[IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]
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				Title: <strong>[IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 00:10:41</strong>
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				Rain.<br>Rain was falling over Miami in the night of 31th of July. For most people, it was a daily occurrence. Some even missed it, although most of them were simply inside a building.<br>It was real tropical rain, almost torrential but it still wasn't enough to wash the city clean.<br>But above the rain, the angels and demons waged a battle, in which humans were both mere pawns, and the big prize. Or so the homeless children in Miami knew. (http://www.miaminewtimes.com/1997-06-05/news/myths-over-miami/) Thus, they were almost the only ones who might have registered the dark shapes that seemed to fly through the rain, at the edge of people's vision and weren't there when anyone turned to look. The local ones were also the only ones that might have noticed said shapes swirling around five specific points in the city.<br>But nobody listens to homeless children. And anyway, the dark shapes didn't exist, did they?<br><br><br><div align="center">***<br></div><br>Susan was listening to a child. Her psychoanalyst would have taken notes just by watching the attention she was paying to the child's story.<br>"I'm telling you, Sue... Satan is stealing people's souls!", Paco was explaining, mixing English with copious amounts of Spanish and passing from one to the other without even realising it. "You see those guys everyday, they start doing drogas, y los maricones... change. No es como people that started drugs - their eyes are empty even when they're not high. That's 'cuz they be low now - en el infierno! Y algunas no aparecen más at the street, like, at all!"<br>At the same time, she received an SMS from "John".<br>"Think u can patch up something 4 me mañana at the show?"<br>"John" she knew only with this name, although it was more likely for him to be Paco's namesake than to really be called John. Whatever his real name, he had resorted to her services before, so they had exchanged coordinates. The guy was involved in organising illegal races, illegal pitfights, illegal dogfights... all of them things where people might get hurt-not him, of course. And if he needed her help, it was probably to prevent unwanted deaths in a dangerous competition. Bodies tended to attract flies and cops.<br>The Latin Kings, and she suspected he might be involved with them, didn't like cops.<br><br><div align="center">***<br></div><br>Emily's superior passed nearby, and she stopped to consider the fact that her real boss haven't called her in days.<br>Life wasn't bad for Emily, if a bit boring due to a general lack of attractive girls. Most of the ones in her extended company were either unattractive, in a relationship, or past lovers. But overall, life wasn't bad at all! When going to work yesterday, she had even seen an woman undressing herself in broad daylight, on the side of the traffic lane. Not that her body was anything special - Emily had little cause to be sorry the traffic didn't allow her to stop - but it was at least entertaining.<br>Life seemed to be bad for a colleague at the architects' office, though. The man was an old-timer who still insisted on using only graph paper for his projects. Usually punctual, he had seemed distracted for the last couple of days, and she had caught him staring on the picture of his family. His daughter had wonderful skin, as far as she could tell. The boy in the picture, however, was a youngster who had dressed differently to the rest of the family. Obviously, they've been unable to persuade him to replace the baggy trousers even for a family picture.<br>At the same time, she had yet to answer the e-mail from a colleague. The man seemed shy, and barely looked at her when she passed, but had also sent her an invitation for going out together and having dinner. Well, he didn't talk much.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Business wasn't going exactly well for Kelli. It wasn't that nobody needed a driver, but it seemed most people needed truck drivers more than racy ones.<br>Her friend wasn't actually helpful, either. She seemed to talk mostly about castings and how she might get invited...<br>She seemed to pause here, almost invariably, then pass to the next guy who had promised to invite her. But she definitely didn't seem uninterested in listening about business plans, or offering much help to make one. And she sure as hell didn't offer much help how to avoid racket from the Aryan Brotherhood, if she set up a small business.<br>It was then that she got a call from a guy she had met earlier. She could remember his voice, his face, that his girlfriend was two years older at 21, but not the name... ah well, whatever. He remembered her, and had kept her phone.<br>"Hey Kelli", the guy always seemed upbeat like a coke-user after sniffing. "I remembered you from a party, and your girlfriend mentioned you're into racing. I might need a driver for a job - are you free tonight? I can pay a reasonable sum for a couple hours work! You interested?"<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Maria was hating her father. Well, maybe hating on her father.