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M.S.R.P. II • View topic - We needed a few things... aight? [Heist/and killing]

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He grew up when the scars of the Second World War were still visible. Under his trench coat he’d decided to remain wearing the black suit and pants; he did add a hat and the rest of his mask; along with the 5 knives from the kitchen. He began speaking "I recommend we drive toward the old harbor, it should have something we can use. I've learned that when you can't wait, you make due with what you can scrounge up." Anton looked over at Atanasia and then back at the men "We will hopefully acquire a truck, some kind of delivery vehicle we can use, one or both of you will drive it, you can keep in touch with your phones." He bent his body back straight forward and stared out at the road. It was bright out, so Anton slipped a hand into his pocket and produced a pair of sunglasses.

He pointed to the warehouse to Atanasia, he saw the two guards in the back look when he pointed in his peripheral vision; out front were 2 small delivery vehicles; about the size of an American UPS truck for comparison. Rust was built up on them both and they had been lifted up by the front wheels on carriers that a tow truck would later use to tow them off. “Let’s stop there, pull up to the offices” while she maneuvered the vehicle into place Anton was already unlocking and stepping out of the car. The trench-coat made him seem very large; much bigger that he was, flapping dramatically around him when he opened the door for Atanasia and let her enter first while the two men stayed in the car. Moving ahead of her he looked at a large breasted woman who obviously was hired for her looks rather than her skills; Anton’s eyes rolled as she smacked away at her gum and had obviously dyed her hair a reddish color… “I’d like to know about those two trucks out front, do they run and if they do run may I make an offer on them? I’d like to acquire them for no more than what they are worth.” With her big cow eyes and lack of intellect she stared at him and asked “Why are you wearin’ a mask?” Anton closed his eyes a moment and sighed “Do you want to know? Then you will know after you’ve answered my questions…” Anton shot a glance at Atanasia; she knew, and she knew what was in store for the secretary. “You’ll have to talk to the manager” Anton, yet another deep rumbling sigh that then lead into a voice said to her “then tell him to come here”.

Anton was not one to wait on things that did not need to be waited on, or at least be told bullshit and when the secretary tried to tell him he was busy he walked by the desk and went into the office that the manager used. The shocked look on the mans face and Anton could see why he was busy. “Pull your pants up” Anton’s voice had grown ever darker and more malignant as his anger level went from moderately pissed off to near rage. Never showing the slightest sign he simply spoke to the manager “I want to know how much you’ll make from the two trucks out front” The man, fumbling with his pants said back hurriedly “They’re useless to us, we’re paying a tow company to take them” Anton said back quickly “Do they work?” “Yeah” was the reply he received from the reddend face of the manager. “I’ll give you three thousand dollars for them.” The man fumbled around his desk a moment and got the paperwork for them “That’s awesome, they’re yours as soon as you pay me, oh, and don’t forget the keys” Anton grabbed the paperwork and then wrote out a check for the amount said. He then looked up at the man and said to him before turning around “Next time I recommend you lock your door.” Before there was a reply Anton came out from room and nodded at Atanasia “They’re ours now; the men will drive.” Then he remembered his promise and quickly pulled his mask off, with his had and surgical mask, looking down at the secretary Anton said to her as he walked by “I recommend you try something for your face next time” and saw the shock. He kept walking out but held the door open for Atanasia again. After she'd walked by he put the mask back on with the had and surgical masks and said to her "Sorry, I had to... she angered me so..." Outside the sun was bright and the men were in the car laughing at something. Anton grabbed the back door’s handle and nearly seemed to rip the door off “See the two trucks? Take them off their supports, and follow us. Stay 100 feet behind us, and if we pull over; just wait behind.” He tossed the keys at them and then watched them start unhooking the trucks “I haven’t been to Palermo in a while but I know where to go for something that we need next. I just hope he’s alive” Anton looked back at her and nodded at the vehicle “I’ll tell you where to go, we have to set up the deal first, but I want you to know if he’s alive, he’s out of his mind… He’ll tell us where to go next…” They were going to one of the poorest most crime ridden neighborhoods; which even back when Anton was young had a major hand in the Olive Oil business; the name of the man was Antonio Castella…



