest Mining. I'm Calithin Crest."

I reach out and shake her hand, I feel like I have to make up for being ridiculous earlier.

"Who are you? Do you know? Alot of people don't, so I don't blame you if you don't have an answer."

[ronny]

"I think I did heard about your company, Calithin." she reply as she shook his hand.

"My name is Ronja Larsson and I am Scrag's assistant. You can call me Ronny if you want Catlithi."

[††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove††]

After receiving the number, Cephrien silently closes his phone and slides it away into his pocket without another word. He casually moves over through the crowd and eventually reaches a Teleportation Booth. There he enters the Teleportation Coordinate Numbers for Dinari Dollar's mansion.

In a flash, he is transported to the living room.. as expected everything was rich looking. He didn't really know where to start first.. but luckily he had come in just as Dinari's phone was ringing.. so he skillfully followed the noise through a room or two before finally appearing at the doorway, standing behind Dinari himself.

"You." The white haired demon man spoke to gather Dollar's attention.