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Post by Mika Jade Nyte on Jun 24, 2007 23:18:45 GMT -5
Eliijah would also evaporate back into his own setting. Oh he had quite a bit to think about for the next move.
Meanwhile, Mika had went to grab a glass of water, and Az just had opened is eyes when she had poured it over his face trying to wake him up. Ooops?
She lowered on his lap, muttering about him being a slacker until he said those words. Her hand moved to rub at her neck, and she shook her head a bit. "Then it's crutial I don't get anywhere in contact with him..I don't think he can lay the last unless he's actually here...not if it's what I think it is."
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Post by Azrael on Jun 24, 2007 23:23:43 GMT -5
"then like it or not you don't leave my side until he is dead and burried. For now I am sending Draven to England to start Pushing Elijah's buttons. Royce can dig it up and he will burn it down. Elijah will have to make his next move if he wants to or not."
Standing slowly he would pull off that dreched shirt of his and look back to mika as he tossed it at her.
"He is not going to get you. Not while I live doll"
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Post by Mika Jade Nyte on Jun 24, 2007 23:31:53 GMT -5
"Gee, no vows and yet I'm already feelin' th' ball and chain.." She teased, though it was very dry, very sarcastic. She shook her head, her hand reaching up to snag the drenched shirt from midair. "I dunno...I mean..I know Royce has pulled up some quick shit ...but I still don't her involved. Look at what happened ta Hastings...for snooping."
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Post by Azrael on Jun 24, 2007 23:35:21 GMT -5
"hastings did not know what he was dealing with. and he wasn't protected. But if you don't want her involved we'll keep her out of it as best we can. Though we both know how she'll feel about that."
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Post by Mika Jade Nyte on Jun 24, 2007 23:46:16 GMT -5
"Oh ya dun have to tell me. I know how she'll feel. But yanno what? I dun give a rats ass how she feels. "
That was saying something. Mika never tried to force her will on her cousin yanno?
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Post by Azrael on Jun 24, 2007 23:48:10 GMT -5
"then we do our best to keep her out of the situation and deal with the fallout later."
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Post by Mika Jade Nyte on Jun 24, 2007 23:52:09 GMT -5
"So be it. I need a damn drink..."
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Post by Azrael on Jun 24, 2007 23:55:10 GMT -5
"i think we both do."
pulling on a coat to cover his upper body he would snag the files from his desk before taking mika by the hand and leading her out towards the car,
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Post by Agent White on Jun 25, 2007 0:19:44 GMT -5
Agent White had been in the City for a day now. Having set up shop he went about the business at hand his first stop was at the police station to check in with Detective Hastings, He was not surprised to hear of his unusual demise, but then Agent White was never surprised. Moving through the late detective‘s office he found something of interest. All of his files on the case he was working on had been removed and a quick check of the Detective‘s computer showed that any information he had in there was similarly removed.
His next stop was the morgue there he would find a tape recorder in Hastings’s personal effects. What was recorded on it he found most interesting. Returning to the police station he would notice an ATM across the street. He would pull an object that resembled a calculator from his pocket and attach it to the ATM’s security camera via a wire from the side of the device. Bringing up the security feed he would rewind the footage until he saw Hastings’s most unusual death, but there was something else there something of interest. A woman on a motorcycle was being abducted. He committed the bikes tag number to memory as well as that of the van before removing his PDA from the security camera and slipping it back into his coat pocket.
After a quick call to the local police Directory he knew the woman’s name, So it would seem she was a known accomplice of Pendragon and Alcazar a most interesting development. Perhaps he should look into this a bit further. After all Sora and the van she had been taken in were his best leads at the moment. There were obviously two very different sides to the chaos taking place within the city, and if he looked close enough at one he was sure to find the other eventually.
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Post by Mrs Hastings on Jun 25, 2007 0:46:06 GMT -5
she had recieved word of her husbands death, and she was consumed with grief. But on top of that was also a feeling of dread. She had been a stay at home mother since the birth of there son. Now her and Robert her 12 year old son were left to fend for themselves. as she sat at the kitchen table all she could do was weep. What were they going to do. hearing a knock at the door the grieving widow would wipe her eyes and move to answer it. Standing outside was a young man no older than twenty two dressed in a suit that cost more than her car. without a word from her he spoke.
"Mrs. Hastings. my empolyer wants you to know that he is deeply toubled by your loss. He hopes that this small gift will help you in the troubled times ahead. While he knows it can never replace the loss of your husband hopefully it can remove some of your worries."
The young man would slip an envelope into Mrs. Hastings's hand and turn to leave without another word. Moving back inside her home the widow would open the envelope to find a cashiers check, a look of shock would move to her face as she gazed at the amount. She didn't know who was responsible but obviously her husband had made atleast one very wealthy friend.
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Post by Chanel 14 news on Jun 25, 2007 13:50:23 GMT -5
this just in two suspected terrorists attacks have rocked London today, At 9:00a.m. this morning a residence at 402 Cliffenshire Way, London was leveled in a massive explosion, at fist police thought it was a solitary event but four hours later a factory at 10 Burkley Drive in Westminster was destroyed in a similar manner. The cause of the attacks is still unknown but police do know that both properties were owned by one Elijah Langsley. Scotland Yard has released a formal statement saying that while both attacks were violent no civilians were harmed. Mr. Langsley has yet to be reached concerning the attacks. Those in contact with the steel tycoon say that he is abroad on business.