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The car sprang into life once more, engine roaring as the young woman eased the car out of the tight park and into the street, slowly moving along and giving time for the trucks to catch up. It wasn't long before the two vehicles moved into place behind the sleek Jaguar, and she put her foot down, moving across town and through the small alleys and roads at a quick pace. She knew where she was going, even had a fair idea of who Dr. Phibes was talking about, but she wasn't giving anything away at this point in time. Her slim fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, she manoeuvred the vehicle with precision and ease, slowing as they reached the district that Phibes had mentioned.
Creeping along a narrow street, Atanasia glanced sideways once, noting a couple of men wearing rags, who were swigging out of something shrouded in a paper bag. She looked back to the road once more, many thoughts running through her mind, but none of them voiced. Sighing softly to herself, she took a left, flicking up the indicator and letting it click off itself once she straightened the vehicle up. About 100m later, the young woman pulled into a park, and instructed Phibes to stay with the vehicle - she was going to get some information from a friend of hers. Inquiring as to the name of the man Phibes was looking for, she merely nodded and headed inside a block of apartments, waving the trucks on and telling them to head around the block a couple of times.
'Antonio Castella' The name echoed through her mind as she lifted her hand, forming a fist and knocking three times in quick succession on the door of apartment 7c. Shuffling footsteps sounded inside, and an old man opened the door a little, a chain stretching across the small gap. The young woman smiled softly and lifted a hand, genuine love spreading across her face - this was her uncle, immersed in the goings on of the neighbourhood for over 80 years. A grin creased his face even more, wrinkles spreading from the corners of his eyes as he fumbled with the chain and opened the door, letting his niece hug him and kiss his cheeks as he muttered a greeting in Italian. He waved her into the tiny apartment beyond, looking down the hallway left and then right before closing the door behind him.

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About ten minutes and thousands of words later, the young woman exited the apartment building and strode onto the street, adjusting her suit jacket a little before she slid back into the car that'd been left idling. As the two trucks appeared around the corner, going for their third revolution of the block, she spun the wheel and glid into the street, accelerating towards her new target.
"19 Torino St," Her words broke the silence as she spun the wheel once more, eyes flicking up to the rear view mirror to assure that the trucks were still tailing the Jaguar. Phibes muttered something she didn't quite catch, but she shrugged it off, letting a curtain of silence fall once more as she drove. Two minutes later and they arrived outside the apartment block in a short time, and Atanasia slalomed her beautiful vehicle along the street and into a park, gesturing at the two men in the trucks to keep an eye on the car as Phibes exited the vehicle, and she locked it, running a loving hand over the bonnet in a quick caress.
Atanasia took the stairs two at a time as Anton braved the slow, decrepit lift that served as a heart for the crumbling building around it. The young woman had noted scaffolding on the left side, and mused that it was probably what was holding the building up, stopping it from smashing to the ground and ending in a pile of glorious decay and memories. The third floor jumped up in front of her, and she stopped short, turning left and marching along the worn runner to the 8th door. The lift chimed, and Anton surged out, a wounded, broken and yet determined black bull of a man who seemed to take up half the hallway. She raised her hand, knocking on the second door that day and awaiting an answer. This time there were clear steps, and the door swung wide open to reveal a man with a lazy eye and a bulbous red nose that spoke torrents about how much he drank.
"Antonio Castella?" The door started to close once more, and Atanasia smiled cruelly, jamming her foot in front of it, stopping it from moving any further as she pushed through, Anton following after her. "I don't know what you want, I'm no Castella ... No Antonio," The young woman's eyes fell to the hall table and the wallet that lay on it, yawning wide open with a driver's licence in full view. Her gloved hand snatched it up, a half grin on her face as she advanced, the man backing down the short hallway in front of her. "Well, it says right here you are ..." She passed it back to Anton, speaking once more. "Spitting image, don't you think, Dr. Phibes? ..."

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“Hmmmm, yes, I should think so” Phibes said and looked up “Remember me?” Anton walked closer to the man “Remember why you started drinking all those years ago?” He stared deeply into the man’s eyes and began speaking to him reminding him “Remember the night in December, the December that was after her death after the death of all the men I killed, you’re the only one I left. Your buddies, oh come now, don’t tell me you forgot about dear, dear Vito, hanging there like he was the butchers next day’s fresh cut, or and let us not forget Marcus, you remember him, out by the fish market…” Anton saw the man was trembling and said even more, cornering him, towering above him “Remember how before you got away I forced you to skin them, and then I had you take their still living bodies out and hang them at gunpoint? Yes, you killed your friends, and your day has come, so I suggest you tell us what we need to know, or my dear friend, you’ll be singing the chorus of moans that would make angels cry” Phibes put one hand around the neck of Antonio and forced him into a chair. “We’re here on business” he said to the trembling man. “I’m in need of some services to acquire some weaponry; I need someone who can find anything. Guns, knives, armor, medical supplies, anything my dear sir I need whatever I plan to get. In fact, call in one of your men, and give me the best one you have.” After he’d called one in front of Phibes, controlled, he looked him over and had him write down who to go to “You know Antonio, you’ve been in my thoughts a long time” as Phibes spoke he handed the paper to Atanasia and pointed at the door “And I think it is time we had a heart to heart” Antonio’s eyes widened; that was the last thing he said to Marcus

