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Post by matt on May 22, 2005 19:01:26 GMT -5
I flip my cell phone open, and dial the number of Selene. I have only been at this job only for a few weeks.
The phone rings...
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Post by Sade "Selene" Sabastian on May 22, 2005 19:42:34 GMT -5
I'm A Hustla, I'ma I'ma Hustla homie... Sade's phone rings. This must be a newbie because she doesn't have a unique ringer for him. She presses the speakerphone button to answer the phone. This is Selene. Who is this?
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Post by matt on May 22, 2005 19:45:26 GMT -5
"Hi, this is Matt Zwarts. I was told to call you."
I lay down on the bench I am on, and twidle my feet around. I am a bit ADD.
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Post by Sade "Selene" Sabastian on May 22, 2005 19:51:53 GMT -5
Sade frowns and shuffles through her flies. Oh yeah, Matt. A bit ADD, artficial leg, no complaints...
Okay, your next assignment is... in Venesula. This is a shadow job only. One of our clients wants you to track and shadow a woman named Helene DeBoís. Take pictures and return them to HQ. Understood? If any danger should come by, protect her. This is one hefty pay so try not to screw it up.
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Post by matt on May 22, 2005 19:55:25 GMT -5
"Alrighty. Will do."
Shadow? Yah right! Maybe shes a babe... that would be nice. And, I wonder what kind of pictures they mean. Maybe some dirty ones? Heh, no. Wont wanna send those back.
"Is that it?"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 22, 2005 19:56:01 GMT -5
Heikki decided to travel to Russia. Of course, he didn't have the money for the ticket, so he had no choice but to steal a man's wallet. He is not very good at thievery, but has mild success at it from time to time. With the stolen money he books a flight to Moscow and soon is on his way to a new adventure.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 19:57:55 GMT -5
Bassarov hears a knock at the door, so, he goes to see who it is. He checks the peep hole and sees that it is Selja. Hopefully she doesn't suspect anything. He opens the door. "Good morning Selja. Good to see you."
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Post by Sade "Selene" Sabastian on May 22, 2005 19:59:42 GMT -5
Sade sighs and thinks. I don't think the client wants to see this woman in a strange sexual position so lets keep it clean. But if you must take some,keep them quiet. Go to Union Station and look in locker 288. Your money, camera and tickets should be there.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:01:25 GMT -5
After Bassarov let's Selja into the room, the phone rings. He puts it on speaker phone function so he can have more than one conversation at once.
"Hello?"
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 22, 2005 20:01:45 GMT -5
"Good morning Vossya. I was kinda surprised you weren't in your room. Did you sleep well?" I ask. I notice the state of disarray of the room, and see Sakari in just his underwear and my stomach begins to sink...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:03:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, I slept real well. I was just too tired to go to my room, so I just didn't go back there last night..." Bassarov says, regreting putting the phone on speaker.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on May 22, 2005 20:04:43 GMT -5
Helene, not wanting to bother Bassarov and his girlfriend, tapes a note to Bassarov's door, knocks and walks away.
You and your friend's intrest me. I am staying for a while and I would like to hangout and discuss more again. Here's my cellphone. Call when you have some free time.
Helene
Helene heads out to the shopping part of town. She needed new clothes anyways.
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Post by matt on May 22, 2005 20:05:28 GMT -5
"Alright. I will report back later then."
I get up, closing the phone. I walk to the station, and retreive the contents from the locker. The camera is nice; it will be fun. I take a taxi to the airport and get on my plane.
-------hours later------
I arive, and start looking around the city for this girl. Maybe I should look her up?
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:09:00 GMT -5
"Bassarov? It lysander... YOu there?"
I hear comottion, lots of it.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 22, 2005 20:09:31 GMT -5
Its starting to become obvious to me what happened here, as whenever Bassarov and I slept together I wound up cleaning up the mess. I want to say something, but the words just don't come out, and a tear falls from my eye.
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