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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 22, 2012 16:25:56 GMT -5
A few moments later, a man walked in. He looked Middle-eastern, wearing a black suit with a red tie. He was flanked on both sides by the gray cyborgs now known as Automations.
"Ah, Dr. Wasel Abu Yousef, a pleasure to meet you face-to-face."
The two men exchanged handshakes. Yousef nodded, "Yes, I as well. I have been wondering who runs our biggest supply of resources." he said. Romanov grinned. "Well, if we wish to discuss our material plans, how about we go to the board room?" To this Yousef also agreed.
"James, would you like to join us? Or, if you wanted, I could have one of the Automations show you to Project Styx."
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 22, 2012 16:31:29 GMT -5
James kept quiet and still until addressed.
"Uh... I'll go where ever you think is best for me to go." he says cautiously, figuring a safe answer best to give.
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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 22, 2012 16:36:07 GMT -5
"Hmm.. It would probably be best if you came along, don't want you accidently causing an overload now do we?" The last part of Romanov's answer sounded sarcastic. "Anyway, let us go to the War Room."
And with that, the floor ahead of them lowered into a white staircase, leading to a futuristic looking door. Romanov lead James and Yousef into the room. They were greeted instantly by a giant holographic globe. It painted the rest of the grayish black room with a blue tinge. Below the globe was a black round table, with 8 chairs. "Gentalmen, take your seats."
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 22, 2012 16:42:49 GMT -5
James chooses a random seat and sits as told. He glances around the room curiously. All the while wondering if he'd be allowed to leave after seeing what he's seen.
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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 22, 2012 16:50:02 GMT -5
Both Yousef and Romanov take their seats. They sit reasonably close to James, but one seat way. "So, Dr. Yousef, what weapons do you want from my stockpile?"
Yousef furled his brow, "I must ask, why do you not supply us with the advance weapons you already have?" Romanov chuckled silently, "If only it were that simple Yousef. You see, I need money. Not just any money, I need gold. And gold, is a scarcity now days. My computers tracked you have 10 metric tons of gold coming into my faciltiy. Now, 10 tons is enough for about 700 AK-47/74's and 50 RPG-7's. For my advance weaponry, such as my XLPR-5 Railgun, that alone will cost somewhere in the 500 thousands of tons. Do we understand each other?"
Yousef nodded, "Yes." Romanov nodded, "Good. Now, with that taken care of, let's move on to the main topic, Project Styx. If you will all direct your attention to the globe for a moment, I will be right back." Romanov shuffled himself out, being raised up by a panel to the ceiling. Dr. Yousef coughed. "So, you are?" he asked, facing James.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 22, 2012 16:55:30 GMT -5
James looks over to the Dr.
"I'm James, the insurance agent." he says attempting to keep a calm tone.
After a pause he adds,
"May I ask who you are?"
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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 22, 2012 16:57:43 GMT -5
"I am Dr. Wasel Abu Yousef, current leader of the PLF. Now, you said your an insurance agent, why are you here? This seems like the wrong place for you. The Red Bear gets may visitors that are being hunted down by America and it's allies, myself included." replied the Doctor.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 22, 2012 17:06:17 GMT -5
Crud its an antiamerican club
He thinks quickly, distressed by the thought.
"Well that's a kinda odd story. You see, I was just doing my work and got a call, went to the location to find it destroyed. Which is normal for the client at least once a week. However this time I kinda lost it and burned down one of my client's homes. It caused some problems, I ended up in the hospital after a sever allergic reaction. My clients kept appearing and pestering me. I lost it again in the hospital, and set the hospital on fire. Ended up in prison, my clients still came to pester me. Then the floor to my cell dropped out and bam, here I am."
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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 22, 2012 17:10:19 GMT -5
"Well that is.... Interesting to say the least." replied Yousef, his face gone pale.
Suddenly, Romanov's voice echoed. "Gentlemen, I think it is time for the socialization to end." The Globe shuttered and dissipated, leaving the room dark for a moment. Then the building known as TSE appeared in it's place. "You both recognize this building correct?"
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 22, 2012 17:14:23 GMT -5
James nods.
"Yes. I do."
Duh
he thinks silently.
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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 22, 2012 17:19:52 GMT -5
Yousef nodded, "Yes, of course I have seen this, why ask such a stupid question?"
You could almost feel Romanov smiling on the other end of the intercom. "This is why."
Slowly, the building began to split, large metal guarders now visible of the building's skeleton. The building split straight down the middle, and a large hole replace the area where the building was. Then, a large missile slid up from the tube, resting comfortably. "Men, I am in the process of turning TSE into a ICBM launch station. With this missile, we can finally destroy Paris!" Romanov began laughing, softly at first, then began to increase in volume. The intercom echoed his laughter through out the whole War Room.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 22, 2012 17:48:49 GMT -5
Right when the building split and showed the launch bay James literally headdesked to the table. He kept his head down the rest of the explanation. That is until the mention of Paris was brought up. With which James started visibly twitching.
"Oh I've come to that place again..."
He doesn't lift his head.
"You know how I said I lost it at the hospital? Well it's happened again!" he glares up at the diagram.
"You can mess with TSE, I really don't care, heck that thing replacing it would probably make my job easier. But no one. NO ONE! Messes with my home country!"
He adds on after a second,
"Especially some dude who looks like Medic!"
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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 22, 2012 18:20:50 GMT -5
"Aw, did I strike a chord in the Statefarm agent's heart? That's too bad. Oh, and here, hats." A panel in the ceiling opened up and hats that looked straight from Team Fortress 2 fell down.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 22, 2012 18:28:18 GMT -5
"...."
James stares at the random falling hats.
"Are.... Are you serious? Really? Hats?"
James facepalms as a reaction, trying to see the point of this besides a game pun. Unable to find one, and after picking up a hardhat to protect himself from other hardhats, he glares down at the table trying to find where the cables for it are. He also glances around the room for something to use as a weapon if need be.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 24, 2012 20:56:48 GMT -5
-Permission Granted- James continues searching until he finds something better then a cable or weapon. A large red button marked "Self Destruct". He stares at it blankly for a moment before hovering his hand above it, just high enough to avoid setting it off. Then just for taunt he glances up to where he thinks the camera is, then presses the button. One elaborate escape later.  By methods unknown, even to himself, James survives the explosion. -mental reset- In attempt to keep his stress down he returns to the park, only this time he stays in the more ominous unkempt area of the forest. -mental breaking point 0/300- |
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