“W-w-what’re you going to do?” Phibes stared at him; moving a hand in his coat pocket. The young man was escorted in after he’d come by Atanasia and sat down in another chair “Now then, your business here will be transferred to that young man; he’ll take over your operation” looking at the very young man he asked him “You know how this all works right? Set up the deals, make sure they go down right, and make some profit, kicking some back up to us. Kid, work for us and you’ll make three times what you’re being paid now” Anton looked at the young man who wasn’t saying anything and back at Antonio “You trained him well” Anton looked back to Atanasia and blinked his eyes for the first time, then both hands produced the knives, with a swiftness that left the man no reaction time he sent both knives at the same time into Antonio’s shoulders. He then lifted Antonio up to his feet with the knives and drove the man into the wall “You’ve gained weight Antonio” Phibes said; holding him down with all of his strength and his heavy frame Dr. Phibes pulled back and body slammed the man, causing one of his arms to flap to the side. Anton impaled it with another knife, which went deeply into the wall. Unable to grab back the man screamed as Antonio slammed another knife into him, on his other hand. “Seems I’ve got you ‘pinned up’” Looking to the younger man he produced the fifth and final knife saying to him “Now choose, or you’ll end up like my fat drunk friend here” the screams made it difficult to hear so Anton turned around quickly and sliced the throat open, effectively a tracheotomy. Now it was just a gurgling noise as air went through the new orifice. The young man looked at Anton, his eyes wide and agreed. Phibes nodded, turned around and with the fifth knife sliced open the mans abdomen, spilling its contents on the ground. Rasping gurgling and the man couldn’t stand anymore, but was held up by the knives in his wrist joint, effectively keeping him suspended. “Now now, it’s not nice to be rude to your gusts Antonio, stand up. I said stand up” Anton lifted the man back to his feet, and ripped the knives from his shoulders “I guess your fat, your overwhelming fat, requires more support then” Anton droved the knives through the wall under the man’s arm pits, hoping that would work “There now, isn’t that delightfully better?” Anton’s fifth knife appeared again as he held it in front of Antonio’s face. His hands still clean, clothing un-stained, and the fact that there was still someone in the room made Anton think twice about cutting this mans heart out, instead he sliced his jugulars, and let the blood drown him, for the wounds were inside the neck. “Now if you notice, there’s minimal blood loss from the abdomen because I did not cut any major arteries, and the only real loss was from the wrist joints, but I avoided the arteries there as well. He’ll be dead in about thirty more seconds, all the blood will be in his lungs. These knives have no prints on them, and cannot be traced, but just so we have no worries I have made sure of one minor detail. Please go to the car” After Atanasia had left Anton grabbed a lantern that had kerosene in it and spread it around. Lighting it with a cigarette left on the table he closed the door behind him and followed Atanasia. The young man he’d spoken to was Michael, Michael Antazzini, and they had his number along with his word. On the way to the car it was an eerie silence until Anton got in. “He was number eleven.” Anton went back over in his mind about what had happened, and hoped Atanasia wasn’t… disturbed. ‘Well she had every right to be’ he thought, but hoped he’d not ‘scarred’ her, ‘that’s a better word, scarred’.