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Post by Azrael on Jun 25, 2007 13:57:17 GMT -5
Flipping off the television Azrael would stand and move to the CD player in his office slipping a CD into the drive before dialing the cell phone number Royce had dug up for Elijah. Pressing the Play button on the cd Player "Click Click Boom" by saliva would begin to play. Setting the phone in front of the speaker Azrael would leave it there as he went about getting dressed for the day. singing along with the lyrics as he did so.
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Post by Elijah on Jun 25, 2007 14:13:39 GMT -5
Elijah sat in his chair, a gold coin flipping through his knuckles as he listened to the song playing through his cellphone, and his gaze fixated on the news broadcast. His whole body was tense, his teeth grinding together, and his eyes narrowed.
The factory in Westminster...he didn't mind so much. It was expendable. That's what it was made for, along with the other factories he had posted in several other countries.
But his home. His possessions. His books. His records. It was true he had copies of it stored in other places, but he had grown rather fond of his London home.
He snapped the phone shut and slammed it down on the arm of his chair as he rose up. The fury and rage he was feeling seemed to shoot energy from his own body, causing the television set to implode. He turned and began to pace, taking three steps, pausing, taking another three steps, turn.
He continued this, and found it not so easy. In fact, he had to start the pacing over and over, which only served to build that rage up more. He had to calm down or he was going to jump into things too fast. But the more he paced and fucked up the steps, the worse his anger became.
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Post by Elijah on Jun 25, 2007 15:29:16 GMT -5
"But Senior, I do not understand! Was it something we have done to make your stay unfavorable?"[/i] came the heavy Spanish accent of his host who followed after him. The fact that Elijah was leaving, and apparently in such a fury, made him worry about the payoff he was supposed to have gotten. Elijah had just shown up not days ago, and now leaving a month early. Elijah shook his head stiffly, moving for the door as he pulled on his gloves. He stopped just inside the door, reaching up and making sure the small pendant was about his neck before stepping out. "No, Alejandro. I just have business that needs to be taken care of. Now stop pestering me." came the cold hard reply. The bellhops were frantically shoving Elijah's baggage into the back of the car, and the chauffer had the door open. Elijah slid inside, and his laptop was handed to him. The door shut, and they were off towards the airport. Making sure the darkened glass was up between driver and passenger, Elijah flipped open the laptop and began to pound on some of the keys, then sent the message. Nice show, old chap. Touche. Retribution I'm sure for Detective Hastings and the soon-to-be momma. Sora is a sweet little thing. I've decided to keep her as well. Til next we meet. ~EOf course, he had yet to meet Sora. He was actually on his way to do so now. He flipped closed the laptop and pulled out his phone, dialin a number. "Ah Scott. I'm sure you've heard the news. Our little present is doing well I hope?""Yes, sir. A bit of a handful though. She's managed to take down two of our men so far. We've had to keep her sedated. She's a wildcat."[/i] Elijah chuckled a bit, watching the airport coming into view. "I figured as much. Mika Jade always did hang out with the talented ones. I should arrive in two days time. Just don't harm her, understand?""Yes, sir."[/i] "Good. Now, here's what I want you to do next. First off, I want you to get in contact with Evan and find out who the fuck this new leak is. Whomever it is knows way too much...way too quick. I dont' want them killed. I want them brought to me. Next...."Elijah talked for several minutes before hanging up. * * * * * * * * * * * * [/color] Ever heard of the expression, Mr. Alcazar, 'an eye for an eye'?It would be a day later, when two of Azrael's warehouses along with the loft he shared with MJ would find the same demise as Elijah's own properties. Unlike what happened in England, many innocent bystanders would find their way to the grave.
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Post by Xavier on Jun 25, 2007 18:08:06 GMT -5
::He had left the couple. his aggrivation was at its highest it had been in centuries, and now he was on his way to his next destination. Meeting up with a fellow he had long since known. Long since trusted and their meeting was a silent colaboration of cloak and dagger. Once the meeting was finished he returned to his office. Sarah to his side, his eyes would look up to her and he would let a breath free as he thought of his next words::
Find my best. Find those who have been the loyalist with backgrounds in the dirty deed of my enemy.... Do so quickly Lass and without trial and error.
::his gaze focused upon her seriousness etched in every fleck of slowly fading cerulean. Those black hues once more recaptured his frame and he took a deep breath as he flipped ip his monitor from his desk and typed out an instant message to Royce::
I have 10 men surrounding your building. Have Kenji and the nanny take the kids out of the building. he has come after us again and I assume he has taken my sons wife. He will stop at nothing and I wont have anything happen to my godkids or you and that mutt you have married. This is not a situation where you have an option Royce. You do this or i will have it down for you. Is this understood?
::he didnt need to speak his words, and he didnt care if she objected. he was beyond reason and the plans he was cooking up were not going to land him a new friend from his old home::
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