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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 20, 2009 12:37:19 GMT -5
Eisak took one of the cigarettes and nodded in thanks before getting out his own lighter and lighting the cigarette. Sucking the smoke in, Eisak inhaled and breathed out, ensuring that he didn't accidently blow the smoke in Chris's face.
Eisak shake's Chris's hand and grins. The man seemed friendly, but Eisak could smell a liar, and this man was lying. However, if Eisak attempted to escape, he knew that a man would be following him. By all means, now was not a good time to run.
"Of course," Eisak said as he pulled out his cell phone and handed it to Chris. The phone had lots of secret numbers in it, all related to drug dealers and weapon smugglers, but they constantly changed their number. Well, the majority of them did. Eisak did think about this before handing it over to the newly met stranger, and remembered it shortly after putting the phone in the man's hand.
Shit, Eisak thought. Although he most likely wouldn't be captured, it was still risky.
To make sure that the silence didn't seem awkward or suspicious, Eisak lied, "Oh yes, and the name's Audric, Audric Obermeit."
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Hillel Alter Noga
Card Carrying Member
Gun smuggler/ Arms dealer
Any War Lord worth two shits keeps me on speed dial.
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Post by Hillel Alter Noga on Apr 20, 2009 22:46:34 GMT -5
Hillel did not have even the foggiest idea where he was, what country he was in, or why he was wherever the hell he was. He looked around and noted the flashing lgihts and scantily clad dancers of varying ethnicities grinding up and down on polls.
He dully looked down at the table in front of him, vaguely recognizing the residue of white powder, the last bits of the cocaine he'd just snorted. He rubbed his eyes a little and shook his head, and only then did he realize he was being given a lap dance. He impatiently paid the dancer and sent her on her way.
"I need to get a fucking GPS or something..." he muttered.
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Post by Chris Frost on Apr 20, 2009 23:22:06 GMT -5
Chris took the phone and pretended to dail some numbers and started a convincing fake conversation. He screened the phone from Eisak's view when he went to look through the numbers. He didn't recognize any, but he tried to keep the names in mind in case they came up later.
"Thank you, very much. So, what are you doing out here?" Chris hand's the phone back.
"The weather isn't very good for cruising."
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 21, 2009 5:36:58 GMT -5
He glanced through my numbers... Eisak thought.
Eisak realized that he would have to lie again if he wanted to make it through South Africa. He look at Chris in the eye to make sure that all signs of lying were gone, and said, "Here on a business trip. You know, work."
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Post by Chris Frost on Apr 21, 2009 9:05:55 GMT -5
Chris had figured he'd spooked the man by now, and wasn't set to try anything. He wasn't going to try to arrest someone who was still useful.
"It's good to have a job that gets me overseas though." Chris put his cigarette to his lips for a moment and exhales a cloud while he speaks, "Say, how old are you?"
Chris wanted to make sure he sounded American, because he's been mistaken for an Englishman while in Africa. The accent he used to sound American wasn't his natural tone, but more country and homey.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 21, 2009 11:36:56 GMT -5
Alright, this guys obviously an undercover something... Eisak thought to himself. He allowed himself a few moments, not enough to actually measure, but a few moments nonetheless.
"You're asking a lot of questions," Eisak said. "Why?"
Eisak knew that Chris would come up with some random lie, but at least he would hopefully get this guy off his back.
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Post by Chris Frost on Apr 21, 2009 12:36:43 GMT -5
Chris casually shrugs and puffs at his cigarette.
"I'm not sure, you look young for an overseas job, and you don't look like a local."
Chris looked like a young professional and dressed accordingly.
"Where are you headed?"
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Tuvya Iyov Noga
Card Carrying Member
Gun smuggler/Arms dealer
Fear can save your life. Panic can kill you.
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Post by Tuvya Iyov Noga on Apr 21, 2009 14:10:55 GMT -5
Tuvya wore a blank expression as he peered across the dark room to Hillel. Hillel just invited Tuvya along to experience the London nightlife, and brought him to this rave.
Hillel just cocktailed ecstasy and cocaine, which was certainly a bad idea. It's almost time to bring him home for the night, before he embarasses himself.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 21, 2009 22:52:11 GMT -5
Definitely undercover, Eisak thought as he took another breathe and breathed out some smoke. He needed to get Chris off his back, no matter what the cost. Chris would probably give Eisak away and worse, even arrest him under whatever charge he desired.
