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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 9:44 pm
((Thank you.))
A small park in the downtown area. At one end was a large statue of a man on a horse. The horse was obviously cybernetic, but it was a heroic pose nonetheless. The horse had both its front hooves in the air; the rider had died in battle then.
Anatoly's target was a tall building to the left of the statue and behind it. As he watched, a man exited a hovercar with a briefcase, closely followed by two large men in suits.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 9:52 pm
Anatoly placed the Ice Mysticker in his hand again and got ready to activate it. He watched for if they were going to a car; if they were, he would damage the engine with his Mysticker. If not, he would take note of when they had gone somewhere less secluded, if it was possible. He made a mental note of where he'd left the Hovercar.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 9:56 pm
The man glanced around before entering the building. One of the suits entered with him, and the other waited at the door.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:07 pm
Anatoly moved to walk straight through the door. His air of confidence hung around him like a fine mist. He didn't even look at the suit as he moved to step through. He had managed to keep his black slacks and button-down shirt, which he'd buttoned to the top and left untucked, almost totally unwrinkled and creased perfectly where it was meant to be. He looked the part of a businessman almost perfectly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:34 pm
((Whenever you feel like posting, Joe))
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:34 pm
The suit wasn't falling for it.
He put a hand in Anatoly's path, cutting him off. "Sorry," he grunted. "No one gets in."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:37 pm
"Excuse me?" Anatoly demanded sharply. "Do you know who I am?" The suit looked like he was about to reply. "Do you know who I am?" Anatoly repeated. "I know who your boss is. I know he would love to send a few of his products to various Chinese companies, but if you'd like, I could find others willing to export, I'm sure. Now, you insignificant pawn, are you going to stand aside and let me talk to a real man, or do I have to tell your boss who lost him a lucrative deal while I import from any of his many rivals?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:53 pm
The suit faltered, obviously at a loss. "Uhh...that is, I need the proper clearance..." He fumbled with his phone, dropping it.
"Oh! Uhh...just go on in. Sorry to keep you, sir."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:55 pm
"Thank you," Anatoly said, sounding a little exasperated. He strode in, pausing as he opened the door. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:02 pm
"James, sir. James Charleton."
He resumed his post, looking outward.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:05 pm
Anatoly nodded and entered, placing hands behind his back after walking through the door.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:08 pm
The lobby was done up in marble, and despite its size, it was empty. Even the secretary was conspicuously absent.
There were stairs at the far end.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:09 pm
Anatoly immediately checked for weapons behind the secretary's desk. Taking and concealing any he found, he continued up the stairs.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:24 pm
((Whenever you feel like it, Joe.))
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:30 pm
((Something holding you up? You're clearly online...))
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