Chapter 3: Every Heart is a Revolutionary Cell

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday looks to her left, as if some place to sit is just going to appear, when no sitting place appears, she looks back to Alexei.

"Well, I'm not very familiar with this area." She states, then remembers the map in her purse.

"But, being as incredibly nerdy as I am, I have a map!" she says, producing it. She looks it over for a little while.

"There is a decent sounding coffee place down that way." She says pointing. "How does that sound?"

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei looks thoughtful for a moment, the nods.

"That sounds good to me." He says finally, glancing carefully at the map before saying, "Lead the way."

Glancing around suspiciously one last time he prepare to follow Tuesday.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

They walked the short distance to the coffee house, and took a seat. She was still thinking about what he had said about Manala. He was the only person who had every openly admitted to her that he didn't always believe in it.

"This place actually doesn't look half bad." She states looking around. Then lowers her voice.

"So, you don't believe in Manalism?"

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei eyes her suspiciously a moment, niether confirming or denying it immediately as he sits down with her..

"You seem very interested in my faith." Alexei says, then adds, "Perhaps I was wrong in thinking you weren't some sort of spy?"

[Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev]

I finish work at Calithin's office, then rush off to the orphanage for a few hours of work, then finally finish the day off at Charon's again. I feel pretty tired by the end of it all. I feel like I didn't sleep at all last night.

When work is done, I head to the home that I share with several of my political friends. I look over our group's newspaper and start reading an article by Tuesday DeCastro. I always wanted to work for Socialist Revolution's newspaper, but just never had the talent or inspiration to come up with things to write.

I yawn and make myself some tea.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"I assure you, I'm no spy. Simply a curious journalist." Tuesday said quickly. Really, she should be working right now, she needs a new story, but who knew, perhaps this could be the start to one.

"I'm interested in the effects of enforced manalism, and those who rebel against it." She was very careful not to let it slip that she herself was not at all a manalist.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei chuckles and shakes his head a bit,

"I'm no rebel, I assure you...I feel like I follow manalist principles in their own right. I'm a businessman, I'm ambitious, and I do what's necessary to get ahead."

He can't help but find it extremely ironic how often the principles of manalism applied within the russian mafia, selling drugs and promoting criminal enterprises were considered a 'sin' by the very book of manala, yet it was a business.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"So you do follow some of the priciples of Manala, weather its purposefully or not." She states, mostly to herself. Ambition and motivation were both important qualities in someone who wanted to be Blessed.

"Would you consider yourself Blessed? Or even a Manalist for that matter?" Tuesday asks, her voice still low.

This is by no means an interview of any kind, but still, she made a mental note not to forget anything he was saying at the moment. As she talked to him, she eyed him, still a little suspicious. There was something about him that didn't rub her right, something about him that just said he wasn't being completly honest with her. She wasn't sure what it was though.

(I'm going to bed. Good night.)

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei wasn't quite sure how to answer. He shook his head and shrugged. He sipped some coffee that eventually came and eventually stood up.

"I'm sorry we couldn't talk longer, but I have to see someone about some...antiques."

He smiled and turned, walking out of the coffee house hurriedly.

(Night!)

[Peter "Levitas" Barak]

((Sorry for the long post. Got carried away... feel free to ignore or interrupt some of it if you have too.))

"I would be a rather poor substitute if I could not, wouldn't I, Ms. Engel," replied Peter with a chuckle. Peter paused on the landing of the fourth floor, considering moving up to five but opting to stop here. He pushed open the door onto the floor proper, allowing Bambi to enter first, then followed and continued to lead the way.

The hallway beyond the door was brightly lite by overhead lights. Everything hummed as if powered by distance bees, the constant vague buzzing slowly rooting itself into the brain. Luckily they didn't travel through the hall itself for long. After a pair of turns Peter opened another door and bowed slightly, waving the banker into the office beyond.

Two walls within stood normally, though they were covered with paintings and photographs of natural scenes. The other two walls where comprised of massive windows, overlooking the restored nature beauty of the Florida wilds and the ocean beyond. On this side things looked amazing. If one went another few floors up and looked out the other side, of course, they could see the bubbling, mutated reality that was most of the States, but here...

"Do have a seat, Ms. Engel," Peter said, purposefully pretending that the view was unimpressive. From his tone and manner he might have choosen this room at random. "We should be undisturbed for sometime, this room in not scheduled for any activity in the near future."

He stepped up the massive table that centered the room and pulled out on the chairs, not quite at the end, but closer to the window side of the room, facing out into the world rather than to one of the walls, and gestured for her to be seated.

"Now," Peter began, taking the seat next to the one he indicated for Bambi, "I assume this pertains to the rather sizeable rebalancing of accounts within the last eighteen hours. As I'm sure you are aware Allmart has acquired the titles and deeds to roughly a gross of land plots and several hundred buildings. These lots where bought second hand from many, many individuals who purchased them at low prices after the initial chaos in Cuba."

