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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 16, 2009 1:36:23 GMT -5
Time to start a new chapter in YOA.
Welcome back all members!
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 17, 2009 14:36:46 GMT -5
(TO KARL)Riding a train into South Africa, Eisak looked out the window as the a stop approached a nearby train station to refuel and pick up more passengers.
South Africa had gotten worse since Eisak's last visit. Before, drought had been plaguing Africa, and not much had changed. The capitalists, however, had taken a peculiar interest in African peoples and exploited their children in factories.
Eisak sighed and continued to remain in his seat.
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Post by Karl van den Berg on Apr 17, 2009 14:58:01 GMT -5
Karl climbed onto the train. Ticket in one hand, a briefcase in the other. Inside the briefcase was cash. Euros to be exact. He was heading for Europe. His boss at the AWB military wing had set up a series of meetings throughout Eastern Europe for Karl and his comrades. As Karl sat in the closest empty seat, beside Eisak, he was deep in thought. Overall, he was nervous. He had never left Africa, and now he was going to take part in arms deals thousands of miles from home. He couldnt help but wonder what his baas had in mind when Karl was chosen for the trip.
Karl van den Berg was interupted from his thoughts as the train started again. The carriages creaked, like the rest of South Africa it seemed. However, now alert, Karl noticed the young man beside him. They make eye contact, and exchange 'hello's.
Karl van den Berg - You arent from around here are you? What is that accent?...let me guess...definately European...Romanian? Hungarian? Russian?
Karl thinks to himself for a while before speaking again.
Karl van den Berg - So why are you here? You a journalist? Sure as hell cant be a holiday, ha! Nobody comes to this country anymore, the only place they go is out.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 17, 2009 21:02:53 GMT -5
Heikki was nowhere near the train, South Africa, or anything of interest. He was back in Helsinki. He was in his apartment, going through some things...things that belonged to his mother as well as friends from the past. He felt somewhat alone. It had been a very long time since he had been in contact with...well, anyone. Now, he had only memories to keep him company.
He also had a cactus.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 18, 2009 1:49:47 GMT -5
My my, someone's talkative, Eisak said as he leaned his head back into the wall behind the seat. Eisak wasn't in a super-talkative mood at the moment, but one is the loneliest number, and Eisak didn't particularly enjoy being lonely, especially in crowds.
Bringing his head back up and starting to smile a little, Eisak looked over to Karl and said, "'Name's Eisak. I'm actually a Russian/Finnish mix, but tend to reside in Russia. I'm coming down to South Africa to see if it's a worthwhile location for a business thinking of starting a dock on it's tip to help ships sailing around.
How about you? What's your story?" Eisak finished lying by asking.
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Post by Karl van den Berg on Apr 18, 2009 14:08:54 GMT -5
Karl wasn't too startled by Eisak's question. He had months to plan a cover story.
Karl van den Berg - I'm Karl. Karl van den Berg. I work as a lawyer up in Pretoria. I'm headed to the airport right now. I have a brother in Europe, he's ill, so I'm headed up there to look after his business for a while.
Karl thought to himself. Although he was sure Eisak had no reason to doubt him, he felt that his lie was so obvious.
Karl van den Berg - We dont get many foreigners about here anymore. Watch yourself wherever you go, the blery crime rate's through the roof at the moment. Damn kaffirs, you kn--
Karl was cut off suddenly. Months of drought with no repair had taken their toll on the weakened rail tracks. Karl's briefcase slammed into the carriage wall and opened, some of the cash falling out. Karl quickly picked it up and closed it, but knew he'd been busted, when he saw Eisak look at him.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 18, 2009 19:37:48 GMT -5
Money, and lots of it, had littered the floor in front of Karl and Eisak for a split second. Suspicious and obvious, there was more to the lie of a story than Karl had told Eisak. However, Eisak needed to lay low, and reporting some random criminal would only turn the attention of the authorities towards Eisak. As a result, Eisak was going to ignore the money and his gut feeling that there was more to the story.
Watching one of the bills go under his seat, Eisak bent over and fished it out.
"Listen, I don't care where the money's going, just don't rat me out if you get caught, deal? " Eisak asked/proposed as he handed back the bill.
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Post by Karl van den Berg on Apr 18, 2009 20:27:05 GMT -5
Karl was suprised, but not disappointed. As the train started moving again, Karl spoke quietly.
Karl van den Berg - Yes meneer, we have a deal. And thank you.
For the next ten or so minutes, the two men sat in silence. The silence wasnt completely uncomfortable, but both men felt that the sooner they parted the better.
Karl van den Berg - Excuse me Eisak, I'm going to the bathroom. In case I can't find this seat again, you should know it was nice meeting you.
The two men shake hands, and Karl forces a smile. Lifting his briefcase, he heads forward into the next carriage, he makes a signal to a gentleman a few seats forward. Unknown to Karl, Eisak clearly notices. The man Karl had been communicating to was dressed in a similar style to Karl. He was accompanied by another, shorter negro. He muttered something to the negro in Zulu, and they both glanced towards Eisak. The white man followed Karl eventually, but the black man stayed put, occassionally glancing at Eisak.
