Posted 24 May 2010 - 08:46 PM
Here are the stories for you to occupy yourself with. I'll now PM everyone I owe information, then I will post the new day and start the timer - last day, people had to wait several hours before everything took effect.
Please do not bomb me already with day 4 actions, and if you do, expect the stories for them only tomorrow morning.
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The old man leaned back in the thick white leather of the backseat of the Mercedes, and looked sternly at the other two sharing the cabin with him, a bald man and a young woman with features as fine as porcelain. “Listen, you youngsters. You should be grateful that I have accepted responsibility for you and our mission. If I didn’t, the two of you would probably be dead already. Now, here’s what I want you to do. We will soon arrive in Kyoto. When you are there, you go to a simple hotel – and no sharing rooms! – check in, and you wait there for my call. No decadent foreign spy will search in such a place.”
He sniffed, then shouted: “driver! Drop these two at the nearest busstop. They can find their way. Then to my hotel. Call my secretary and servant and tell them that I do not want to be disturbed until after dinner.”
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He drew on his Hoyo de Monterres, the smoke staining yellow brown teeth even worse. Helooked at the white paper in front of him, ready to put thoughts to paper. Tomorrow, they’d go and shoot some material, probably at the Silver Pavillion. He looked up, rather disturbed, as a young man with his sun glasses still on lowered himself into the seat opposite him.
“What is it?”
“This lobby is reserved. By me. For me. Private party. Hot women are incoming. In other words: clear out. You may leave your cigars, though.”
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She approached him when he walked to the garage, black hair in a ponytail, black tracksuit and black sneakers on her feet, her face a perfect white oval. “Planning mayhem?”
“No,” he answered gravelly, unshouldering the big sportsbag he was carrying, taking the massive sledgehammer out of it, “I’m about to prevent a lot of it.”
“Interesting. Why?”
“Because it is why I am here.”
“Fine, be cryptic like that,” she smiled, tapping her lower lip with a slender finger. “Do you have time for a talk once all this sledgehammering is over?” She lifted his jacket, perfect eyebrow arcing when she saw the gun. “Well, you do come prepared.”
“Tomorrow,” he grunted.
“Tomorrow it is then. By the by, I expect to be in Kyoto then. Find me in the Granvia Hotel. You can’t miss it, it is a part of the station.”
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The diner was clean and deserted. She threw a look on the menu on display in the ticket machine, then decided to just have a coffee. Pretty good stuff, for such an unassuming place. She looked at the only other person present, a young girl who looked not a year older than fifteen, and who would use the thirty thousand yen on extravagant clothes, most likely. She felt a pang of pity at the need to dress up in pink and violet and green. The money would buy her a quality bag – not Vuitton, of course, but good leather and design. Each to his own, though, and in the end, the information she was about to receive about the man in the pink shirt more than made up for the fashion disaster soon to hit the streets. Sometimes, the ends really did justify the means.
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“I have been entrusted these resources by the state,” she muttered, looking at her own face in the mirror, the light skin, the large eyes, the small mouth. “In good trust. To use to advance our cause. Can I justify using it for myself, if that helps? In their eyes, probably not. But sometimes, you have to make a brave decision.” She decided the spirit of the law allowed it, and committed herself to a course of action.
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He studied his weapon, touched the grip. He knew every little bit of it, and a piece of him longed for the day he would use it to shed blood. But not tonight. Tonight, he would once more wait for death to arrive on his doorstep, and beat it back if it did, but sit otherwise undisturbed once more, a cup of tea his only indulgence.
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“Ambassador, I have an urgent call. I’m required in Kyoto.” Pause. “I’m sorry sir, but your security clearance is not high enough. Trust me, it is vital.” Pause. “Thank you sir, I will not be away for more than a few days.” She snapped the phone shut, then opened it again and dialled the number of her compatriot. “I’m on my way. I can stay for at least a day, that should be enough to sift through a whole lot of shit, if we combine our skills.”
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The tiny little robot took flight, searching for the GPS signal, and when it had found the car, a black Porsche, it settled down on the bonnet, next to a tied and gagged blonde, her eyes large with fear as she watched a shadowy figure appear, a hammer over his shoulder. He approached, lowered the hammer and put it next to the right front wheel, then loosened the gag. “I’m not the one to be afraid of, little one.” Or rather, he thought, not so little. They’re built big elsewhere. He turned when someone slowly clapped. “And here,” the new arrival said, “I had hoped for an easy one.”
“You’ll have to get through me,” the big man said, face taking on a stony expression, muscles straining his jacket as he lifted the sledgehammer. The other didn’t reply, but crouched and pulled a machine pistol from under his coat, stock still folded. In reply, the other pulled his jacket back, revealing a handgun the size of Monaco. “Seems we both came prepared,” he said, then his eyes widened slightly as he noted the black clad figure leaning against the doorpost, and the brace of throwing stars in its hands. “Oh, go ahead, gentlemen,” it said in a high, girlish voice. “I’m not here to interfere, I have another appointment, elsewhere.” The man with the submachine gun decided the situation was too volatile, and beat a retreat. The ninja followed him. The giant turned to the curly blonde, cut her loose and massaged her wrists. “Yours?” he asked. She nodded. “Care to give me a lifr? I think there is more work waiting for me, and I need to get there, fast.”
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The ninja threw herself from the bridge, landing with a soft thump on the roof of the train. She knew the other would have taken the same course of action, being a secretive creature by nature, and she delighted in this kind of hunt. Ahead of her, the other woman moved, at the leats thirty metres away, nearly invisible in the night but for the smear of dirty blond hair. She flicked her wrist, and two throwing stars spun away from her hand. The throwing device was amazingly accurate: she saw the other stumble with the impact twice, then go over the side. Mission accomplished – no killing, just disabling. The other would be too busy tending her wounds to go for misschief.
She was oblivious to the man with the long raincoat and worn down shoes who had watched her jump, the subsequent action, and now put his pair of night goggles and the attached binoculars down, his own mission also accomplished.
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There are few places a trained acrobat can’t go, and a luggage hold wasn’t one of them. With a lot of wriggling, she located the right trays, and then, a process of slowly scanning each one with an infrared device began. She spotted the two she wanted, and wasn’t displeased by the results.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.
Tellan 
Fener, on 24 May 2010 - 08:33 PM, said:
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