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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 8, 2005 21:08:25 GMT -5
"Yes, but if we are to do this tomorrow, we should attack the communists first." Frederick replies. "We don't know if they've organized militias or not, it may be dangerous to take them head on."
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 8, 2005 21:10:34 GMT -5
"Then we'll need more men then we have. And we should work in two groups. One should take over while the other keeps the communists out of the way. Otherwise it just won't work."
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Post by Switzer on Apr 8, 2005 21:13:09 GMT -5
"I think that is a smart idea. I will work with the group that attacks the communists." Christian offers. He was once a socialist and has a personal vendetta against them.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 8, 2005 21:17:14 GMT -5
"And I'll work with the group going into Parliment. That's if it's allright with you Fredrick." I ask.
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 8, 2005 21:21:17 GMT -5
"That is fine, I will go to parliment as well." Frederick replies. "Christian, Himmel will go with you."
Rommel smiles, feeling good to have these two assets to their cause.
"I'm sure neither of you will disappoint me."
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 8, 2005 21:22:45 GMT -5
"Of course not... Herr Furher." I say with a hopeful smile.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 8, 2005 21:22:59 GMT -5
Sakari frowns. "Hey that was below the belt... I wanted to see how the revolutionary climate is elsewhere in the world... Really."
I really do feel bad about leaving Bassarov to do it on his own.
"I'll come with you this time, as soon as you get better."
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Post by Switzer on Apr 8, 2005 21:23:26 GMT -5
"Very well Herr Rommel, I will spend the night in Munich then leave for Berlin in the morning with Himmel. I ought to head out. It is getting late, I have had a long day of travel and the events at the banquet. Guten nacht, Herr Rommel." Christian says, then puts on his jacket and leaves. He walks across town to his apartment and goes to bed so he can get a good night sleep in preparation for tomorrow's attack on the communists.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 8, 2005 21:26:25 GMT -5
"Don't sweat it, Sakari. You know I didn't mean anything by it. I understand that you had other things to do. This was my choice and I am sorry if I implied that I blamed you in anyway. It was just an unfortunate experience, but hey, things turned out just fine. We are all alive, the medical bills are paid for, we are very fortunate." Bassarov reples, trying to sound cheerful.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Apr 8, 2005 21:28:14 GMT -5
(sorry I haven't been on. Like I said, grades kinda suck. Anyway, we'll just say I finished my speech on the difference between activists and terrorists and pick up from somewhere else.)
Alejos was sitting in his room, looking over stolen blueprints of arms warehouses in Brazil when he noticed he had a message. Pretty old one too.
He picked up his phone an looked at the message. He thought for a few minutes. 'Columbia... well, wherever a Socialist is in need I suppose I have to try and help.'
Alejos sent Bassarov some updates on the progress of the movement in Latin America, folded the blueprints, and with that, Alejos hopped on a plane to Columbia. Being out of the US was so rewarding!
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Post by Sarah "Fish" Fischer on Apr 8, 2005 21:30:05 GMT -5
"Oh, look dear, isn't this tank top adorable? Tank tops look more attractive on thin, flat chested ladies like yourself anyway. And with your short hair, it will make your neck look longer. It's only seventy dollars! A bargain. And it says "Afitchcrombie" right on the front, so everyone will know what you're wearing!"
Dylan cringes.
"Mom, that was made in a sweat shop by children half the age of little cousin Michael. Ir we bought it, we would be encouraging child slavery. Besides, I don't want to look girly, since I am not a girl!" Dylan gets a little more forceful, but not any louder, towards the end.
"You shouldn't worry about the world so much. You'll get wrinkles, and nobody likes wrinkles. Maybe we should get you some botox. You're never too young. Mrs. Flaherty got botoxed, and she looks marvelous. Of course, she can't make any facial expressions, but that hardly matters..."
"You know botox is made out of botulinum toxin, one of the most deadly poisons in the world," Dylan responds. "Besides, I like my face the way it is."
"Well, isn't someone a Debbie Downer!"
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 8, 2005 21:37:46 GMT -5
((Okay I gotta head out. Have a good evening everybody!))
"You should rest up as well, Eva. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I will call the others and let them know what is going on, I will see you tomorrow." Frederick says, smiling and nodding.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 8, 2005 21:41:37 GMT -5
"Okay then. I'll see you tommorow morning." I head back to my own house, and am inquisitioned by my father who demands where I was. I make up an answer, which satisfies him... However when I go to my room I fish out the two dozen MP5 magazines I hid under the bed and begin loading them with 10mm hollowpoint ammunition...
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Post by Sarah "Fish" Fischer on Apr 8, 2005 21:49:35 GMT -5
Dylan looks at hir watch.
"Hey mom, I have to go. I have a Green Party meeting in an hour. We're electing new party leaders for the area. I've been running, actually, although I think Adam will probably beat me. Not that it matters. The only difference between my campaign and his campaign really is that he is more nature oriented, and I am more people oriented. Both are big issues for both of us. At least this year, no one is running under the pretense of helping the Democrats. The party is finally... marmoset, lederhosen, brigadoon."
Dylan's mother has a look resembling a certain variety of donut.
"Honey, you take your car. I'm going to stay here."
"OK. Bye mom," Dylan says awkwardly. This went better than when sie went to the mall with hir father last year. He had shouted at hir in the middle of the store, that maybe if sie dressed like a girl, sie'd have more friends. Then, he had proceeded to say he would not drive hir home. Of course, he had forgotten that sie now had a licence and was old enough to drive. He often forgot things like that.
Dylan wonders why sie even bothers.
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Ariel "Sheva" Zinner
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Post by Ariel "Sheva" Zinner on Apr 8, 2005 22:29:16 GMT -5
After the prisoners are secured, Ariel gets on an El Al flight to America, as a civilian. She is going to discuss an anti-Nazi task force, among other things, with the Americans. American relations are very important to Israel.
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