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As flames began licking at the wallpaper of the apartment, the roar of an engine sounded from below, as Atanasia twisted the key in the ignition and set the car in gear. The loud rumble of two trucks starting sounded soon after, and the 'convoy' moved out, disappearing around the first right hand turn and heading to their next destination. The young woman reached down into the small recess between the seats and withdrew her sunglasses case, setting it on her lap and opening it one handed as she drove. She slipped the sunglasses onto her face, settling them over her eyes with one hand and maintaining a perfect line with the car. She was a good driver - better than good, actually, but she wasn't one to brag. The sunglasses case was dropped back between the seats, and she turned the wheel, gliding around another corner before pushing in a button and turning on the CD player. Classical music flowed through the speakers and into her head as she drove, thinking about what had just happened and saving every single thing to her memory.
Neither of the occupants of the vehicle spoke until they reached the destination, and then it was only to ensure that the car was locked. They now stood at the front door of a large warehouse, waiting for someone to let them in. The sign on the front of the building read 'Michaelmas Holdings' in large, blue letters that were slowly fading to the white of the building itself. Atanasia raised an eyebrow but refrained from comment. This building was not meant to attract attention, and most likely for good reason. Hidden amongst some of the older warehouses of the area, it looked decidedly seedy.
The metal door creaked open to reveal a middle aged man with a belly that hung over his tightly notched belt. The lime green tie that he wore did not compliment the faded denim shirt, and did even less for the black pants and gym shoes he wore on his bottom half. Atanasia almost shuddered at the blatant lack of fashion sense, but repressed it. Not everybody could dress as well as she did. The man gave them a quizzical look, as the young woman took a piece of paper from her pocket, and moved in past him, seizing the element of surprise. "We're from the Tax Department, sir. We just want a quick word." Looking every bit the official, the young woman breezed into the office area and took a seat, the man - now flustered and a little red in the cheeks - seated himself behind his desk as Anton entered the room, towering over him. Her voice received a change in tune, the once business like tone taking on a sharp edge that threatened to cut straight into the man, like an invisible blade. "My friend here has a request - don't you Anton?" The good doctor took a seat, and Atanasia pushed herself to her feet once more, moving behind the man and closing the blinds that she'd noticed, before she leaned against the windowsill, keeping close tabs on what he was doing from behind. He was a gun dealer after all, and one should never fully trust them.

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"Five days, Mr. Blandini." The smile was as audible in her voice as it was visible on her face, and she inclined her head graciously, almost sarcastically, before she gently pushed herself from the window sill into a standing position. "I suggest that when you get a spare moment, you take a look at your wardrobe. I don't appreciate representatives of my Family looking so ... untidy, if you will." Her gaze, sharp as daggers, speared the unfashionable man to his seat, sending shivers up and down his spine. He'd gotten himself into something big, here ... and there was no other way out but to cooperate with these horrible people. The woman winked at him - she actually winked - before turning and exiting the small office, followed by the dominating presence of the masked man accompanying her - but not before a final, warning glare that stopped him from thinking about alternatives. It was finally, completely clear to him that there were none. With a shaking hand, he picked up the cordless phone from it's landing spot and with his grubby, porky digits dialled in a number. "Mr. Scozzino, yes ... I was wondering if you could deliver me a few urgent items. I have a ... high priority ... customer ..."

Atanasia let herself out of the building, after jetting a quick glance around the interior of the warehouse. There were cargo containers piled upon one another, a forklift and a couple of metal cages sitting in a corner - everything was labelled deceivingly, and she smelt something like rotten fish - a particularly good way of deterring customs from searching shipments. Memories of her time in the weapons circuit flew to mind and were dismissed just as easily. She had a couple of things to do during the next 5 days, and would probably not be able to accompany Anton Phibes to the next meeting with Tomaso Blandini ... however, she knew exactly who she'd send.

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Isi Salazar</center>

Better known as 'Hellcat' to most people in her life, the small Costa Rican had been Atanasia's friend since an incident in South America that had almost cost the two women their lives. About two years ago, the pair's misadventured timing landed them on a boat that was overtaken by pirates on the Amazon. Atanasia was there trading guns to an oppositional guerilla faction, where Isi was currying favour with the same people. They didn't know it yet, but they were about to become firm allies.
As the pirates waved their guns in the captain's face, the two women (formerly on opposite sides of the boat) found themselves climbing into the pirate's 'ship'. Unfortunately for them, their collision in the process of boarding the other vessel made their presence known, and all hell broke loose. Both women ended up with bullet wounds, but their boat floated free within seconds ... their only piece of luck seemed to be that the vessel in which they now found themselves hadn't been damaged.
Both bleeding and in need of serious medical help, the two women gunned the engine of the boat and sped in the opposite direction from whence they came. It had been a serious stroke of luck that the pirates had struck at sun down, but now the two found themselves on one of the longest rivers in the world without food, water, or a map. Three long days they searched for help, and finally found it in the form of 5 British would-be explorers, who had them helicoptered to Lima, Peru.
Months in hospital beds next to one another meant that the two became well acquainted. Eventually it became time to part, and Isi confessed to being part of another guerilla faction. Atanasia's beliefs and morals meant that she couldn't bring herself to associate with the Costa Rican any longer, and yet she left an offer - "If you ever leave this stage of your life behind, come find me in Italy, and I will help you set up a new life."
Isi had never thought this possible - a new life was something that was hard to find, and even harder to maintain, but Atanasia had done it, and now her guerilla past was whipping into the yester year. Now she was set up as a Seamstress in a beautiful house in the heart of Palermo, occasionally working for her friend and paying her back for what she'd done.

