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Post by capulet on Mar 18, 2005 18:26:24 GMT -5
The days go by slowly as I watch the workers toil to finish my magnificent building on time. What a sad little life for them. Oh well.
We have a few minor problems at the site with human rights workers and that lot, but the police are called at once and they are dealt with accordingly.
Later in the day I'm told a few of the men are trying to organize a strike, and decide it's about time to address the troops once more. I stand on my higher ground and look down at them as they stand waiting.
"I realize you all want to go home to your families and rest.... Well you should know that I don't care, not one little bit.Also be aware that each and every one of you is easily replaced, any dolt on the street can hit a piece of wood with a hammer you see so it's really no trouble at all. By giving you employment I am not only doing you a favor, I am your saint..."
I smile looking from one man to another.
"So to you gentleman who are getting the nasty little idea of going on strike, just remember; I will get rid of each and every one of you. There are a million men who would kill to work for me. But just as lesson, so you kids don't get protest-happy again... You will all be receiving a 30% pay cut. Have a marvelous work day."
I motion to the translator to relay my message to the workers and retire to my now-completed office to watch the news.
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Xiao Zing Li
Party Sympathizer
(Co-)Owner of Nong-guri Li Entertainment Corporation
That's my final offer...
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Post by Xiao Zing Li on Mar 18, 2005 18:56:01 GMT -5
Tokyo, Japan Oji Soy restaurant
In the back of his Mitsuoka Galue-II, Li checked his watch to make sure he wasn't late. 5:00. Plenty of time.
The driver and Susu sat in the front seats. "You made the reservation?" "I did, sir." Li nodded to himself before they pulled up to the restaurant...
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 18, 2005 18:58:06 GMT -5
I wake up later in the day, or at least what I think is later in the day. It is hard to tell what time it is when you are locked in a dark closet like room.
The terrorists give me food, but it is gross and not what I am used to eating. It is probably goat meat or something like that.
I eat my goat or whatever meat and curse the Chechens.
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Post by alex on Mar 18, 2005 19:01:06 GMT -5
Alexander had switched from the limo into one of his personal chaufferd Bentley Arnages. They pulled up behind Li's Mitsuoka Galue-II. He stepped out at the same instant Li did. Then procceded over to him.You must be Li, I presume?He asked as he shook the man's hand.
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Post by dariya on Mar 18, 2005 19:15:04 GMT -5
So, I fly back to Moscow. I leave Cynthia, Peter, and Mories and just go. Maybe Cynthia will visit me sometime. That would be nice. I get so lonely. The flght is long and boring. I am seating by a fat cowboy with rings on every finger. He has a hug tacky belt and black cowboy hat. His name is Jed and he sings in a Country Western Band called "The Lonely Tumbleweeds"
For 8 hours I get to hear Jed tell me all about "The Lonely Tumbleweeds." Needless to say, the flight is long. At some point, I pretend to be asleep.
I have a layover in Amsterdam then its on to Moscow. This time I am seated alone. A lot of people canceled out because of the attack yesterday. Chickens.
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Xiao Zing Li
Party Sympathizer
(Co-)Owner of Nong-guri Li Entertainment Corporation
That's my final offer...
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Post by Xiao Zing Li on Mar 18, 2005 19:46:54 GMT -5
Xiao stepped out of the backseat of the car saying one last thing to the driver in Japanese, "You can leave, just be around. I'll beep you." Li closed the door and came before the much older guy. Still, Larson had a good grip. Li said in a very well taught English accent, not British, "Call me Xiao, and I'll call you Alex. If that's alright? I'm not a very formal guy at all." He told Larson with a grin.
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Post by dead character on Mar 18, 2005 19:57:14 GMT -5
Malik wakes up early, which is strange since he celebrated so late into the night. He only got four hours of sleep. Something is weighing on his mind. He gets up and decides to take a walk alone. Maybe it is the thought of 180 people dead. 180 people will not return to their families and friends. He knows that there is a cost to changing things, but even so, it is sometimes hard to justify. Walking along a dusty path in the early morning he finds peace. Things have to change. He hungers for change. He has been hungry all his life. He will not voice his concerns to the others. They must feel it too. It is an unspoken thing that must be done. A means to an end.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 18, 2005 20:05:27 GMT -5
I truly hate run-around answers from low-ranking officers, but it seems that a two or three word answer, preceeded and followed by a 'sir' is too menial in this world... "We will likely be heading to Chechnya soon to deal with terrorists." I check my watch. "I'm sure the Israeli operative has arrived by now... Follow me." I begin walking to where Ariel Zinner is.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 18, 2005 20:05:38 GMT -5
Aslan sees that Septimus is still resting. He brings him some food and water, then goes to the other room to watch the old television. The other rebels are watching Aleksandra, so at the moment he has some free time. He turns on the television. It takes a few minutes to warm up to its green colored, flickering image. He eats some breakfast as he watches the news from Moscow to see what they are saying about the hostage taking.
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Post by alex on Mar 18, 2005 20:12:43 GMT -5
Alex released his grip and shrugged.I only am when I have to be. Lets procced inside.They both walked inside.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 18, 2005 20:14:25 GMT -5
The plane lands in Dublin and Bassarov and Sakari take the shuttle from the airport to their hostel. They are staying in a hostel since it is cheaper and the party can not afford to put them up in a hotel. Both are beyond tired.
"Well here we are. I think we should get some rest. Maybe we should have flown into Belfast, but since the party bought our tickets I won't complain. I think we should both get some rest and we can get to work tomorrow." Bassarov says to Sakari as they go to their room.
He makes some calls back to Russia, but no one knows what became of the party leaders. Bassarov despairs, but figures he will find out soon enough what happened to them.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 18, 2005 20:20:12 GMT -5
I finally finish my tests, and find out that I passed above the norm. While my certificates are being printed off I quickly try to find Bassarov or Cambridge to tell them the good news.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 18, 2005 20:20:32 GMT -5
Peter slowly flexes his hand, the one on the fractured arm. It felt... strange. "So... what'd you do to my arm?"
"Radiation, protein theopy, and pain killers. It'll work like normal. Even better even since the protein stims will keep you in top condition for the next twenty-four hours."
"I feel like I'm playing a video game or something..."
"That's the detatchment setting in. Side effect."
"Um... I ment the situtation. Detatchment?"
"You'll be aware of yourself and your body but you'll have that the feeling your outside of it. It's actually a good thing."
"Uh ha... So where are we headed?"
"This is Black Ops, Nielsen. You know I can't tell you."
"Right, right. Just... just brief me then."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 18, 2005 20:20:57 GMT -5
Heikki wakes up and takes a walk along the Moscow River. He is still waiting for Dariya and Evelina to show up in Moscow. If they don't, he can still do things alone, but he would like some help. As he walks, he decides how exactly he can crush the government here. He determines that he will assassinate the president. The president is well liked and has been in power for many years. If he killed the president of Russia that would set the country into turmoil. He heads to an internet cafe and begins to check out the president's schedual online.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 18, 2005 20:27:26 GMT -5
Cambridge rushes around from embassy to police to embassy trying to get things settled with Erich. When sie hears that the German Officials went to Erich, sie finally relaxes. Sie then remembers Selja!
Sie rushes back to the hotel where sie last left her.
"God Selja, I am so sorry! You have no idea how busy I've been. Thank god you're okay." Cambridge doesn't believe in God really, but says these things anyway.
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