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Post by dariya on Mar 19, 2005 20:48:43 GMT -5
When I arrive back in Moscow I go to my family's flat. I see there is a message for me from Heikki. He wants my help with something. Well, I better go find him before he has a hissy fit. I leave the flat and start searching the city for him. It annoys me since I really don't like working with other nihilists. When I want to destroy something, I destroy it. I am above this "teamwork" thing.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 19, 2005 20:51:18 GMT -5
"I am glad. I was praying for your speedy recovery and it looks like my prayers have been answered." Aslan says with a smile. He too ignores the hostages, and sits down for a cup of coffee. The coffee tastes rusty from iron in the water.
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Post by Hearst on Mar 19, 2005 21:01:03 GMT -5
We drive westward, taking turns driving. We will try to abduct Austin MacGregory from his home in Seattle. That will draw attention to our struggle. Along the way we listen to a cassette of Romanian folk songs. I like folk music and refuse to listen to anything else. All other music promotes fascist morality.
The others in the car protest, but I will hear none of it.
It is folk music or nothing.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 19, 2005 21:02:35 GMT -5
"Yep, real nice. I like the supressor the most. Nice and quiet."
"I'm glad your both so happy. Now, I suggest that you both get changed and equiped. We have twenty minutes until the drop point."
"Alright alright. This part sucks man. Those suits have to be skin tight."
"Just go with the tech guy and have then put on."
"Wonderful."
Ten minutes later, the two soldiers are equiped and suited up.
"Well," says Peter, flexing his glooved hand. The material makes no sound as it is stretched, "Ready for this?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 19, 2005 21:05:47 GMT -5
I examine my body, and feel much more mobile and flexible, but somewhat self conscious.
"Ah this um... Doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it?" I say in Russian to myself, forgetting that Peter speaks Russian. I check my equipment, then give them both a thumbs up.
"Alright, ready." I say, not mentioning the fact that I'm terrified of heights, hoping that there's going to be some sort of landing sequence.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 19, 2005 21:20:20 GMT -5
Bassarov spends part of the morning alone with his thoughts. He finally decides it is time to get a move on and that he can't do anything for the leadership right now.
"Wake up Sakari. We have things to do. I called back to Russia and we still don't know a thing. I guess we just have to move on with things. So then, any clue about how we can go about meeting the IRA?"
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 19, 2005 21:21:59 GMT -5
"We better be going or else you'll miss your flight. Do you have everything?" Cambridge asks Selja as sie helps her carry a suitcase.
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 19, 2005 21:22:32 GMT -5
I feel a little bad for making the pizza boy leave us like that, seeing as how it's probably been a long night for him.
"Well hey, I'm full... Thanks Lemm, we should do this again sometime." I say, smiling.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 19, 2005 21:23:04 GMT -5
"Alright then. Put the masks on. Once we've got them on, don't try to talk with your mouth, the mask is too tight. There are mikes in the throat of the mask that pick up the vibrations of the voice. If you speak as silently as possible in your throat without moving your mouth then we can hear each other over the speaks in the ears. The masks are sound proof so we won't tip off the terrorists. It's pretty cool once your used to it."
Peter rechecks his equipment and puts on his mask, then gives Mischa the thumbs up and walks to the hatch.
The technition turns to Mischa, "We're almost there. When your ready join Nielsen over there."
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 19, 2005 21:23:44 GMT -5
"Yeah, that would be super, Stefanii! Hey, can I get your number?"
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 19, 2005 21:28:26 GMT -5
"Yeah I got everything, thanks again for helping me pack. You're a good friend, and I'm gonna miss you even though we will be in contact."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 19, 2005 21:29:25 GMT -5
Sakari sits up in his bed, and rubs his eyes.
"Oh, hey Valodya..." I say, continuing to rub my eyes.
"Yeah, let's do that. The weather is great here, let's go out for a walk, we can discuss that along the way." Sakari climbs out of bed.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 19, 2005 21:30:24 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'll...miss you too." Cambridge says looking down at hir feet. "But hey, I'll come and visit you as soon as I can."
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 19, 2005 21:32:43 GMT -5
I write down my cell number on a napkin, then hand it to Lemmenkainen. I've made sure to use a gender neutral 'hey it's me' on the answering machine.
"There. I'm going to be busy for awhile, but just call me whenever." I say smiling.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 19, 2005 21:33:01 GMT -5
"A walk would be fine. I need to get out anyway. After that long train ride and the flight, some fresh air would be nice." Bassarov says as he puts on a light black jacket. He and Sakari step outside and take a stroll through the city.
"I heard on the news this morning that the U.S might invade Syria within the next 48 hours."
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