A knock sounded on the back door, and Isi looked up from the floor length ball gown that she'd been working on. An elderly woman with plenty of money to burn had placed an order, along with a fair few other regular patrons, leading Isi to suspect that there was some kind of masked ball going on soon, and that it would be attended by all the upperclass snobs who lived in the hills near her friend, Atanasia. She was just thinking about calling her to ask, when the knock had interrupted her, causing her to prick herself with the needle. Thankfully the fabric hadn't been stained, and the young Costa Rican stuck her finger in her mouth, sucking away the blood from the tip of her finger as she set the dress aside and dodged the piles of sewing in order to attain the hallway, and finally open the front door.
Beyond the door stood her stiletto heeled friend, flanked by a behemoth of a man who dwarfed her in size. Isi was sure her eyebrow rose ever so slightly in a questioning look that was directed at Atanasia, before she stepped aside and ushered the two in. She saw her friend warn the colossal man about there being pins everywhere, and to watch where he sat, before they disappeared ahead of her into the lounge, and she was left to shut the door and follow.

Isi: Asia, what're you doing here this time, and who's this? Do you want some coffee?

Her friend shook her head, just raising one hand, signalling that just the one cup would be fine. Isi nodded, silence ringing through her ears. Sometimes she wished she could hear her friend's voice once more, but ever since a land mine had deafened her, she hadn't regained her hearing. Sometimes she had trouble remembering how to form words, so they came out a bit stumbled, but generally she was eloquent and well-spoken. She consoled herself on those rare moments of disorderly prose with one phrase - 'Everyone makes mistakes.'

Atanasia: This is Dr. Phibes ... and I need to ask a favour of you.

Isi: A favour. Right. Name it.

And that was that - she was in, whatever it was. The debt was that great, she would go to the ends of the Earth for this woman, but it was not just that; the two enjoyed a relationship that could only be described as sisterly.

Atanasia: 5 days from now, Dr. Phibes and I were supposed to collect a shipment. Unfortunately, I can't make it ... I was hoping that you could?

The swarthy Costa Rican merely nodded, picking up her sewing once more as she eyed 'Dr. Phibes' once more. 'Asia really did pick up the strangest people in her travels. She seemed unusually close to this man however, and Isi wondered what was going on there. She was also curious about what lay under the mask, but brushed that aside as her friend spoke once more.

Atanasia: ... and I was wondering if you could whip up another suit for me? ...

Isi rolled her eyes, shaking her head ever so slightly as she glanced around the room at the piles of taffeta, silk, ribbon and satin. At the moment she really didn't have the time to do this favour and make her a suit. The woman made a flowing gesture that encompassed the masses of textile and shrugged. Atanasia grinned and winked, signing quickly back that she'd wait, before she picked up her small shot of coffee and downed it quickly. The young Italian/Romanian rose from her seat, the taller man following like a seemingly docile puppy - Isi did not believe this to be the case, and decided to probe her friend on it when they were alone some other time. She ushered them to the door, waving as they walked down the garden path. And that was the last she heard of them for 5 days, as she plowed her way through the roses and lemon meringue yellows of the dresses she'd been commissioned to make.

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It was quiet as they walked to the car, Atanasia deep in thought and Dr. Phibes quiet as ever. She'd wanted him to meet her friend, hoping that the two would get on. Instead it seemed that they were highly suspicious of one another, and that Isi planned to get a look under the good Doctor's mask. Atanasia made a mental note to warn her friend, knowing that it would do no good anyway - it was most likely that curiosity would kill the hellcat in the end.
"Isi's not bad, really ... She's a little suspicious of everyone, and then of course there's the deaf thing - a landmine, you know?" An uncertain pause, and the rush of words continued as the two slid into the low seats of the Jaguar and closed their doors. "How did it happen? Your face ... your mask ... everything?" She was vaguely scared of the answer, but she didn't exactly know why. Before waiting for an answer, she pushed the key into the ignition and started the car, revving the engine and pulling out of the parking space in record time. She'd tell Isi about the trucks later, the weapons and everything else. Perhaps she'd ring her tonight and the two could go out for a coffee. The look on her face told Dr. Phibes that the young woman wasn't quite ready for an answer to her question yet - perhaps in five days.