In the next carriage, Eisak could see both white men go into the male bathroom.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 19, 2009 0:08:20 GMT -5
Did he just give me away? Does he know who I am? Eisak thought and questioned to himself. He didn't want to have to run, or blow anything up at the moment, but would if he had too.
Eisak got up and left his seat. Walking to the next car, he closed and locked the door behind him, and continued this process until he reached the back of the train.
Where to now? He wondered.
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Post by Jocasta Bertrand on Apr 19, 2009 3:53:14 GMT -5
To Heikki:Jocasta walked into the small apartment building in Helsinki trying to find her client. He'd ordered some explosives quite some time ago, and it was about time that she delivered them to him...or her....whoever it was.
Jocasta took a look at her note to ensure she got the right apartment and walk up the stairs, carrying the have load under her arm, and finally got to the small apartment.
"Finally," she muttered to herself through a couple of deep breathes before ringing the doorbell.
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Post by Karl van den Berg on Apr 19, 2009 9:34:11 GMT -5
As Eisak moved through the carriage, he heard a frantic conversation coming for one of the restrooms. It sounded like a mixture of English and Afrikaans. He recognized one of the voices to be Karl's, and assumed the other one to be the man who followed him. He also noticed that the negro had gotten up and was following him. On the other side of the door, Karl was worried.
Karl van den Berg - Ja, we dont need him followed, we need him eliminated. It was my carelessness, I admit, but there's something about him I dont trust. Jasper, can you take Eisak out?
Karl's subordinate sighed. He was a veteran of espionage, having served in the South African secret service for years. He wasn't happy at being placed under the command of an amateur.
Jasper van der Heijdan - Yes, when he exits the train, I will end this threat. Obviously I'll need to do it myself, I dont trust the kaffir. He's an ama--
The negro burst in the door, addressing Jasper directly.
Negro - Baas, I have lost the target. He has outwitted us. I cant find him anywhere.
Karl van den Berg - Fuck...
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 19, 2009 10:34:43 GMT -5
Eisak looked through the window in the doors of the train and saw that not much was really happening. People weren't coming, and he seemed to be safe.
"Gotta get off," Eisak muttered to himself. He looked over the side of the train and saw that they were approaching a station. He'd get off here. It was time to go, and Eisak had to leave.
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Post by Chris Frost on Apr 19, 2009 23:45:35 GMT -5
(To Eisak) Chris was casually lounging on a shabby bench in the station when a train pulled in. Chris took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground before returning his attention to the laptop in his lap. He presses a few more keystrokes and then raises his head attentivly.
Chris looked entirely out of place, wearing slacks, a sports jacket, thin sunglasses and a shady fedora. He's wearing plain black hiking shoes.
He watches one white man exit the train and his suspicion piqued, he started to watch the man. Chris looked into the train windows and watched another white man pass by, this one dressed much fancier, and consorting with a few other people on the train.
Frost is here on the watch for drugs, guns and cash, which the authorities are aware get smuggled through the railways on a daily basis. Chris had spent 2 months in South Africa, the majority of it in Pretoria. Over the last few days he's picked up on the activity in the area, and has especially been interested in the trainstations and airport. Chris hit a few keys on his keyboard, and sent a report requesting a tail to be put on the train at the next stop, he knew they were available and Chris knows he can get the resources he needs; they are willing to try anything to slow the stream of smuggled goods here.
Chris quickly stowed his laptop and sprung to his feet. He made a casual walk towards Eisak, catching his attention with a light wave before walking up to him.
"Excuse me, do you speak English?"
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 20, 2009 2:19:45 GMT -5
Getting off the train, Eisak pushed his long hair out of his eyes and look around. People were talking, some even laughing, as they passed by others and a man was approaching Eisak.
Eisak's first instinct was to run, but he knew that, that action would only give him away. Pulling up his acting skills, Eisak pretended to act casual and continued to walk at a normal pace that indicated he wasn't much in a hurry.
When the man asked Eisak if he spoke English, Eisak new he had to get out his BSing skills and get to work.
"As a matter of fact, I do," he replied in a rather cheerful tone. "How can I help you?"
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Post by Chris Frost on Apr 20, 2009 9:00:30 GMT -5
Chris casually pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opens the top and grabs two. He puts one in his mouth and he offers the other to Eisak.
"I'm Chris," Chris pulls out his black and green shamrock zippo and lights the cigarette. He pockets the lighter and then offers his hand to Eisak. "I'm waiting for my wife here, but I don't have any service on my cell phone to call her."
Frost takes a drag off his cigarette and his features relax. "Do you have a cell phone I can borrow, Mr. . .?"
Chris wanted to check this guys phone, and he was preparing himself to remember names and numbers. He was still a little tipsy because of the brandy he drank last night, and it hindered his mind. The tobacco eased his nerves and gave him confidence though.
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