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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 17, 2005 3:38:59 GMT -5
"But if you don't go, you'll never meet Stefanii."
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 17, 2005 3:42:21 GMT -5
"I'm sure I've met her before. Get her number for me and ask where she went to high school. Maybe she's into skiing as well." Stefan replies, half smiling to himself.
"Though I'm sure she's not as good as you."
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 17, 2005 3:44:29 GMT -5
"I bet she is, since she looks bigger and stronger than most girls. Maybe it's from cross country skiing or from eating really wholesome. Okay, I'll ask for her number."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 17, 2005 3:45:40 GMT -5
"Yeah I'm sure things will settle down. At least now we'll have stories to tell to the IRA, and maybe they'll listen to us out of sympathy." Sakari replies.
The more distraught Bassarov is, the calmer I become. Now that he is calming down, I'm starting to feel the stress of the situation. Though I just smile and show my poker face.
"Hey I wonder if they have a gambling car on this thing..." Sakari asks half to himself.
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 17, 2005 3:55:22 GMT -5
"Well hey, I wish you luck with that Ahti. I should get back, I promised my family I'd take them out to eat tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." Stefan says, and heads back to his room. He was fortunate enough to live within walking distance of his house, no way would he get away with having women's clothing on base.
After changing into his male civilian clothes, Stefan heads back to his parent's house.
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 17, 2005 4:00:57 GMT -5
"I'll tell you how things went, but you should really go out. It is St. Urho's day so you can get a purple beer." I say, but he is already gone.
I go to my room to change clothes and get ready for tonight. I head out and whistle a tune to myself. I hope that I see Stefanii again.
"You know what they say about st. Urho's day... everyone who's Finnish has to get drunk on st. Urho's day, and everyone's Finnish on st. Urho 's day" " ((St. Urho's day is actually on March 16th. When St. Urho the made up Finnish Saint sent all the grasshoppers out of Finland by shouting " Heinäsirkka, Heinäsirkka, mene täältä Hiiteen" or "Grasshopper, grasshopper, go to hell."))
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Set Dudek
Provisional Member
American Weapons Specialist
Stand up defend or lay down and die.
Posts: 60
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Post by Set Dudek on Mar 17, 2005 5:05:35 GMT -5
well normaly i'm just a wepon specialists but no one else owuld do it so i'm a last resort.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 17, 2005 5:11:23 GMT -5
"A weapons specialist? Did you come to Russia to help the Americans fight terrorism here? I heard that a bunch of Americans had been sent over to help deal with the Chechen rebels."
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Set Dudek
Provisional Member
American Weapons Specialist
Stand up defend or lay down and die.
Posts: 60
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Post by Set Dudek on Mar 17, 2005 5:25:03 GMT -5
ohh god ys i'ver heard about that too but no they retarted govmernt thinks i'd make a good spy so they sent me over to defect.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 17, 2005 5:38:37 GMT -5
"So you're a spy Set? So what did they send you here to spy on? I hope it wasn't the socialists,"
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Erich Von Hendrich
Provisional Member
German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on Mar 17, 2005 7:10:47 GMT -5
Erich sat down in a dark back alley. He was sure he was safe. He pulled out an old watch. One the train conductors used way back when. He had received as a gift from his father long ago.
“Crap! t didn’t make it, the train will just be leaving. Now what do I do?”<br> He let his head slump and thought deeply about what to do. This was a problem. How could he get out of there? He was going to die there! He has to get out!
Panic was slowly taking him until suddenly he felt a blow to his head and he instantly blacked out.
His mind was in a black blank for what seemed like an eternity. The he came to in the middle of a black room. It was damp and pitch black. The room smelled foul.
He knew where he was. He was in prison. He had already been familiar with captivity when he was captured in Syria. The held him for a year that was untill he finally escaped. Now he was a prisoner again.
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Post by alex on Mar 17, 2005 8:41:08 GMT -5
((ok, anyone can join in now. Call me on my phone. Or somthing.))
Alex pays a toll and parks. He needed to do some work, but dident feel like doing it at home.
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Post by dead character on Mar 17, 2005 9:42:18 GMT -5
"So everything is set then. This is it. Suicide seems so pointless. We are not religious fanatics. We only have one life to live."
The doomed Aeroflot Flight 173 leaves Beirut at 8:40 for Moscow. From afar the DFLP operatives, unusual Marxist Leninist Palestinian rebels, watch the flight leave Lebanon. The main group in Syria orchestrated most of this. Times have been more peaceful in Lebanon in recent years. Nothing like the 1980s. But good years mean lax security. It is easier to get away with things. That will all change soon enough.
It's almost time. We won't see it anyway. Let's go back.
At 9:01 there is an explosion aboard the plane. It is over the Mediteranean Sea. No one survives....
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Post by sneaklemming on Mar 17, 2005 13:21:08 GMT -5
There is a moment of silence, as James scratchs in his notebook. His eyes glared into hers. If he lets out any sign of weakness she would own the interview.
"What do you think the UN can do to stop this ever increasing threat of terrorism and believe in talking with terrorists or combating them?"
He almost knows the answer she will give, but its just that little bit he needs for a story, and those quatation marks.
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Post by kasimir on Mar 17, 2005 14:03:29 GMT -5
"Heikki," Frigga started slowly, "Your task will be to destroy Russia's governmental infrastructure."
A large pause fell between the three, like a bad joke had just been unleashed.
"Das Ende and I could care less how you do it, but it is a necessity and a growing threat to our activities of late."
"We will be providing you with 10 pounds of plastique explosive, detonators, six passports, two handguns and one disassembled anti-material rifle," Frigga said as she lit a cigarette, letting out the grey smoke slowly. "We managed to fit all of it into one piece of luggage, which you will take with you aboard a train."
"Our operation never flies, as you see." Said Kasimir. "We wouldn't get past the ticket counter before German authorities came en masse."
"You have two weeks." Said Frigga, for the first time sounding grave. "We will lead a simultaneous strike in Germany and move on to surrounding countries, when your comrades arrive they will be sent on similar tasks."
"Good hunting." Said Kasimir, merely as a formality.
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