<br>It's not that this hate was filling her whole existence - the hangover from last night seemed too strong to be ignored right now - but she remembered it immediately upon awaking. Hmm, she haven't gone to bed alone... where were they?<br>Probably gone, she discovered after rapidly checking the room. And probably for the better. She could scarcely remember his name now, anyway.<br>Still, she was wondering what to do. She knew there was going to be a show in Little Havana tonight - pitfighting seemed to be in vogue these days, or something. And there was going to be a party, of the hardcore-no-brakes kind, afterwards. And she had the phone of this chica she had met in the mall a couple days ago... somehow, Maria was too busy to call the last days, but she still had it.<br>Still, it seemed she was missing something from last night. That was only natural after the celebrations, of course... What was she celebrating, again? Ah yes! She had learned the name of another person who was working for her father. Well, "with" her maybe-father, she guessed, given that this Mariano guy was a Latino king, and they seemed independent. Still, it made next to no difference to her. What mattered was, the list of names she had started to gather without a set plan was getting longer and longer...<br>If only her head could stop hurting!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 01:11:00</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>A homeless shelter<br>Tending to a child.</strong><br><br>"Paco, what are they doing, though.&nbsp; What's different?&nbsp; Are they hurting people, stealing?&nbsp; More than usual, I mean."&nbsp; She handed a small bottle of multivitamins to the boy's mother.&nbsp; Adult strength, chopped into quarters.&nbsp; "Give him one a day."&nbsp; It was far better than nothing.&nbsp; He'd probably get it as directed, he was lucky, his mother gave a damn about him.&nbsp; You could tell by the way she tried to keep him clean.&nbsp; "For pain one every four hours, and he will feel it tomorrow, oh yes he will."&nbsp; A small bottle of adult extra strength Tylenol, cut into halves.&nbsp; It wasn't enough.&nbsp; But it would have to do.<br><br>Her phone buzzed, she checked it while Paco chattered on, lighter stuff about what he and the other shelter kids were up to, then tucked it away and packed her bag.&nbsp; "No more climbing walls."&nbsp; A useless warning, a waste of breath.&nbsp; "You got some nasty bruises, but not even a cracked rib.&nbsp; Blockhead."&nbsp; He just laughed, gave her a sincere "Yes Ma'am" - which he would forget in an hour, and dove into a mass of kids watching TV.&nbsp; His Mom gave her very little money, but&nbsp; more than Susan had expected, and that was a stretch for the woman.&nbsp; But Susan always took something, even if it was only a dollar bill.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was simple respect.&nbsp; If they didn't pay her for what she did, they would never respect what she did.<br><br>She packed up, slung her bag over her shoulder, and left.&nbsp; Paco had been her last real patient here, she took another look at her message as she headed out the door - and was careful to be seen looking around, the last thing she wanted was to be marked as easy prey.<br><br>A street race, she was willing to bet.&nbsp; Some real money to be made.&nbsp; Enough to pay off people who expected the usual tokens of appreciation.&nbsp; Enough to buy some supplies better than what she could get at a drug store.&nbsp; Maybe enough to get that alignment done on her car.&nbsp; She hadn't eaten, but there was always a taco truck at a race site<br><br>She walked up to her car studying reflections in the glass to check who was behind her, climbed in using the twist of her body to scan the street, and belted in, turned over the ignition, and took off for her new job site.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 06:12:02</strong>
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				Trying not to sound overly excited about a real paying job, living in Miami was not cheap, and her small bankroll wouldn’t last until the end of the month.&nbsp; “Sure I can spare a couple hours for some driving work…drop me a text with a time and place if you need me”.&nbsp; Pressing the end button on her phone, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate “finely” she thinks to herself. Her friend Lori peeks at her, her fingers continue to tap out message. “Not sure yet” smiling at Lori, “I might have a driving job later tonight” .&nbsp; “That’s great Kel…” Lori’s voice trails off as her phone chirps and her eyes move back to her phone as she pulls up the new text and starts reading it.<br><br>Kelli walks down the narrow hallway in the old worn out trailer house, careful to avoid the soft-spot in the floor that threatens to break whenever someone steps on it, to get her daypack from the bedroom before leaving.&nbsp; Pausing for a moment in thought, she goes to her side of the bed and pulls out the pistol she keeps under the mattress, shoving it in her bag. “Better to have it and not need it, then need it and not have it” she says to herself.&nbsp; Hollering down the hallway from the backdoor; “If it isn’t too late, I’ll text you later when I’m done, maybe we can meet up at the club.”