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Post by Icara Hytate on Aug 13, 2011 1:33:00 GMT -5
Icara was slipping away into sleep when the two came out of th building. He then jumped up, saw them stop a cab, and started up the engien. Seeing as they came out from the front, they must not know they are being followed. Pretty dumb for a spook. Icara thought, putting the car into drive.
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Post by Sparrow on Aug 14, 2011 0:45:17 GMT -5
They reach the aviary.
Sparrow hops out with Malvion on her shoulder.
"Okay, here is the last stop before we continue on to the location." she says calmly, hiding her nervousness to the best of her ability.
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Post by Sweetheart on Aug 18, 2011 13:36:38 GMT -5
Ivan simply dismounted from the car and yawned. He pulled out a cigarette pack and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit it, and exhaled a large puff of smoke. "Sure, I'll just do this elsewhere, I don't think that smoke is good for a bird's health.... or anyone's for that matter." Ivan said, walking over to a dumpster a bit near the aviary.
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Post by Icara Hytate on Aug 18, 2011 14:56:39 GMT -5
Icara pulled up in his Merc from on the side of the buildings, out of view of the two. He started walking past the buildings and saw Ivan smoking a cigarette by the dumpster. He casually walked up to Ivan, with a little wave. "Got a light?" Icara asked.
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Post by Sweetheart on Aug 18, 2011 21:19:00 GMT -5
Ivan dug into his pocket and produced a Zippo lighter, one with a hammer and sickle on it. "Sure."
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Post by Sparrow on Aug 19, 2011 13:57:54 GMT -5
Meanwhile Sparrow walks through the exhibits, looking for the planed hiding place. Several times along the way she had to tell both visitors and employees that Malvion was not an exhibit, and she had brought him. One employee had even tried to net him before she interfered. Malvion cawed, having found the hiding place first. The Cocobarra exhibit. She hide the evidence under a loose tile she had noticed last time she'd been there, it stayed snug unless slid, and had a small indent just large enough to house camera negatives in a Ziploc bag. Malvion caused a distraction by hanging on and pecking the camera pointed in the direction of the Cocobarras.
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Post by Icara Hytate on Aug 26, 2011 1:01:32 GMT -5
Icara lit the cigarette and then put the pack of them back into his coat pocket.
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Post by Sweetheart on Aug 26, 2011 1:08:48 GMT -5
Ivan wasn't really paying attention, but a quick flash of white from the stranger's coat, a quick half-second glint of a ID, was all he needed. "So, you are the one, I must say, you look pretty rookie-ish, well act that way. What a naive mistake, thinking you could walk up to your target." Ivan put his finger up and waved it in a metronome pattern, "Tsk tsk tsk, The CIA is scrounging for recruits now, aren't they?" Ivan said before he quickly grabbed the man's arm, flipped him with his back facing Ivan, and took the shadow's own cuffs, using them to cuff his hands to a dumpster.
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Post by Icara Hytate on Aug 29, 2011 9:01:56 GMT -5
Icara was stunned after a breif moment of discomfort, he was suddenly hand-cuffed to the dumpster. He jiggled the cuffs in an effort to get free, he then stopped and smiled. "You knew I was shadowing you, didn't you? Well, you know I am with the CIA, so I do know your family, Marshall."
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Post by Jay on Aug 29, 2011 21:13:22 GMT -5
Angel sat back in her appartment, sighing and taking a chug from her bottle of whiskey. Her eyes darted over the place, and she sharpened her machete. It was one of her favorites. She loved the thing. And, she had named it Vorpal, from some roleplay long ago. The thought of her teen years made her chuckle. She had sure been a freak. Trying to rape that one guy's cousin... sharing the fact she had no boobs repeatedly, and going off about the perviest of things, yet claiming herself to be an "Angel". Look at how she had grown. Now some phsico chick clinging to a machete and boozing in her appartment. Angel sighed, falling asleep, cuddling the blade, and not caring if she got cut.
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Post by Sweetheart on Aug 30, 2011 1:10:37 GMT -5
Ivan froze at the use of his American last name. Suddenly, the cold and foucsed killer turned red with anger and rage. "Like hell that's got any athorithy over me! My Sisters are in Canada, France. And my mom..." He stopped, holding back a few tears, "Shes dead. So don't go thinking you can use that overme!" Ivan yelled at the man, he then lended to Icara's face, "In the name of God, your powerless over me." Ivan stood up and started to Sparrow.
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Post by Icara Hytate on Aug 30, 2011 1:17:33 GMT -5
Icarza whisled, "Hey smart man, you're forgetting one." I need to destract him for as long as possible, so I can get out of these cuffs. thought Icara. "O I wonder where she could be. The Hauge? Berlin? Dublin?" He smiled before saying the last city, "Seatle?"
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Post by Sparrow on Sept 1, 2011 19:42:08 GMT -5
Sparrow hid the evidence and exited the area to find Romanov. Spotting him she almost calls over, then notices his annoyance.
Odd... she thought.
Then she noticed the cuffed man.
Odder... she added mentally.
Malvion glides above silently, watching the land below.
Sparrow stays where Romanov can easily see her, but keeps silent, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened.
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Post by Sweetheart on Sept 6, 2011 2:53:08 GMT -5
Ivan's face suddenly froze. He turned to look at Icara. He just looked at him for a few moments before looking away and noticing Sparrow. His face just stayed the same, a straight face with shocked eyes. He quickly straightend his face and ask, "Are we done here?"
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Post by Sparrow on Sept 7, 2011 0:01:41 GMT -5
Sparrow noticed his expression, but also saw he was trying to hide it.
"Yes. Everything is done."
She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she didn't think it best to ask.
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