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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 17:15:15 GMT -5
"No, sorry dude. I was..uh... kickin yah. Sorry."
I look down at the ground. My stomach is better now.
"So, Sakari, the plan is, since you are such a special dude, you get to distract the terrorists while the rest of us look for Mr. Bassarov. You cool with that?"
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 17:18:16 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it, Sakari. Here, have a ginger ale." Cambridge hands him a Canadian Dry and pats him on the head as if he is just a confused boy.
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Post by Richard on Apr 4, 2005 17:19:07 GMT -5
I turn to my new, temporary companion.
"It says here in these papers that you seem to be having problemswith a certain group of Chechnians. Would it be at all possible to quickly get a raid group together?"
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 4, 2005 17:19:42 GMT -5
"Oh, okay." Sakari replies as though it were no big deal. He takes the ginger ale, holding it in both hands as though it were a really hot cup of tea, and sips it in the same careful fashion.
"Yeah, I can do that. I mean Chechens, they're weaklings, right?"
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Post by dead character on Apr 4, 2005 17:20:20 GMT -5
Malik and the others cross over the Syrian border at night. They travel unnoticed to Damascus where they meet their comrades. Their comrades accept them into their home and the begin plans at once to carry out attacks against the invading Americans.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 17:21:46 GMT -5
"Yah, sure. Assuredly, they will be no match for you my freind. No match..."
Because of course, he will absolutly confuse them to death. Plus, he won't be as afraid if he doesn't know the danger.
"You could probably convince them to play poker, too!"
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 17:22:24 GMT -5
"I don't think weaklings is an apt term for them. I meant they will be armed and violent..." Cambridge says honestly.
"But Lysander is right, you have nothing to worry about."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 4, 2005 17:23:29 GMT -5
"Well hey, I can talk about it with you if you'd like." I reply, sitting up on the bed. "Why are you uncomfortable with it?" I ask, already knowing the answer to, more or less.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 4, 2005 17:26:23 GMT -5
"Oh, armed..." Sakari says, his heart now skips a beat. "But hey, someone who's armed is just a weakling on the inside..." He says, more to assure himself than the others.
"I may not even need you cats, I could probably just win him back at poker. I mean, they would have to submit to the contract that was laid out, wouldn't they? Oh wait, they're criminals..." I clear my throat, then down the rest of the ginger ale.
"Hey steward, um, flight attendant, could you hook me up with another ginger ale?" Sakari asks the flight attendant. He nods, and hands him a half sized can.
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 4, 2005 17:27:59 GMT -5
"I have no moral qualms against it. I am not a Christian and any sense of morality is my own. I just have never done anything like that. I am 28 years old. I have gone a long time without that...and why change what works. I am open to new things...but, well, I don't know..."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 17:29:51 GMT -5
"I can imagine that our unsettled stomachs might be due to not only the stress, but the amount of twinkies we have consumed in the last 24 hours, Sakari. I see now our mistake."
I take another swig, and unfold the complementary barf bag, just in case.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 17:32:21 GMT -5
"Sakari, you don't have to do this if you think it might be too dangerous. I could do this too."
"I would just tell them I am a reporter and I want to tell the world about their problems and perspective."
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Post by Tristan Thistle on Apr 4, 2005 17:34:10 GMT -5
"...and the latest update on the situation in Syria. Both the Americans and British are at a stand still in the country, and they do not anticipate to finish the invasion by the end of the week, as was promised by the armed forces."
"It's just irritating. We take a city, then overnight, they surround us and push us out. We've been lucky so far as casualties are concerned, but this is taking a lot longer than we thought. There is a lot more support for Syria than we anticipated."
Civil unrest around the world is heating up in opposition to the American and British anti-terrorism policies, protests have been sparked up all over the globe, within America and all over the European Union. And even reported in places like Spain, Iran, Jordan, Lebanon, Turkey, and even within Damascus itself. The royal family of Saudi Arabia is now on the hot seat, civil unrest is now turning violent, threatening the power of the status quo..."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 4, 2005 17:36:46 GMT -5
Sakari sips his ginger ale.
"No no, I can take them... The same blood courses through our veins, the Chechens and mine, and all I need to do is convince them of that. How hard can that be?" Lysander's comment about the twinkie reminds me that I still haven't opened mine.
"Oh hey, good idea Lysander." Sakari says, unwrapping his twinkie obliviously.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 17:41:34 GMT -5
The plane lands in Moscow after a few hours. Everyone collects their bags and catches a van to the train station. The train station is dark dirty and a little intimidating. In the corners, Russian men dressed like modern gangsters make secret deals.
"Hey Sakari, I think you might know some of those guys." Cambridge jokes, then nudges him in the chest with hir elbow.
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