&nbsp; “Sounds good Kel” Lori says, as she peeks down the hallway watching her leave. <br><br>Tossing her bag on the passenger seat, she pulls out the pistol sliding it into a holster between the driver’s seat and center council, before starting up the car and heads towards the freeway entrance.&nbsp; First a fill up, then Best Buy for a new trac phone and one of those Garmin GPS units.&nbsp; It wasn’t that she didn’t know the city well enough, it was the street names which all looked the same to her. If they only named the streets something she understood, then it wouldn’t be so confusing. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 10:03:36</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Do Mar Carioca De Silva Torres<br>A Tiny condo on the beach<br>Battling a headache</strong><br><br>In truth Maria, or Mari as she more often was called, was not entirely sure who her father was in the first place. The Man who had raised her, Inspector Torres of the Brazilian Policia Civil, was her personal hero and ,when she wasn't getting in trouble, her number one role model. However, as she grew older, she started to doubt that this man she looked up to was her father at all, instead all the signs seemed to point to her Mother's Ex Boyfriend, and the man who had her murdered. As much as she wanted to be a supercop like Inspector Torres, she could never shake the feelings of self loathing that came with knowing the kind of people her mother and probable real father were.<br><br>If she couldn't be a perfect hero though, she could at least get revenge. And go to some fun parties in the meantime, speaking of which, there was still one small detail that needed to be resolved before anything else.<br>The Naked Brazilian woman crawled out of bed, picking up the gun she had hidden under her pillow, and strolled across the tiny condominium to the refrigerator where she poured herself a drink. AHH! Much better.<br><br>Free from the headache Mari surveyed her room. What'shisface was definitely gone, and he hadn't touched anything he shouldn't have. The Condo was a tiny one bedroom setup with a balcony overlooking the beach. The room was longer than it was wide and divided down the middle by a minibar/kitchen set. The first half closest to the door was the Kitchen and Dining area, and the other half closest to the balcony was a combination bedroom and living room dominated by a large Futon and littered with dirty laundry. There was also a small bathroom and shower located on one side and a closet on the other. This condo was one of hundreds of identical units layed out in a perfect row and stacked on top of each other, in dozens of identical buildings lining the beaches of Miami. What seperated it from it's siblings was the amount of military hardware Mari had hidden in various places throughout the room as well as a few hidden booby traps and the subtle re-enforcing she had done to the walls, door, and windows of the Condo. A determined attacker could get in, but not without losing a few men in the process. Daddy, at least her legal father, would be proud.<br><br>Satisfied that her Castle was fine she placed her gun down on the counter and made breakfast, a single egg which she swallowed in almost one gulp, before taking another sip of her drink and stepping into the shower. Once the water had washed over her body, She stepped into a bikini bottom and fetched her phone from it's charger, Dialling that girl's number before getting the top.
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				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 13:17:55</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>The architects' offices</strong><br><strong>Talking with colleagues</strong><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Hmmm, well she’d better deal with Jimmy before he became a problem.&nbsp; Asking her out by email, when she was right here??&nbsp; Some guys, honestly!&nbsp; He’d hardly spoken to her, there was no chemistry whatsoever, but he seemed to feel he was expected to try or something, just because she was single.&nbsp; But it was like he was making sure he’d fail and not have to actually go through the ordeal!!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Well he was new, and only about 23 or so, and presumably hadn’t picked up the vibes that she was off-limits within the Family and its enterprises.&nbsp; He wasn’t even Italian.&nbsp; Probably – like most people – he didn’t even realise the firm was part of the Family.&nbsp; Anyway it was always best to be definite – not patronising and not leaving them hanging or thinking it might be worth pestering her.&nbsp; She went over to his desk.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Hey thanks for the invitation Jimmy; I don’t date guys from work though, sorry.”&nbsp; She softened it with a smile and moved on.&nbsp; He’d seemed almost relieved! </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Now here was Frank.&nbsp; He was a sweet guy, and looking worried about something.&nbsp; Something about his kids, perhaps, the way he was staring at the photo. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Hey Frank,” she went and stood next to him; he was someone who knew the score, so she could stand close to him to look at the photo without him taking it the wrong way.&nbsp; “Everything OK? How are the kids?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She looked at the photo: the boy had ‘trouble’ written all over him!