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Five Days Later

As Atanasia sat behind her desk writing things out, Isi swung round on the chair opposite her, squeaking every now and then. The brunette was almost on the point of yelling at her friend, but decided against it - it was today that Isi was going to help her out, and she was insanely busy at that point in time. She spoke as she wrote out another line, her writing fluid and beautiful, having practised it for years until it was 'just so'. "Did you bring your car?" The answer was an affirmative, but Atanasia didn't see. Her friend fumed a little and then spoke out - she wasn't having a good morning, and didn't feel like speaking at that point in time.
"Yes. But somehow I don't think your friend is going to fit into it. Couldn't I just do the writing and you take him to this Michaelmas Holdings place?" Isi's half of the conversation was conducted in English, most likely to annoy Atanasia so that she'd stop writing and look at her friend. She did. "Then you'll just have to take my car, won't you?" Atanasia was fully aware that the Costa Rican had probably brought her car on purpose. It was a Mini Cooper - the old style Mini Cooper, which would only fit tiny people and most definitely not Dr. Anton Phibes. Isi made a face at her friend's reply and stood up from the chair as the Italian/Romanian muttered something that she couldn't see or decipher, as her vision had already plunged back to the paper. Isi made a very rude sign and swiped the keys off the desk from in front of Atanasia's own eyes, then stalked out of the room, going in search of Anton Phibes.

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The Raven haired Costa Rican found Anton Phibes buried in a book in the living room, totally engrossed - it annoyed her that the only thing she could gather this information from was his posture. His face was not visible, and his eyes were shaded by the brim of his hat. Then it just plain annoyed her that he was wearing a hat inside. She let the keys in her hand fall onto the bench and watched with a small amount of pleasure as Phibes' head whipped up and his eyes swivelled to her.

Isi: Well, Are we ready to go, then?

The eyes narrowed and the young woman almost wished she hadn't said anything. There was something infinitely dangerous about this man. She really didn't know what her friend saw in him, but there must be something in there. Somewhere. Maybe. The eyes threw daggers at her and she retrieved the keys, beating a hurried track back to the door of the room.

Isi: I'll be waiting at the car ...

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The ride to Michaelmas Holdings was not filled with nonchalant chatter, but was flooded by Spanish music. The driving was, surprisingly, less aggressive and the young woman behind the wheel had slipped on a pair of driving glasses before she'd started the car, taking them from a small case kept inside her ever present handbag.
Although both suspicious and mildly wary of the man who now sat beside her, Isi maintained a completely emotionless face and kept her mouth shut - she let him alight from the vehicle first, and then followed him towards the warehouse, going over everything Atanasia had mentioned on this particular 'favour' - a portly man with bad fashion sense ... perhaps a customer for her? A curt reminder from her friend that if he hadn't dressed properly for this occasion, Isi was to reprimand him once more. The young woman almost smiled at this thought - she couldn't believe her friend was so hooked up on fashion when years ago she'd worn khaki cargo pants and a torn white t-shirt for days on end, her hair cut incredibly short and her feet clad in army boots. She brushed those memories away and returned to the job at hand, speaking for the first time to Anton Phibes.

Isi: The trucks and drivers should arrive in two minutes ...

Yay! I'm Done!

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Anton looked back at her and nodded. On the way in he held the door open for Isi, and followed behind into the offices. He sat down in a chair across from the desk of the man who was now working for Canelupo. “So, it has been five days, I trust everything is in order?” Anton stared until he stood up and said back to Anton “Yes, yes it is all in order and I am sure you will find everything in satisfactory condition… As soon as your transportation arrives we will load it and then it is out of my hands” Anton also stood and extended a hand out, shaking Tomaso’s hand. The portly man then said to Anton “Who is she?” Anton merely said back, with danger in his voice “A friend” Getting the message Tomaso changed the subject and then asked “Would you like to oversee it?” Anton stepped toward him and said “Lead the way”. Anton turned and bid Isa to follow. Walking past machinery, forklifts and into one of the loading docks for the trucks Anton’s mind quickly raced and took it all in, where anything that could be used was at, and what could be done with it. A few minutes of walking and they were to the trucks, being loaded by a multitude of workers, everything labeled completely differently as was to be expected. Anton looked down to Isi and, unsure of how to say it, but he tried to say thank you; she handed him a paper pad and pen, so Anton wrote down ‘Thank you for accompanying me, is there anything that you need?’


