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Post by BD on Jan 8, 2008 15:31:08 GMT -5
Jordan looked at the gun and then tossed it back,"Thanks but I have my own."
He Brandished two small .9 milimeter pistols that looked like the ballers from hitman,"I'm a hillbilly, guns are in my family."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jan 8, 2008 15:41:46 GMT -5
Sarah had taken the gun and after a brief look of distaste, hid the weapon inside of her bag. She didn't like such weapons in real life, but she certainly knew how to use one. "Don't get cocky, Jordan," she said idly, "Just because you have your own guns or know how to use them doesn't mean they'll be of any help if Skye or someone else comes up behind you before you know it."
Turning to Ven, she looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. Sure, he'll be under the cover of a faked death report, but what if Skye new better? Or someone else? "I don't like the idea of leaving him unarmed," she said to John. "Should we give him a taser or something at least?"
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jan 8, 2008 16:56:12 GMT -5
(OOC: Okay, this is just getting ridiculous. Marine-trained soldiers? No. Starting to get god-moddy, even for the real world. Change it, or delete and let someone else post.)
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Post by Teej on Jan 10, 2008 0:06:46 GMT -5
(<_< >_>
Someone post please. <____________<)
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Post by Ribitta on Jan 10, 2008 0:13:55 GMT -5
(OOC: meh, sorry)
John raised an eyebrow at Sarah's idea for a taser. "Yes... yes, a taser would work. I'll have one shipped to Ven before he leaves the hospital. I'll also have a page button put on it, pressing it will alert all the staff, so don't mess with it." John put the gun Jordan had handed him back into his coat. "Unless anyone has something more to say, I think we're done here. No?"
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Post by Teej on Jan 10, 2008 0:21:36 GMT -5
"I want a copy of the game." Ven planned to end this conversation with one final demand before they went their seperate ways regardng this matter.
"Sometime within the next three days would be preferred. It may be too much to ask, but can you please request to the hospital staff to set up the equipment needed to play in this room?"
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Post by Ribitta on Jan 10, 2008 0:31:14 GMT -5
John paused at this question. Ven was indeed determined to at least do something. The large man sighed, "Very well. It will be shipped within the hour. I'll speak to the hospital as well, get the clearance to set it up in here. I'll be back here at seven p.m. to set it up. Sarah, if you would be so kind to meet me then. If you're still in the area, conversations in person are always better; we can discuss how our tasks went or are going. Jordan, your job is of equal importance if not higher than ours. I shudder to think if some of Kateran's cryptic past should find a way to be exploited by Arumon or his followers."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jan 10, 2008 3:51:46 GMT -5
Sarah nodded. "I'll stick around," she said, then turned to Ven and asked, "I need to know where your parents are at, Ven, if I'm to get a hold of them."
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Post by Teej on Jan 10, 2008 17:33:24 GMT -5
"Right." Ven spun the upper half of his body to face the hospital's stand next to his bed. Picking up a pencil and a small notebook page, he scribbled an address, as well as how to get there from the hospital, onto the paper, then proceeded to rip it out and hand it to Sarah.
"Just...let me know if everything is all right once you can contact them."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jan 10, 2008 18:52:24 GMT -5
"I will, if they don't kill me for being the messenger," Sarah replied, giving the wounded colleague a slight smile as she took the paper. "Well, take care, guys. Don't get shot."
And with that, Sarah slipped out of the room while donning her jacket once more, headed towards the lobby to secure herself a phone; her cell phone had died shortly after arriving in New York.
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Post by Teej on Jan 15, 2008 23:31:27 GMT -5
(<_<
>_>
Topeck over or wut?)
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Post by Ribitta on Jan 15, 2008 23:46:55 GMT -5
OOC: Up to you, we can continue onto the next day if you feel its necessary.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jan 16, 2008 0:00:59 GMT -5
(OOC: I was waiting for Dranzer to post, but eh. Just do a 10-15 minute time-skip to get Jordan out of the way, and we can continue.)
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Post by BD on Jan 16, 2008 14:18:44 GMT -5
OOC: So, since i've decided to stick around, no time skip necessary.
Jordan looked at his cell,"What the hell, it's a text from Gahm, he has a lead...I'm going down to the office to check this out. When it comes through i'll catch up."
Jordan ducked out of the room and headed out to his car, (OOC:an Audi A6 if you're wondering). He pulled a speed racer and shot out of the parking lot.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jan 18, 2008 3:54:24 GMT -5
Sarah thanked the attendant at the desk as she handed the phone to her, then turned her head just in time to see Jordan leave the elevator at a quick pace. Raising an eyebrow as the teenager ran out, she yelled after him, but to no avail. Either he didn't notice her, or ignored her. Either was possible. Sighing, she muttered under her breath and began to dial.
Fifteen minutes and two phone calls later, the woman returned to Ven's room, sighing and running a hand through her drying hair. "Alright, the orders for the taser and the gaming equipment have been placed, and they should be arriving soon," she said, "Why'd Jordan leave like a bat out of Hell?"
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