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Post by requiem on Mar 10, 2004 19:06:37 GMT -5
"Now let's see what the turncoat keeps in his liquor cabinet," Z said, striding over to the large oak hutch. She pulled a bottle of 1887 Cognac. "Very nice..." she purred.
"You want some?" she asked Sawyer over her shoulder.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 11, 2004 4:01:46 GMT -5
Tom smiled as a response.
"Not the healthiest person are you?"
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Post by Marty on Mar 11, 2004 10:52:15 GMT -5
Allan stumbled as he exited the air plane. He had forgotten how much he hated them.
"Sir? Are you alright?" a concerned voice from his side asked.
Feeling a slight pressure on his elbow, Allan looked down at the person. "Yeah. I'm fine."
He made his way to the street, bypassing the baggage claim, and hailed a taxi. After giving the driver Dorian's adress, he sat back and relaxed.
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Post by requiem on Mar 11, 2004 14:01:09 GMT -5
"I'm Italian. What can I say- I piss lighter fluid. So I guess that's a no on the brandy? More for me," Z said, crossing to the large fireplace and popping the cork. She stared at Sawyer for a moment, sombering slighlty.
"So what did you leave behind in Missouri?"
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 11, 2004 15:56:18 GMT -5
Tom shrugged
"A brother, an aunt, a cousin and...well thats about it."
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Post by requiem on Mar 11, 2004 15:58:48 GMT -5
"Hn," Z said. A horrible silence fell over them.
"So...you ever been shot before?" she smirked.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 11, 2004 16:00:42 GMT -5
TOm laughed at the odd question
"Yeah, in the leg when i was a kid."
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Post by requiem on Mar 11, 2004 16:08:43 GMT -5
"And YOU'RE the secret service agent? I beat you. Three times," Z said, takinga draught of the Cognac.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 11, 2004 16:19:29 GMT -5
"maybe that just means i'm faster."
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Post by requiem on Mar 11, 2004 17:03:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, probably," Z replied. She looked out the window. "They should be here by now..."
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 11, 2004 17:05:16 GMT -5
Tom sighed.
"Maybe they aren't coming, which means i have to hunt them down myself."
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Post by requiem on Mar 11, 2004 17:22:42 GMT -5
"Oh fun, and I get to run about London with you. They aren't paying me enough..." Z joked, picking up her bag and coat. She took at of the Cognac and turned back to Sawyer. "So, are we on our way?"
ooc: cue marty...
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 3:40:12 GMT -5
OOC lol, begin the dramatic music, i feel a mushy reunion coming!
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Post by Marty on Mar 12, 2004 10:27:13 GMT -5
ooc: dun dun DUN!
Allan stepped out of the taxi and into an ankle deep puddle. Cursing, he paid the driver and glanced back at the house before him.
It was cheerier than he remebered, they cloak of mystery was gone. Still he felt the tension in the air and was pulled towards the mansion's front door.
Allan mounted the steps, placed his hand on the doorknob, and turned. He was shocked to find it unlocked.
People are careless these days.
The door opened and the hunter winced as the hinges squealed loudly. He stepped inside the foyer and saw a light at the end of the hallway.
Seems I'm not alone.
ooc: NO! don't go towards the light!
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 13:55:10 GMT -5
Z heard the door open and whipped out her sidearm. "Are you packing, Sawyer?"
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