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Post by alanis on Mar 16, 2005 14:54:12 GMT -5
" I really don’t think its safe for you do be going to his room. " Machial said softly. " Hey if you need a place to crash why don’t you come to my place then." Machial said slowly so not to get her words mixed up. Then looking at the empty glass in her hand and realizing she had to many drinks. She didn’t know if it was such a good thing letting strangers into her house but then again she could take them. She unconsciously reached toward her gun. "well?"
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Erich Von Hendrich
Provisional Member
German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on Mar 16, 2005 15:34:52 GMT -5
(Crap! I missed the begining with all the mob fighting in the streets. Well I'll just play my guy out as still being chased by the police. This is what I get for going on a band field trip for a whole day!)
Erich was tired. He was exhausted and pissed. Before he had made a riveting speech and was on top of the world. The meeting was over and the long ordeal was almost over. And now he is being chased like a wild rabid dog.
Earlier he had escaped out of the Auditorium with Bassarov and Sakari. But not one to back down from a fight he stand taking on officers. He shot six and downed two of them. Erich was glad to see the instruments of the government die. And if they had a family then they should blame the government for using them to oppress those who peacefully assemble.
He then was singled out and pursued for a while. He had just given them the slip he thought when two police officers came into view. He raised his gun instinctively pointing for the quick kill. The shot flew through skull instantly. Then quickly moved his gun to his the other officer instantly and told him to drop the weapon. He threw down his rifle as Erich picked it up and used it to knock out the soldier. He then ran in the shadows and alleways attempting to keep out of sight.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 16, 2005 16:04:04 GMT -5
Peter's eyes follow Mories's hand when she moves towards her gun but he doesn't say anything. She's a cop, it's what she does... provided she doesn't decide to draw on him. "Kind of you but we really should..." Peter stops and looks at Cynthia. She was pretty drunk... he didn't really want to be stuck in a car with her like that... "You know, maybe we should say the night..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 16, 2005 16:50:38 GMT -5
Bassarov waits around for Erich, but he does not return from the meeting. Bassarov becomes worried and goes to Sakari, who is with Cambridge. "Sorry to interupt, but we have a problem. Erich hasn't returned from the meeting yet. I am afraid he could have been arrested. Our train is leaving in two hours and I don't know how much time we have to find him."
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Post by kai on Mar 16, 2005 16:52:30 GMT -5
Kai looked at the receptionist.
"No...Not that I am aware of."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 16, 2005 16:55:40 GMT -5
"Dariya and Evelina are on their way. I'm ready to do something." Heikki announces. He gets off his bench and delves his hands deep into this pockets. He slouches a little as he stands before them. He looks past them with tired eyes at the other operatives at the base. His expression is half bored and half sad. There is some uncertainty in his voice today.
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Ariel "Sheva" Zinner
Card Carrying Member
Mossad Operative
"By way of deception thou shalt make war"%\2\%
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Post by Ariel "Sheva" Zinner on Mar 16, 2005 17:02:52 GMT -5
"I do not mind Americans so much. They give lots of money to Eretz Yisrael. I mind fucking Russians, who do not take Jews with large guns seriously. You still have one of the highest rates of violence against Jews in the world. I do not know whether your superior... I do not know how to say this term.. I think it is send me to... somewhere... away... yes, away. I do not know if he sent me away because I am woman or because I am Jew. Either way, I am not pleased," Ariel says humorlessly.
"I was assigned to give advice to high ranking officers on strategy. Since I only have you to talk to, I will have to wait and call my superiors. In time between then and now, you pick what we do."
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 16, 2005 17:03:32 GMT -5
Antero returns from work with a box of left over mushroom pizza. This is good since he spent his grocery money on a new video game. He sits down at his table with the cold pizza. He feeds his hungry calico a slice, which it gobbles eagerly. The cat has grown to prefer pizza to cat chow since cat food is 5 Euros a bag and pizza is free for Antero. The cat purrs and rubs against Antero's face.
"Cat, you'll get hair in my pizza. Cat." He says to it. The cat's name is actually "Cat" since he isn't creative with names and he learned the word in English class.
Cat proceeds to drink some of his iced tea. He gets the powdered instant kind for himself since he doesn't like carbonated beveridges. He used to like Mountain Dew but gave it up for tea.
"Cat, don't drink that. It'll make you sick. Cats shouldn't have caffeine, Cat..." He finally pushes Cat off the table so he can eat and drink in peace.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 16, 2005 17:14:17 GMT -5
I subconsciously let out a long sigh. Why am I always the one who deals with the bitchy ones?
"Yeah well, you know... I assure you those actions are reflective only of our past leaders, who were mostly butchers. I don't care much for our current leader either, but I'm just a soldier." I reply, half apologetic. I'm tempted to say 'which you are as well', but decide not to get any further on her bad side than I already am.
