Jaffar Kruschev
Provisional Member
Russian Mafia Assassin
we are mercenaries; we live to fight and kill and die
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Post by Jaffar Kruschev on Apr 28, 2005 1:54:38 GMT -5
Jaffar hears ringing on his cell phone. It's working, he grunts and keeps walking while listening to his cell phone, hoping some one would pick up.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 28, 2005 2:00:55 GMT -5
Sakari scratches his head, and wonders what Valodya's referring to, since he doesn't know about anything specific that Sakari has done. Though being chased by the mob is usually a pretty dead give away.
"Hey, no worries mate, I've got things under control. I'll just explain things, and how it's an unlucky chain of events. But you're right, I'll touch bases with the locals and see what's up."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 28, 2005 2:03:39 GMT -5
"Sorry, I don't know what's going on. I can only guess. I only know about Solntsevskaya since it is well known in Russia. Be careful, and I'll keep in touch. Good luck to you." Bassarov says, feeling a little bad. Sakari is one of the people in the party he can relate to the best, and it was nice talking to him.
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Post by Gabriel on Apr 28, 2005 2:04:38 GMT -5
Gabriel wakes up early. HOLY operatives were already dispatched to North Dakota to shut down that cell. Now, the only one that remains is in Montana. He heads to Montana, this time flying to save time. Things are unraveling quickly for the SLA and much more smoothly than anyone could have guessed.
He lands in Billings sometime in the early afternoon. He is met by a Mary and a John who inform him where he can find the SLA compound. It is a farm not far from the city. He nods and heads out, renting a red sports car he takes the back roads to the ranch. Not much longer now.
Gabriel can see the farm now. He can see a few black vans outside. He will go no further until he is given orders from HOLY. The FBI might handle this yet.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 28, 2005 2:09:27 GMT -5
"No worries, laddy. I'll talk to you soon. Take it easy." Sakari says, then hangs up.
I walk to a phone booth, and look up the numbers to the local socialists that I can get in touch with, write down their numbers, then look for a place to stay for the night.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 28, 2005 2:13:38 GMT -5
Bassarov heads back inside the cafe and sits down with Masha and Selja. "Anyway, that was Sakari. He's doing well. He's in America now." Bassarov explains. He turns to Masha.
"Sakari is one of my closer friends."
Bassarov then returns to the topic they left off at. "So I will be leaving soon. But as I said, you two should join me."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 28, 2005 2:25:12 GMT -5
Before Victoria tells me not to answer it, I'm already well on my way to turning the phone off. I feel a little surprised by this sudden forwardness.
"Ah I, well.... I didn't really, have any plans..." I say, folding my hands in front of me.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 28, 2005 2:26:22 GMT -5
"Good. Did you want to come back with me? I am in a bad mood for some reason. I get this way around May Day. It is like a seasonal disorder."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 28, 2005 2:32:35 GMT -5
I decide not to say anything about May Day, since it's one of the only holidays I care enough about to celebrate, but instead, just go along with it. Everything inside of me yells 'no!!!' Except for my mouth, which replies.
"Yeah, sure."
Idiot!
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 28, 2005 2:34:01 GMT -5
"Good, let's go right now. I've already wasted too much time getting to know you." I sling my purse over the shoulder and lead him on to where I am staying.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 28, 2005 2:43:43 GMT -5
I get up, and follow her back to her place, shutting the door behind us.
"Not a bad room..." I state, casually. This hotel's nicer than any I've been at. "You get room service?"
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 28, 2005 2:45:34 GMT -5
"I haven't been to my room much. I've just been speaking and meeting people." I say as I set my purse down. "The nihilist's name is Zivon by the way. In case you ever meet him."
I think of Zivon and smile. "Sigh...oh well, you are good enough for now. Let's just get this over with. It is pretty late."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 28, 2005 2:54:01 GMT -5
Zivon? Isn't that Heikki's... No, it can't be. I shake my head, and decide that it's just a coincidence.
**Later**
I roll over, reach down where my pants lay, and dig into them to get my cell phone and see who called. I smack my forehead, suddenly feeling guilty, as though I had overtly ditched Salome for Victoria.
I stick my phone back into my pocket, and rest my head back onto the pillow.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 28, 2005 2:58:17 GMT -5
After a sub par time with Shura I decide to call Zivon. I have thought about him a lot since leaving Helsinki. I ignore Shura and dial Zivon. As soon as he picks up.. "Hey, do you know a guy named Shura? He's an anarchist. I just slept with him. What are you doing?"
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 28, 2005 3:08:18 GMT -5
Zivon answers his phone, and apparently Victoria knows his voice well enough to presume it's him before he can even explain who it is.
"Shura? Heikki has a friend named Shura he went to France with. You slept with him before you slept with me?" I ask, offended. "I'm holding you to this next time, bitch to be bred or not, we're fucking."
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