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 Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 10:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 6:30 pm
Unfortunately for Lawliet, he wasn't as good as the character he was named after. The military had his would-be successors as well as the very person who once triumphed over him in their enlistment. Within moments, the hack signs and codes were cracked and instead of hearing only a static buzz through the phone line, the group in the Chief's office heard an elderly man's voice.
"... location where we can pick you up by vehicle."
"Of course. Though I'd rather stay within the state boundaries if possible."
Trist looked over at Chief Arthur, raising an eyebrow. These guys were good, she said with an ingenious spark in her eye. The protection of the country wasn't a trifling matter, or they wouldn't prepare and defend themselves against goons like Lawliet.
The conversation continued on, fading in and out in places.
"... authorities catching... however not too close..."
"... fly past it and pretend you're landing somewhere else. Then double back and land at this spot..." The man gave a location. "It's around 100 miles from the city..."
The conversation ended shortly after, leading Trist to stand up and prepare for orders. Obviously they were going to be sent to overtake the plane. It would be expedient if they were to bring as many witnesses as possible, even if they weren't policemen.
Paparazzi might be useful for once.
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 9:57 pm
Arthur sighed with relief. "Oh, thank the Lord" he said, "I was worried we lost the signal permanently".
"Sir, Tony is sleeping. I could smell alcohol on him. I think he had a lot to drink and is now sleeping it off" the mob member said when he reported back to Giovanni.
The Don just rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation and sighed. After a moment, he said "well go wake him up. Laura wants to see him and she will whether he is in the mood for it or not. Obviously he won't be driving" he said.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 10:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:22 pm
((Should I skip to landing?))
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:40 pm
((might as well, I don't think there will be much going on in between))
((*timeskips a bit*))
Tony was riding in the back of a mafia van. His head was pounding and he cursed himself for being an idiot.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:47 pm
((Ok...))
Laura just passed the New York state border. She would be there soon. She gave a small sigh of relief, but she didn't let her guard down. For some reason, she started to get a bad feeling about all of this.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 3:26 pm
Trist, Ryan, and Juliana were in one of the many inconspicuous cars heading towards their focus point; Laura's landing zone. Ryan sat up front giving directions to the Chief, who was driving while Juliana and Trist sat in the back, Nemesis sitting in the seat between them with her eyes half closed. She seemed surprisingly accepting of the fact that the moving metal monster of madness wasn't going to eat her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 5:13 pm
I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)  You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.] Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}Needless to say, Juliana was nervous; clenching and releasing her hands repeatedly in her lap. It was easy to label the nervousness as just coming from her first real job on the force, but that wasn't the case at all, and only she knew it.
She didn't want to face Laura. Not yet. Not like this. Not when she had just barely managed to create her cover. It wasn't even concrete yet, and already there was a threat to crush it.
Her hair was dyed, her voice was different, her eyes were a different color, but gah, ******** - her boobs!
She knew she should've strapped them down. Or at least worn a tighter bra. The police uniform helped squish them a little bit - in fact it was more than mildly uncomfortable and just a bit hard to breathe - but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. <******** this s**t. She didn't even have a gun. ******** this ******** s**t.
Juliana ran her fingers through her hair.
Christ I wanna go home.In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:23 pm
Arthur followed the directions and drove in the direction the jet was going to land. A few other undercover cars were with them, mostly FBI.
Tony was still in the back of the mafia car with a massive hangover. The thought of meeting Laura was gripping at him a bit, but he knew it was inevitable. At least Sami wouldn't be there.
...well, that's what he thought. However....
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:06 pm
Laura made the roundabout and headed for the correct zone. She was looking for a place to land when she saw the landing zone surrounded by little dots in different places (aka cars). "That's odd..." She muttered as she flew overhead, slowing to land. "Normally there is no one out here, and I'm sure the Don would only bring one van... Perhaps I should call him before I land..." She muttered. She thought about it for a moment, then shifted the plane's gear and headed back into the sky. She quickly picked up her phone and called the don.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:29 pm
Giovanni picked up the phone. "Hello?" he asked.
Arthur and the others were told to expect people from the mafia and that if they started shooting at them, they had permission to return fire and take the mobsters out.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:34 pm
"Hey, I'm seeing several cars around the area, and not just one or two. Are they yours?" Laura asked quickly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:42 pm
"Hmm...no. We should only have three. Two vans and a Cadillac...for trunk space. Are you sure Lawliet was able to jam any transmission?" Giovanni asked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:00 pm
"Yes, but... I don't know how they could have unscrambled it... apparently they have. What do you suggest?"
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