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Post by citizenmike on Feb 19, 2010 6:19:55 GMT -5
Emma took a long hard drag off her cigarette. "Which means we're practically back in the same place we started.".
Kurt made his way to the front of the house and approached the four. "Analora's gonna undergo surgery tonight, as that's happening, I've got guys coming who're gonna pack up Analora's things and put in into storage. I just got off the phone with some of our guys and we've already started the process of relocating Analora. I'll be honest here, I need you guys. Would you still be interested in helping? The most I can do in return in supply you with identities to keep you all out of the radar, and maybe help you out with meager financial compensation."
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 19, 2010 7:46:48 GMT -5
"You can count on us Kurt." Veruca replied, with a weak smile.
She could feel Tristan's stare from behind her. Veruca figured, she wouldn't want to add on to the drama and tell them that Tristan's bailing out as soon as the problem with Veronica get's resolved.
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Post by Trace on Feb 19, 2010 20:50:26 GMT -5
The whiteness faded and Kyle found himself on solid ground again. His head was throbbing, his stomach churning and his nose bleeding. His vision slowly returned to him and he dived for what he made out to be a sink, emptying the contents of his stomach into it. He washed the blood that was coming out of his nose away, and slowly gained his baring.
"I'm never going to get over this pain." Kyle spoke softly to himself, referring to the pain that using his item caused. He collapsed into a seat, and finally got a chance to gather his thoughts as his vision completely returned, although the extreme migraine remained.
"No way..."
"Kyle, is that you?"
Kyle turned around to see his sister standing in the doorway. The room was indeed hers. Now he knew completely where he had ended up, the first place that had come into his head.
"No fucking way."
He was home.
< *** >
"Yes. Exactly as I said. We've got a trace on Analora and her motley crew, they won't be going anywhere without us knowing about it."
Jonah sat inside of a small room, electrical equipment lined the walls and several men and women were keeping tabs on things. Jonah sat at the head of the room, focused only on the phone call and the man on the other end.
"My man nearby tells me they brought in Jackson, so my little explosion definitely did the job... no, Jacob Toma hasn't checked in with me yet, that lowlife is useless anyway, he won't be of any help."
Jonah paused, taking in what the other voice was saying.
"Johnny? No, old Ven got there before he could make it to Arizona. We believe he is with Analora now... exactly, we can take them all in one fell swoop. No, I'm afraid the Electus boy escaped, vanished into the light."
Inside a large dining room stood a man in his sixties. The other voice belonged to him and while he appeared to be an old man he was in fact one of the most fearsome members of the Company.
"Then he is in possession of his father's item." The man spoke calmly and with a clear interest. "Just find him Jonah, his blood is important to what we have planned, we can't let him get away, now with everything he knows. He's one of the most important pieces of this plan."
The man paused, a small smile creeping across his face.
"Even if he doesn't know it yet."
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