Peter set his own file down on the table and gently fingered the blank face as if it contained proof of everything he was saying. Of course it did not, but only he knew that.

"Managing so many seperate items would be difficult, even for our exceptional staff, which is why Mr. Dollar instructed Ms. Toolah Renee, and myself, to make arrangements with your bank to consolidate payment and management of these properties through a single avenue." He opened the file slightly, bending his neck to 'peek' inside, as if checking something, then placed his hand flat atop the file, his smile widening. Such a delightful game.

"But that is only my assumption and I do seem to be running at the mouth," he waved vaguely and chuckled again, using his most appealing and friendly laugh. "By all means, Ms. Engel, do not allow me to rule this meeting of minds. Feel free to interrupt as you see fit."

He took a moment to simply stay silent and smile... and to take a better, longer look at his 'guest'. She was an interesting women. Average, by and large, but with the well spread physique that made a man take a second look. Her clothes where cpmpletely business and the way she wore them suggested little besides confidence and platonic interaction. But then, in a way, that only made a man think harder about... other things.

His eyes wandered along her hair, down her face to her lips, her blouse, the skirt, her legs and shoes. She sat in an almost uncomfortable manner, as if she where ready to leap to her feet and run or jump. He also noticed she wasn't keeping his gaze, she was looking around. He wondered just how aware she was of the surroundings.

His smile changed slightly as he focused on her eyes and thought she might know exactly the way they'd come and be able to find her way back. She was quite certainly seeing everything and tryign to see everything at once to boot. Which instantly made him wonder: did she know he was analyzing her?

Peter felt a surge of... of what? Antagonism? This woman was stirring something in him; something predatory. He could literally feel his nostrals flare slightly. It was like putting a rabbit infront of a wolf... He felt her tension, the urge to run and he knew, he knew in his guts, if she ran he would have to chase her. In what context, social, mental, or perhaps even physical, such events occurred had little meaning.

It dawned on him that he wasn't completely in control of his face. Nearly instantly he assumed control, directing his eyes to the file before him, resuming his near perfect 'friendly business' air. How long had he dropped control? A faction of second, no more, surely. Had she noticed? No, she couldn't have.

He cleared his throat, attempting to derail his runaway imagination and return to the 'real world'. "Tell me, Ms. Engel, how is Mr. Vayne? I haven't spoken to him for quite sometime now."

[Jack Kruschev]

The world lay in ruin... There was nothing lef to civilization most called home, except a single city. A God resided over the barren land and cared of ronly the people in the city of his.

Anthony awoke with a start.

[Sidapa Amparo]

To Venice Ashgrove

Sidapa interviews islanders and learns that Allmart just bought up some land. He is sure that this will become public knowledge soon, but he decides that he will report his findings to another member of the Invisible Hand. So, Sidapa heads down an alley and uses his cell phone to call Venice Ashgrove.

He leaves a message for Venice that he is in Cuba and that he learned that a lot of land and property was purchased by Allmart.

[Dinari Dollar]

Dinari arrives at his office in Florida and is not aware that Peter is meeting with Bambi in a private office. In his own office, Dinari starts looking over some paper work. He looks over the deeds that Peter obtained for him while he was in Cuba. He scratches his head and tries to make sense of all of the information. He main thing that he knows is that large portions of Cuba belong to him and that no one has figured this out yet.

Dinari makes some paper airplanes and thinks about some future projects.

[Tristan Tuzanic]

Because of his good work capturing Linnea, Tristan is praised by the High Priest of Helsinki. He isn't sure if he feels good or not about his work, but maybe he feels a little clever. With that mission completed, he is given a few others. The first is to find Lucia Mellona and her husband. He is supposed to arrest the two of them for Christian activity. Another mission he is given is to investigate a priest who may be selling Red Leaf. The goal is to try to buy some Red Leaf from the Priest. That will be a harder mission, so, he decides that he will start looking for Lucia Mellona first. Since he is given her address things will be pretty easy. He will come to their place with maybe some help..and arrest them at dinner time. The main thing is just to make sure they are home.

So, he sets off for Lucia's home and spends some time watching the place to see when she and her husband are usually at home.

[Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer]

To Alrick Vayne

Bonifaz uses a teleportation booth to travel to London to the office of Global Bank there. He chose the Global Bank office in London because he felt it was the best place to get money. You see, he heard this rumor that the Bank Manager there had given some rebel groups bank loans. Now, it was just a rumor. It could be a lie, but Bonifaz was interested in finding out. Anyway, today's business was legitimate. He was traveling there on behalf of his father and the Artz Lehrer Pharmaceutical company. They wanted to buy up land in Hungary and to do that they needed some loans. It was all supposed to be a secret thing since the Anti Drug Commission and the Manalists probably wouldn't appreciate what they intended to do with the land.

In any event, Bonifaz waited in the lobby for a meeting with Alrick Vayne.