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Post by Tona on Jul 23, 2008 1:43:25 GMT -5
Some where near Boston a man is sitting in the basement of some unidentified building. The weather outside is cold and foggy, but inside is no better. The air here was stale, musky and mostly bitter cold. The only light inside the room is that of a lamp hanging above a small round table in the center of the room. The man sit patiently with one arm resting atop the table. His body is turned with his attention, to face the door that sits atop a flight of stairs that lead down into the basement meeting place.
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 23, 2008 2:35:18 GMT -5
Another man entered the small building, he was soaked by the mist, and was carrying a small greasy brown paper bag, and a black briefcase. He walked slowly down the flight of stairs, taking his time not to slip, that would ruin his night. He entered the room, placed the bag on the table, and the briefcase next to his chair. He slid into the hard wooden seat and said "hello, hungry Meeks?" He pulled forth from the bag two boxes, both of which contained chili cheese fries, two chili cheese burgers, and four chili cheese dogs. He began unwrapping a dog, and spoke nonchalantly "I hit up Wienerschnitzel on the way here, a few months in Alaska makes you beg for good old fatty american food."
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Post by Tona on Jul 23, 2008 2:42:41 GMT -5
Bernard rolled his eyes at the sight of the food. On the outside he showed only a glassy patience, but inside he wanted the information quickly. Meeting in such public places made him nervous, and he'd been waiting for word from his mentor for weeks. His mind was always on the outside though. He smiled brightly and felt his stomach grumble quietly. He though 'well I might as well.' "Yeah ya know, I haven't eaten in a while." He quickly helped himself to one of the chili-cheese fries, and as he started picking at that with one hand, he procured a dog with the other. For a few minutes he allowed himself to focus on his food. Eating, and finding the right condiments. It wasn't until there was a break in the meal when he sought out a napkin from inside the bag. They were buried in there, and a little greasy, but they did the job. Once his face was clear of chili and mustard and his hands felt relatively clean he said, "So what's up?"
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 23, 2008 3:10:35 GMT -5
He put down the half eaten burger among the half eaten fries and half eaten chili dog. "A new objective, some tech the the gov't doesn't really need, we might as well just take it off their hands for them yeah? Besides that, we need a chance to make ourselves a little publicity, ever since the incident in Alberta they thought they were rid of us, which has helped, as you well know, to secure our place underground once more. But now that we are once again firmly rooted into the bedrock of americas infrastructure, we can attempt to change things, shock the system and initiate some change." He wiped his hands clean on his pants and cleared the table of the food in one sweep of his muscular arm. "should have gotten some drinks, damn, oh well, down to business right?" He pulled the briefcase up onto the table and opened it, spun it around so it faced Bernard and started picking his teeth with his huge hunting knife. "should all be there, the plan, the number of people we need, and all the stats on the system of both the bank and the mech. Look through it real quick, and let me know if you have any questions."
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Post by Tona on Jul 23, 2008 3:32:23 GMT -5
Bernie had been snacking on the fries while his leader spoke. He anticipated the man's method of clearing the table and moved first to grab the nearest thing. His last chili dog was the soul survivor, and though he thought the meal was a waste of time initially, he now looked longingly back at the new pile of food. The snapping of the brief cased snapped him back into attention though. Quickly, he read through basics, stuffing his face as he went. Every one and a while he made little comments like "K, I can get that many." and, "Oh, I like that twist." but he never tore his attention from the briefcase or the hot dog; not even to look up. When he was done he sat back and nodded. He didn't speak though until the dog was clearly finished. Then he cleared his throat and nodded again. "yeah I agree... you should have got drinks." He paused a second to lick his lips and wipe his hands with a new napkin. "Oh, and the plan is pretty good too. I can get it all set up. We'll need you to plant the weapons though..." he titled his head up and gazed into the contrasting lines of light cast by the lamp, and the darkness beyond. "Yeah, I think that's everything." He said, looking back down again. "Oh and how'd you get the info about that tech. You're right, it looks awesome, but that things must've been heck of under wraps..."
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 23, 2008 3:41:21 GMT -5
"you'd be surprised how talkative people can be when they think they're gonna be famous, little things like classified status don't matter as much to scientists who want bragging rights"
He sheathed his knife and stood up. His white shirt starting to dry, and his camo pants now slightly greasy.
"Funniest thing is I didn't even have to threaten him. Well i'll get the weapons planted, you get the men gathered. An special requests as far as weapons go? Or just the usual?"
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Post by Tona on Jul 23, 2008 4:03:07 GMT -5
Bernie stood in response to the motion of his friend. He listened to what the man asked as he pulled the old jacket off the back of his chair. "Umm, ya know, throw me sumtin automatic. Usually I'll go for what ever pistol ya got for me, but if I have to be 'loud' and 'disgruntled' then I might as well top it off, ya know?" With that he swung the jacked around his shoulders and the initial nervousness returned to him. "So, uh, you wanna go first, then I'll follow after a little while?"
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 23, 2008 4:17:19 GMT -5
"Sure, besides i'm thirsty. Keep the files, i have my own set. So we meet there tomorrow for a good old fashioned scout party? No matter how many facts and figures we have, you know i always like to see it in person beforehand." He walked up the flight of stairs. As he exited the building he called back, "And get some sleep Bernie, and try not to over think it all." He stepped silently, as always, into the mist, a car was heard rumbling to life, then pulling away.
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Post by Tona on Jul 23, 2008 4:29:30 GMT -5
Bernard said nothing as the man left. He only nodded and hoped he could comply. He was still young, but what ever chance he had at getting out of this left him a long time ago. Some times, like when the two of them would plot like this, he'd think back to see if there could have been some other way. But he knew there wasn't. He was in the thick of it now, so he figured he might as well stay thick about it. As the man opened the door Bernie started buttoning his jacket. The Navy blue thing was in the style of the sea-man, just like his hat. It was a little old fashion, he knew, but it reminded him a little of his father and grandpa; and it looked good on him. He waited a while, looking down somberly at the pile of wasted food. He felt sorry for whom ever would come back down here in a few weeks and find what would be a gross mess. After about seven minutes he snapped shut the brief case and headed up the stairs. At the top he snapped off the light and headed out. The fog was thick, and he'd parked his car a few block away, but he liked the walk. It reminded him of home, and he hoped to go back someday.
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