"So, you want me to decide something to do..? Um..." I scratch my head. I'm never good at these sorts of things. "You mean you want me to talk to my superiors and see if they can fit a word in with you?"
God I hope she says 'no', beauracracy runs deep within the military, and getting through to a beauracrat is like trying to reason with a lamp.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 16, 2005 17:19:48 GMT -5
The train travels slowly, lumbering across old tracks, making many stops along the way. It is hot and dusty, lacking air conditioning and crowded far past a maximum occupancy. Aslan remains in the back, keeping to himself, and keeping a close eye on the others. Travel is dangerous, but necessary if he is to meet the others can go forth with the plans. Travel by car would be a safer option, but he doesn't own one, nor do most of the people he knows. He makes the long journey towards Moscow, where they will take hostage two wealthy Russians, to once again bring attention to their demands and protest the expansion of an oil pipeline. He closes his eyes and leans his head on a folded up jacket pressed against the window. No one pays him much attention back there. He is an invisible part of the mass of travelers.
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Ariel "Sheva" Zinner
Card Carrying Member
Mossad Operative
"By way of deception thou shalt make war"%\2\%
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Post by Ariel "Sheva" Zinner on Mar 16, 2005 17:21:39 GMT -5
Ariel crosses her arms.
"I do not think they would talk to a low ranking solier," she says bluntly.
"There is nothing that bothers me more than a man who does not have faith and loyalty in his country," Ariel says, even though if he had answered differently she would have also had a negative reaction. She doesn't like the Russians at all.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 16, 2005 17:30:29 GMT -5
"With all due respect, your nation is a wide eyed puppy compared to Russia, which is more like an angry, bitter old snapping turtle. Call me a traitor, but I don't much care for conquerers and butchers." I say, a little louder than I probably should have. I look around the room, and the other soldiers are looking at me as though I had insulted their mother.
I lower my head until my forehead is pressed against the table, then raise it again.
"So, how did you get involved with the Mossad?" I ask in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
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Ariel "Sheva" Zinner
Card Carrying Member
Mossad Operative
"By way of deception thou shalt make war"%\2\%
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Post by Ariel "Sheva" Zinner on Mar 16, 2005 17:32:31 GMT -5
"That information, and all other information regarding my life is classified, especially to a low ranking officer," Ariel says, glaring.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 16, 2005 17:42:29 GMT -5
Up until this point I had held no opinion about the Israel/Palestine conflict, but now I feel ready to join the protestors and begin chanting 'into the sea!'. I look at her blankly and nod a few times in a 'how foolish of me' sort of way.
"Fair enough... How about I tell you about who you're going to be working with? Sure, why not. You see everyone else in this room?" I say, looking around the room at the other soldiers doing their own things, carrying upon idly and not paying any attention to our conversation. "Yeah, they're going to be under you, and they're all the same rank as me. Everyone in here is currently armed, including myself," I say, patting my holstered handgun "and you don't need to know trigonometry to know that there are a lot more of us than there are of you. I'm sure you've heard the stories of political commisars under the Soviet Union ordering the soldiers to fire on deserters, but what history doesn't tell you is about when deserters fire on their CO's. We're poor, hungry, desperate, alcoholics just trying to survive in this world, and I doubt anyone in here gives two shits about Russia under Stalin or under the Czar, they're here for the same reason I am. To maintain this shirt on my back."
I lean back in my chair, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I put up with Tanya for a year, but I'm not putting up with this.
"I'm sure the others are going to be equally pleased to work with you as I am. Would you like me to introduce you to them?" I ask, my tone changes back to being civil, and passive.
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Post by espiranza on Mar 16, 2005 17:43:45 GMT -5
"Espiranza, Jesus caught a quetzal! It was injurred by the river. It has a broken wing. Come see, come see!"
My younger sister runs to me, joyous over finding a quetzal, a rare bird around here. She must be mistaken, since it is near extinction.
"It is another bird, Flor. There are none left. Don't tell silly stories."
She takes my hand and leads me to the river, where Jesus has in his arms a bandaged bird. It is a green bird with a long pheasant like tail. As I come closer I see that it is not like other birds we have seen.
"We will take it to grandfather. He will know. I have not seen one. I think it is another bird. There are no more quetzal here. They are all extinct. If it is, it is good as dead. They can not live in captivity. That is why our ancestors called them the bird of freedom." I explain to my sibblings.
We carefully take the emerald bird back to the village, and it causes a stir. The quetzal is near extinction, but it was a bird symbolic to our ancestors for Freedom and Wealth. Freedom because it can not live in captivity and wealth because the feathers were valued by Mayan traders.
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