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Glancing around at the weaponry on display, Isi was fairly impressed by the different things she saw - except for the landmines. Those, she looked away from, venom in her eyes as she remembered what it had been like to actually hear people; how useful it had been to be able to tell their mood from the inflections in their voice; how nice it had been to be able to hear someone with her eyes closed, without having to strain herself every single moment of every single day. When she looked over to Anton Phibes, he seemed to want to say something to her, his movements a little erratic. Slowly, she brought out a pen and a pad of paper, handing it over to him.
The note she received was surprising, she hadn't expected any thanks. She was merely a gopher, doing a favour for a friend she owed her life to. She bowed her head, a small smile on her lips for the first time, and signed that it was no problem, hoping the man in front of her understood. Glancing over to the man who was in charge of this place, she watched his lips carefully, noting that he seemed rather nervous. She put that down to Anton Phibes - a colossal and intimidating man, who it seemed she'd judged wrongly. He was directing the final touches to the loading process, and Isi looked back to Phibes, quickly replying to his question.

Isi: There's nothing I need at the moment, except my hearing.

A doleful smile and a shrug before she turned her head once more, raven black hair hiding her face and the sadness in her eyes. It had been a long time since she'd been able to hear, but there was still the memory of what had once been. She supposed the Doctor felt like this as well - she'd missed how alike the two were, in that aspect ...

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Anton looked back as the trucks were finished and closed, with orders to arrive at the estate, hearing what she wished Anton replied on the notepad ‘I’ll look into what I can, but I do not guarantee anything. Cochlear implants can bring back the world of sound to you; and you have my word I will see what can be done. I would like to eat food again myself’ Anton waved the drivers off and looked to Tomoso “Someone will be here each week to collect. The money was wired 5 minutes ago.” Anton bid Isi to follow him, and continued walking back though the warehouse out to the car, He stood there and nodded to Isi; waiting for a reply to his note. He had written a second one on the way he handed to her ‘A cochlear implant can bring back hearing by going past the damaged hair cells, nerves and bones shattered by massive detonations, it feeds directly into the inner ear and will let you hear most, if not all, of the sounds around you as you used to hear them. It is different than a hearing aide because it has no need to boost volume and doesn’t force louder sounds into your ear canal. It can be done to both ears to give you stereo; but it is preferred they start with the least damaged ear.’ Anton looked back at her and under the mask had a sympathetic smile.


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Isi's face lost it's colour as she read the first note, and her steps faltered for a few seconds, before she recollected herself and continued on in silence for a few brief seconds. Anton continued to scribble as she spoke out, a slight stammer in her voice, completely unbidden.

Isi: Every Doctor I saw told me that nothing ... nothing could be done. They lied? ... Or they didn't know?

The second note stopped her dead in her tracks, her hands trembling slightly. She didn't know how to respond to this kindness - even the attempt to find out about the procedure would've earned Isi's undying worship for the man. She was blown away by his words, could scarcely believe this was happening. As she slipped the paper into her handbag, she signed a heartfelt thank you, reaching out and gently touching the man's sleeve before she rounded the car and unlocked it, hands still trembling a bit as she gave the doctor some time to answer her questions.

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Writing down more Anton continues ‘It is relatively new, and somewhat expensive, but it has been known since around 1999, it has become popular in the United States and Canada; the procedure is simple enough that I could do it’ Anton paused, looked over at her, and sat in the car continuing, ‘As for the doctors, it depends on how long ago it was, if they’re ignorant, then yes, they didn’t know, if it was long ago, they didn’t know, if it was last week, I wouldn’t go to that doctor again.’ Phibes looked at her and nodded while handing her the note. Then sat back and leaned into the chair of the car, more comfortably, the Estate and his room would be a nice place to rest. After, of course, he got his weapons… On his mind though were Cochlear Implants and how to obtain them and the kind of facility that would be needed. If anything a trip to Europe or the USA would be needed, but if it was simple enough perhaps the local hospital could cover it… Phibes lost himself in thought.


