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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 16:50:05 GMT -5
OOC okay, but i'm working all day saturday and won;t get on sunday cause i'm at my sisters.
Tom began to run down the stairs.
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 16:51:26 GMT -5
ooc: if you're coming to North Georgia come find me, Marty!
"Okay," Z said, ready to leave.
Z followed TOm down the stairs and out the door, not too keen on finding whatever was in the house.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 16:55:02 GMT -5
Tom gave a sigh of relief once he was out of the house. he hated it there.
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Post by Marty on Mar 12, 2004 16:56:58 GMT -5
ooc: lol ^^ we're closer than I though! sunny flordia is only a stones throw away ^^
Allan stopped at the door and looked back over the room. Even in the dim light, his trained eyes should have been able to locate a mouse on the opposite side of the large area. Shaking his head, he hurried down the stairs after his new 'partners'.
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 17:01:15 GMT -5
ooc: a stone's throw and two to three hours Z turned around to face Sawyer. "Where to? I don't want to run around in the rain till dawn!"
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 17:04:40 GMT -5
"Well M is here in london so i'll have to go spy on him. You can go to a hotel or something if you want."
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 17:06:11 GMT -5
"Come and find me," Z said, going the opposite way from Sawyer. She truly hated the rain in London...
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 17:09:10 GMT -5
Tom sighed
"Great, another twleve hours in the rain..."
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 17:12:29 GMT -5
Z approached the nearest hole-in-the-wall inn. Paying the greasy-looking concierge, she strode into her room and went about cleaning her wounds. No vampire she had ever seen had claws like that...
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 17:14:07 GMT -5
Tom made his way to a rather large, rather well guarded masion. He groaned. Why did it always have to be mansions?
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 17:20:44 GMT -5
Tom stood around in the shadows for hours before anything happened. and then he really wished it hadn't...
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 17:21:19 GMT -5
Z unpacked her bag across the bed and decided that she needed more bullets. She wasn't expecting the first hour on the job to involve shootings...
Bored out of her mind she shoved everything aside and collapsed on the bed. Five thousand a month was a good salary. It was all about t he cash.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 17:26:03 GMT -5
Tom watched as Moriarty came out of the house carrying a small black box. Tom bowed his head and began to follow him slowly.
They walked for over half an hour before coming to a stop outside an old closed down bank. Moriarty knocked on the door and whispered soemthing before it opened. Tom moaned and after counting to a hundred began to scan the building for a way in.
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Post by requiem on Mar 12, 2004 17:27:17 GMT -5
ooc: who's controlling Moriarty?
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 12, 2004 18:00:50 GMT -5
there was a pipe. Honestly the things an agent had to put up with. Tom sighed and began to climb hoping that an hour of waiting to see if any guards did rounds here was enough.
The room the pipe led to was empty so Tom carefully slid the window open and silently stepped into it. He took a moment to catch his breath before daring to open the door leading to the corridor.
"Gentlemen, i'm glad you have all come to this agreement." Came moriarty's voice. Tom held his breath as he crossed the corridor and peered into the room. There was so many...most he didn't recognise. But there was Injun Joe, alive and well. Even to look at him caused a tremble of terror to run through Tom.
"Well your man did bring us back, we can give you this much."
"I am sure i can convince you to help me in my cause. it will be worth your while."
"I don;t know about that." Joe muttered. "A world war is a bit much."
"This coming from a guy who turned a grave robbery into murder." Another muttered.
"What will this war accomplish?"
"Chaos gentlemen...and great profit." That got the murderers attention.
"Profit?"
"Of course, i have the technique of bringing people back from the dead after all. Every nation will be trying to pay the most for the secret."
"So why do you need us?"
"To start the war off. Each of you will be dispatched to a different coutntry with a different task to complete. Once all of these are completed war will be inevitable." Tom watched as Moriarty handed them each a list of instructions. "Follow these and everything will go according to plan."
"What we get what from this?"
"You will each recieve 5% of the profit, which will be a small fortune in itself. you will be set for life."
It was obvios of their answers and Tom didn't dare linger further. He had to inform the agency of this so more agents could track these maniacs down...
But they wouldn't send anymore. He knew they wouldn't. he sighed and ran back into the room he'd come in from waiting for the chance to grab one of the lists.
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