Eisak said, "Daddy Dearest owns the company. He's been training me to do overseas stuff for quite some time now."
Hopefully that would satisfy Chris.
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Post by Chris Frost on Apr 22, 2009 11:43:08 GMT -5
Chris finishes off his cigarette and carelessly tosses the butt.
"Well, thanks for letting me use the phone. Nice meeting you Mr.Obermeit."
Chris felt that he had obviously startled the man, he was the one asking all the questions while he seemed to be uninterested in him. The man might be suspicious of him if he continues to investigate, but if he quits now he hopes that any suspicions he might have will be dismissed as paranoia.
Frost back peddles away from the conversation.
"Maybe our paths will cross again."
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 23, 2009 0:16:05 GMT -5
"Indeed," Eisak replied.
This Chris figure was clearly all over Eisak's tail. He might even, possibly, put a bug on his phone or send someone after him. The point of the matter was that Eisak was obviously being investigated, and that wasn't good.
Eisak offered a hand to shake hands in parting with Chris, "Good luck on our travels, sir."
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Post by Chris Frost on Apr 23, 2009 17:37:54 GMT -5
Chris made sure he was out of his new friends sight before getting in his black sedan and heading to the highway to Upington. Upington airport was the only airport in South Africa with a runway long enough to support large craft that can make non-stop runs to Europe. Criminals and smugglers like to avoid extra stops, and this was another hot spot for Chris to check. When he gets there he stands outside to smoke before he goes in.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on Apr 24, 2009 9:20:37 GMT -5
Eisak continued on his walk down the train station before finding a few cars that obviously belonged to the rich and wealthy. His target was here.
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Myonley Love
Party Sympathizer
Constitutionalist Student
Who, me?
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Post by Myonley Love on Apr 29, 2009 1:38:18 GMT -5
((To Tuvya and Hillel))
Myonley was at war with were concious. The night had started off innocently enough, honestly as just a study at a classmate's house. Then her classmate asked her to go on a quick motorcycle; She'd never been on an Indian Chief motorcycle before, so Myonley couldn't refuse her request for the experience! Then they stopped by one of her friend's apartments. Her friend had other friends at her place and they were all planning to go out. So they decided to go where ever they went. Myonley thought maybe they would go to some jazz club, since they were a classier bunch.
But they didn't bring her to a jazz club nor even an average joe bar. They brought her somehwere where she wouldn't have imagined any of these straight A students would dare lurk. A rave. A freaky, drunken, drugged out rave like nothing Myonley had ever seen. It was dark but at the sametime overwhelmingly flashy with lasers, lights, and blacklights. Strippers dressed in skimpy neon outfits danced on tables, poles, and even Myonley. Her friends purchased alcohol, marijuana, coke, and more unfamiliar intoxicating substances. It was taking every inch of will Myonley had not to knock her senses out with all the drugs and alcohol presented to her. She thought about leaving to get away from the temptation, but she didn't want to return back to her place, nor return to her classmate's place alone. In an effort to ignore her dilemma, she scanned the club for some possible distraction. Her eyes stopped on a rather pokerfaced guy, who she actually found herself looking at several times since she got to the club. He didn't look like he was enjoying the party much either as he watched his friend get as high as heaven and recieve a lapdance.
"You eyeing that party-pooper over there?" one of her classmates slurred, "He's pretty hott. You should.. Talk to him.." Myonley took her classmates approval and decided to give the guy a shot, even though he did look rather serious. At least he didn't look like trouble. She picked up her bottle of booze and went over, plopping herself right down in the chair next to him.
"I see you've been sitting by yourself over here for a while. Why aren't you joining your friend?" Myonley asked Tuvya with a friendly smile.
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Tuvya Iyov Noga
Card Carrying Member
Gun smuggler/Arms dealer
Fear can save your life. Panic can kill you.
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Post by Tuvya Iyov Noga on Apr 29, 2009 10:00:13 GMT -5
Tuvya casually scanned the room, it was smokey and hard to see though. He was surprised when a young woman approached him, he remembers seeing her with the partying crowd at the dance floor. Tuvya hopes she wants to dance, she doesn't look coked out or drunk off her ass.
Tuvya grimaces before he responds, "I don't think I should interrupt him, he'll pass out in half an hour or so anyway, and I better stay sober enough to pack him to a hotel."
He chuckles lightly, settling into the padded seat. "Maybe you could join him though, I'm not drinking until I get home."
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