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Isi looked at the piece of paper, reading and re-reading the message on it before she determinedly set the key in the ignition and the low rumble of the engine sounded. She placed her hands on the steering wheel, taking a slow breath and calming herself. She shouldn't get excited - never get your hopes up, or they'll come crashing down once more. Someone had told her that, a long time ago. She'd taken it to heart, but sometimes you just couldn't help letting your hopes soar high.

Isi: The Doctor I saw ... it was in Costa Rica. I didn't have the time or money to go to anyone else.

She didn't mention that Doctor was her Father, nor that he had lost his right to practice a few years back. She was loyal to her Family, and she would not shame them, and so she blamed it on herself in a way as she eased Atanasia's car from the parking space. She could feel the vibrations from the low cello tones of the classical music that was on the radio, and that satisfied her for the moment. Maybe one day she'd get her hearing back ...

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The young Dona heard her vehicle pull up in front of the house and smiled softly. She decided she'd done enough work for one day, and set her pen aside, gently smoothing out the her white t-shirt as she stood from the desk, adjusting her jeans as she walked out into the hallway and to the entrance, opening the door as the two walked up the front stairs. She smiled at Isi, welcoming her with a kiss on the cheek, then greeting Anton with an easy smile. "How did everything go?"

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Trucks were parking and men unloading boxes into the house, into anywhere they could find as Anton greeted her “It went well, we have everything I should think” Anton saw one man come running with the box “This is the one you wanted yes?” Setting the box down he popped off the lid with a hammer and inside was a weapon Anton had ordered five of, one for his own use. It was simply referred to as the striker. A shotgun that had a drum rotationg clip, but was stubby

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Holding it Anton smiled under the mask, invisible to those around him as his eyes maintained their same expression and he lifted it out like a newborn child “This is for protection against anyone who would try to attack… “ Anton looked at it intensly, checking it, satisfied he said to Atanasia “We’re done”



Requesting 2 delivery trucks
Requesting 2 rackets with NPC bosses as said above in the roleplay
1 10,000 per week
1 20,000 per week
Requesting the following weapons
Horton Hunter Max 200 Compound Crossbow
4x32 Mult-A-Range Scope
Hunter Elite 4-arrow Quiver
Soundstopper Noise Killer Kit
12 Carbon strike MX Arrows
6 Hunter FX Broadheads
Horton Custom Camo Cap
Flip-Up Scope Cap
Deluxe Crossbow Sling
EX Loader cocking Harness
Deluxe Padded Crossbow Case
Oneida Eagle Talon compound bow
$1,799 X 5
MX 100 T-SHIRT UNDER VEST (TSV100)
$999 X 50
United Cutlery Uzi Tactical Throwing Knives w/Sheath
$35.99 X 20
50 AK 74's with GP 30 attachments
$600 X 50
Mossberg 12 ga.Marine w drum
$675.00 X 5
Striker 12 shotgun with 10 rd. rotating drum
$3,000.00 X 5
H & R Short Barrell Shotgun
$450.00 X 25
Glock 17
600$ X 50
Surgical kit containing: 1 Fine Point Tweezers, 1 Surgical scissors, 1 straight hemostat, 1 curved hemostat, 1 straight forcep, 1 scalpel handle, 1 single ended dental pick, 1 dual ended dental pick, 1 - 6" probe, 2 replacement scalpel blades, 1 sterile surgical suture, 1 surgical kit canvas cover, 1 disposable pen light.

Payment of 100,500 will be paid to grading admin

Requesting the NPC Isi for Atanasia

Requesting that the entire roleplay be approved with all items missed on the list because it is 2am.


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An interesting sort of literature I suppose? Got to love both of the characters, all the though "Tomas" was a bit generic and the classic, "I am unsure of how long it will take."

Both trucks and rackets approved, please roleplay collections to the respective "protected" parties.

All the weapons approved of course, some a tad bit Feudal Age may I add, but a bit more useful in clandestine/espionage spyesque work. Because of my realism schemes, you will only have to pay $97k for the damage concerning the 50% lot, because some of the items were on sale. And the weapons "missed" definately approved.

What's a doctor without his kits, what's Whiskey without distilled liquid. In other words, you may have your kit.

As for Isi, she is busy with me one sec'. Just kidding, but why not, approved.

Well I am a bit in a lousy mood, so enjoy or live with it [grading].

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