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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:43 pm
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Did you have something else that you wanted to toast to?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:53 pm
Dinah laughed. "Oh, you didn't offend me, Mr. Queen. How about we toast to a nice death?"
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Barbara Gordon_Batgirl Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:55 pm
"Armed escorts are for those who have no expirence in the world." Talia snapped as she looked out the window. "I prefer doing things on my own. I will compromise with your suggestion though. We both leave in the morning. I will bring the boy back and kill anyone and everyone who gets in my way." She added with a sigh. "Leave me. I wish to spend a few more moments with this sorry excuse of a man.. He will learn never to lower a woman again."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:58 pm
Robert clinked her glass and gave her a smirk. "Are we leaving a good-looking corpse, then?" He took a sip of his wine and looked at her again. "Please, call me Robert."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:03 pm
Dinah chuckled. "Yes, leaving a good-looking corpse indeed. No, the Cabernet is not poisoned however," she said, taking a sip of hers. "Robert it is, then."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:04 pm
Harvard gave a nod and clicked his boots "at once, Miss Al Ghul." Turning on his heels, he ushered the other men out of the room to give Talia privacy with her new play thing. "Your son will be as good as found with you searching for him." Closing the doors to the room, he gave a sigh, 'this dame is cracked.'
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:17 pm
"I never would have assumed such a dastardly thing, Dinah." He drank some more of his wine. "So what do you do in your leisure time?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:26 pm
"Oh, I'll lounge about here with a good book or have lunch with a friend. I've even thought about taking up knitting once or twice."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:30 pm
He smiled. "While knitting is a fine art, why would you want to waste your days knitting when there are so many other things a woman of your talent could be doing?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:33 pm
"A woman of my talent?" Dinah smirked. "And what do you mean by that? Surely not my acting skills. I would rather not bring my work home with me on my days off, Robert."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:37 pm
"Well, surely you have other talents, my dear." He wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against his. He wanted this woman as deeply as he had wanted his wife when they had first met.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:39 pm
"Well, I do sing a bit, but that would be another thing connected with my career choice," she replied, taking another sip of her wine.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:33 am
Fear swept through the man like a virous. He strugled agains the ropes that held him in the chair but it was pointless. "Please... Please let me go." The man's eyes darted wildly in the dark trying to find teh source of this fear but there was nothing. "How much do they know?" Came a voice from the dark. "Please... I.. I don't know... Oh God..." He started to sob. "Fear... Is the enemy of Willpower, did you know that?" The man finally stepped out of the shadows. He hadn't even had to touch his prisoner to make him tremble in fear. Gerard was good at his job and to say he enjoed it was an understatement. "Hope though... You would like hope." Gerard ran a hand over the man's cheek. His expression changed from terror to that of bliss. He looked around as if is allies came to rescue him. He felt confident that he could get out of this alive, that there was a way. He smiled wide. It was so possable. Then the lights came on. All his allies already strung along the walls, dead. A tray of torture tools set right beside him. His hope crashed into his fears. Gerard smiled down at him. "Now then... How much, do they know?"
Stepping out of the interogation room Gerard was met by one of the SS officers he had been working with. "So, do he speak?" The officer asked. "Some. Not enough to move on. The Americans have some sort of weapon in the planning. I can feel it. Somthing big. I want it." Gerard wiped the blood from his hands with a rag and tossed it on the floor. "There is a factory over there working on this weapon. i will find out where and I will go there myself." "Is that wise sir? We need you here." He began, but stopped. Fear gripped him tightly and he crumpled to the floor. Gerard leaned over him and smiled. "I will go where i please. Make no mistake in that. Whatever it takes. I am a great actor. I can fake an American accent very well." He stood up and left the man to urinate on himself with fear. Fear was apowerfull tool.
Damian sat up in bed and looked around. The dog as well at his feet was now alert and staring off in one direction. A low growl rumbled through him. Damian slid his hand under his pillow and saught out a weapon. Most enlisted men had a habbit of sleeping with a weapon of some sort. He was pleased to find a hunting knife under Grayson's pillow. He looked down to see the man on the floor sleeping and Roy accross the tent in his cot. Damian reached down and covered Grayson's mouth and shook him. d**k's eyes shot open and he stared up at the kid. He noticed the hand over his mouth and the expression on the kid's face. somthing was up. He nodded and silently got up to wake Roy. d**k signed to Roy. "I think someone is outside."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:48 am
He looked at her with faux-shock. "Are you trying to tell me that a woman as beautiful as yourself has no other talents that she could use? I find that difficult to believe." He drained the last of his wine.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 1:15 pm
"You're just trying to butter me up, Robert. I can tell," she chuckled. "It's hard to fool an actress." She sipped her wine again. "Tell me some talents you think I might have, and I'll tell you if you're right."
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