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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Apr 1, 2005 20:49:30 GMT -5
"In all honesty I haven't been keeping up with the socialist movement. I have been so busy with other things at the moment, though I know there have been some human rights complaints about the treatment of socialist political prisoners in certain countries... I will take a look."
I check my watch and see that although I don't have to leave, his flight will be going soon.
"I am sorry, I kept you too long and your flight will soon be leaving. Have a nice flight, Mr. Mahon."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 1, 2005 20:49:54 GMT -5
Rolling over, I realize that I am not knocked out, only under the satalite. I slowly get up, checking my bruses. I slowly crawl under the satalite, looking around for anyone.
"Strange. One would think someone would care about this..."
I get up and dust myself off. After finding my bike, I ride to the nearest town and go to a bar. I sit down. Boy am I beat.
"Your best scotch, barkeep!"
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 1, 2005 20:50:42 GMT -5
"I'm going to call Ogolov, so I would like you to sort these weapons. The others already know that we have our shipment in, and though it's less than we ordered, we still have plenty left over from the last one, so we should be alright to proceed. Write a letter to our friends in parliment and let them know to begin turning up the pressure." Rommel replies.
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 1, 2005 20:52:03 GMT -5
"That's an interesting story. I never did plays in high school, but I was a carrot in an elementary school play. I was the tallest and slimest in my class so it was a role I was made for."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 1, 2005 20:53:11 GMT -5
"Holy moly Rocky, someone's a little grumpy... Maybe you need some happy juice to turn your frown upside down." Sakari replies. After Cambridge tucks hirself into bed, he gets up, and leaves the hotel, only to find he has a message on his phone.
It's Deirdre, she's back at home. I call the number she left me...
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 1, 2005 20:55:53 GMT -5
"Yes sir." I say submissively and get to work immediately. The Uzis are loaded and placed on a rack, and the grenades stacked neatly on a shelf. Of the MP5s, one is for me, one is for Frederick, and the other two are for our assassins. Then I get out the ancient typewriter that we always use for these letters and begin composing the message...
(Well I'm heading out. If I'm not back within an hour I'll cya tommorow)
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Post by sneaklemming on Apr 1, 2005 20:57:04 GMT -5
People began boarding through his gate. Ah yes, well nobody has been keeping up with it you see, therein lies the problem. Well I must be off, and thank you for stopping to talk, it was a pleasure meeting you again. Who knows maybe we'll see each other again?!"
He stood to shake her hand.
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Post by Switzer on Apr 1, 2005 20:58:05 GMT -5
(TO LYSANDER)
"There he is, that's the socialist who was causing all the trouble!" Christian says as he leads two police officers into the bar. He points his finger at Lysander and the two police approach him.
"So you're the little vandal, eh? Well, I think you better come with us." one officer says to him.
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Apr 1, 2005 21:01:55 GMT -5
"I'm sure we will meet again. Take care, Mr. Mahon."
With that I leave. I don't wait or watch to see Mahon leave, instead I walk off on my own and meet with some staff members.
Later that day I check out the website, but I am not alarmed. This is nothing new. Socialists have been saying these things for more than a century. I am not overly concerned by the threat of socialist revolution. After the Soviet Union, China, Cuba, and the disasters wrought by communism, the ideas no longer have credibility.
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Post by kitty on Apr 1, 2005 21:04:52 GMT -5
Just as father is in his height of anger, Deidre's phone rings. She quickly fumbles around for her phone in her bag, and turns off her phone. He strikes her across the face.
"YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO LISTEN TO YOUR OWN FATHER!!" Another slap. Deirdre is numb at this point. She stands there, looking off to the side, one hand up to her cheek, and puts up her shell. She is leaving tonight. But with what money?
"Go to your room, now." He says, no longer yelling, but clearly upset. Deirdre climbs the stairs, and quietly enters her room, making sure not to slam the door.
More shouting from downstairs. Deirdre sees that Sakari has called, and rather than calling him back, she text messages him.
"I'm a little busy right now. I'll be back as soon as I can get the money for a plane ticket. I'll talk to you soon."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 1, 2005 21:08:17 GMT -5
I turn my barstool to face the men and take a last swig of scotch. I throw my money on the counter to cover the drinks, and stand up.
"You wish to arest me officers? What have I done?"
Most of the room is paying attention by now.
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Post by Switzer on Apr 1, 2005 21:12:01 GMT -5
The police talk amongst themselves. With the riots and crack down on illegal political parties, they don't want to make a mistake and let a dangerous terrorist or revolutionary go.
"See here boy, you're coming down to the station to answer a few questions about your political leanings...."
They cuff him and put him in the car. They drive him to the station for questioning.
Christian laughs as they drive away.
"Silly socialist, serves you right."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 1, 2005 21:18:51 GMT -5
Staring out of the car as it drives away, i make sure to soak in the informant's face. I'll get him!
Once we reach the station, they put me in a room and they start to question me. I tell them nothing, and pretend I have no idea what they are talkign about. They leave me alone for a few minutes, and then a tough looking man comes in. He pull up a chair and stares at me. I look him in the eye.
"So, kid, I hear youve been blowing things up. I just talked to a nice guard that you almost killed. You little punk!"
He shoves me against the wall and sucker punches my face. I slide down the wall, my nose bleeding.
"If I did, it is what had to be done. There can be no more of this status quo. Teh socialist revolution is come!"
I make an effort to stand up, and I spit in his face. He looks me in the eye and wails me in the stomach. I lie on the floor, coughing up blood.
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 1, 2005 21:21:43 GMT -5
((Okay))
Frederick climbs the stairs up into a makeshift office, which is not much more than a desk with a lamp, a bookshelf, and a telephone on the desk. Rommel picks up the phone, and dials Ogolov's number.
"Da." "Yeah we got the stuff." Frederick says, trying to remain calm. "Ahh Frederick, that's good to hear." He says, in a convincingly oblivious tone of voice. "They told me to contact you to get the other half of the shipment." "What do you mean?" "You have half of what I paid for." Rommel replies, calm, and collected. "They told me that you got everything." Ogolov replies, as though he were losing his patience. "Then they were lying."
Silence.
"If you value your life, you will carry a weapon on you from now on you fucking Kossack rigger." Frederick slams the phone down onto its base.
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Post by Switzer on Apr 1, 2005 21:22:23 GMT -5
Christian leaves and goes searching for Gretchen. After he was put in prison a few days for being a nazi, he is pleased to have put a socialist away as well. It only seems fair.
Christian finds Gretchen and thinks of the young socialist no more. Meanwhile, he is interogated and the authorities try to determine who he is. He does not have a record of being involved with a major socialist group, so he will likely be released after a few hours of questioning, unless they find something on him.
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