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Post by Storyteller on Jun 21, 2006 21:52:06 GMT
The door shuts.
The word shit goes through your mind a few times, but then you hear the clicking of the chain, and the door opens fully.
"Come in and take a seat. I'm sure we can work something out for you."
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 22, 2006 6:47:31 GMT
"Thanks." He smiles and steps inside, his sunglasses hiding both the odd quality of his eyes and the way they're wavering back and forth as his mind races. People... This would be so much easier if he didn't actually have to deal with people.
He contemplates his next move as he looks around the room, all the while trying not to think that there's no way it could be so easy.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 26, 2006 12:34:33 GMT
The man takes a seat, on the opposite side of the desk to you, and leans forward, fingers steepled. There isn't much light in the room, but you're pretty sure that it should be enough for you to see his face, yet it still eludes your sight, lruking just in the shadows, a vague impression.
"Now, which shipment is it that you're need to know about?"
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 27, 2006 21:05:15 GMT
Luke settles into the seat, his long fingers curling around the arms of the chair. It crosses his mind that before he would have been sweating, his heart racings... But then again back then he never did stuff like this.
The fact he cannot make out the man's face does not help matters any, but he tries to keep up a calm front. To run out now would probably look worse.
"It was from a little while back... From Romania." He says, trying to keep his voice level. And after that he throws in what little more he knows and feels safe to disclose.
This really can't be good...
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 30, 2006 16:44:09 GMT
You still can't see the face, but you're pretty sure the non-existant eyes have just narrowed, and are squinting hard at you.
The voice, however, remains level.
"Mmhmm. I think i know where this is going. I believe i can help you; for the right fee."
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 30, 2006 17:41:59 GMT
"Such as?" he says, still trying to be cool, as if he does this all the time.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 1, 2006 23:21:58 GMT
It's smiling now, it's got to be smiling.
"A nice round thousand dollars for the information straight off. Or, you could run an errand for me."
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Post by Sapphicat on Jul 2, 2006 5:43:51 GMT
He frowns as he tries to figure how he could come up with that kind of money. But still, he has to know...
"What's the errand?"
((So... How easily could he come up with the money, anyway?))
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2006 12:38:59 GMT
(Is that a question at me? If so, i'd have to look at your sheet when i get back home.)
"Well, I have a little deal I need to set up with someone, who I, shall we say, don't entirely trust one hundred percent. So I want someone else to go along to the meeting, to sort things out, and to hopefully ensure there won't be any problems. I'm not the best of negociators myself. Sound dangerous? Don't worry, just because I don't trust them, doesn't mean something's going to happen."
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Post by Sapphicat on Jul 4, 2006 15:19:09 GMT
((It was. I was curious.))
Luke's quiet for a few moments as he considers. "What exactly do I have to sort out?"
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 6, 2006 21:53:47 GMT
"Basic transfer. You take my...items...to the meeting point, meet the contact, confirm identity, make the exchange, and bring me back my new items."
It wouldn't be hugely difficult to scrape together $1000, but you'd have to majorly watch the rest of your spending for a while. You've got some cash stashed, supplemented with what you can skim from accounts, which should cover it.
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Post by Sapphicat on Jul 7, 2006 5:07:25 GMT
The pause between 'items' makes him nervous, but the more he thinks about opting for cash instead, the more certain he is that he might need it more for himself later.
"I can do that... But who do I have to meet and how do I confirm his identity?"
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 2, 2006 10:09:06 GMT
"The meeting is two nights from now. The contact will be clearly identifiable at the meeting point, which shouldn't be too 'populated' anyway."
"Minimal effort for maximum gain, if you ask me. What do you say?"
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Post by Sapphicat on Aug 3, 2006 16:34:29 GMT
"I'll do it... But can you be a little more specific on how identify the, uh, contact?"
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 8, 2006 14:03:05 GMT
"Louis Armstrong Park. A bench by the oak tree near the centre. He should have a silver briefcase. Expensive looking. Introduce yourself as Jack Spawforth, and everything should go swimmingly."
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