&nbsp; All sullen and in those clothes with his trousers falling down so it was amazing he could even walk.&nbsp; He’d be into some scene that was a worry for Frank, and in Miami there was plenty of choice for that.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The girl was lovely; still at school by the look of her, small and slender with such long hair…long straight brown hair, almost to her ass.&nbsp; Such a pretty face.&nbsp; The hair said ‘feminine’ and ‘innocent’ all at once, like advertising herself but in fact barely ready for an adult kind of relationship.&nbsp; Ready for a first, tentative step perhaps?&nbsp; It made her think briefly of her own innocent adolescence back in Christchurch…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">But really she shouldn’t even think of the girl as sexy, or about stroking her fingers through that hair while cuddling her; it’d be complete cradle-snatching…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It HAD been a while though, since her last girl had been lured away by the guys.&nbsp; Not that she minded; they were SO cool with their dark suits and shades and perfect hair and shoes. What girl wouldn’t want to hang out with them at the café?&nbsp; It was a pity she herself wasn’t able to, with having to keep her connections quiet, but they were all in it together after all - rebuilding the city with these great projects like the new mall she was working on.&nbsp; Creating jobs so parents could feed their kids, revitalising neighbourhoods and overcoming the corruption and greed that so often tried to stop them.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Well it’s Sam,” Frank was replying, “I don’t know what’s got into him lately.&nbsp; He goes off and I don’t know where, though he has racecar pictures all over his bedroom walls suddenly.&nbsp; He won’t walk home from school with Chrissie any more: school finishes and he just goes off his own way, without her.&nbsp; Then he gets home late, won’t say where he’s been – it’s a worry!&nbsp; I can’t go and collect him obviously and it’s not like Chrissie can make him do anything: he’s bigger than her now.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily’s words came out on their own, it seemed like: “Oh Frank, that MUST be a worry!&nbsp; Well look, I’m off now, would you like me to pick him up for you?&nbsp; Today at least, would that help?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">They both knew Emily could come and go as she pleased, unlike Frank. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“If he likes cars, you know, he’ll like mine I think, and if we can get him home, with Chrissie, you know, maybe he’ll stay there?&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“You could call them, say I’m coming?”&nbsp; She looked at him with her smile; knowing, deep down, that she looked pretty appealing.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 00:43:47</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br></strong><br>She didn't notice Paco looking after her and shaking his head, almost as an adult. He was sad she didn't understand.<br>But Susan was a determined woman. And she soon found the address in Little Havana. It was an unused warehouse, but at the door wasn't some beat cop. No, these were some big guys that looked like bodybuilders who really got to abuse substances increasing the muscle mass.<br>She approached them.<br><br>***<br>The first punch struck a white guy's mouth just as she was entering. Blood splatters probably reached the men in the first row near the cage, Susan suspected - the man who dealt the punishment looked and was built like Tyson. Except he was much less skilled, because the guy obviously wasn't done with.<br>Then the gong for the beginning of the fight rang, and the two really went at it. The one who got struck was young, tall and nimble. He was currently backpedalling to gain time, and throwing jabs at the man who had just sucker-punched him before the beginning.<br>"John" approached her, his familiar smile squarely on his face and a gun's handle sticking out from behind the belt buckle of his pants. He was in the process of covering it with his sweater.<br>"Me allegro de verle, Doctora!", he grinned. "How about 200 bucks for the night's work? The show's free, of course", he continued in Spanish. But then he bent over towards her ear, and his voice grew serious.<br>"You only have to deal with the ones that might die if you don't help them... and you tell me if someone's going to die later. In this case, I'm going to dispense them some... healing".<br><br><br><div align="center">***</div><strong>Emily</strong><br>Frank studied her face, than sighed and drew his hand in front of his eyes.<br>"Yeah, Emily, I'd be glad if you did", the words came hard. "Sure, picking him once isn't going to help Sam... but if you could get him to talk, that would be useful! He's impressed with cars like yours, indeed".<br>He rang the school and instructed them that a colleague was going to come and get them.<br>***<br>The school was a nice one, with good fence and some guards that looked competent, Emily couldn't help but notice. <br>Sam and Chrissie, on the other hand, looked like day and night - definitely not brother and sister. And only Chrissie looked like she belonged there, with simple yet elegant clothes that showed only enough skin to make her look...interesting.<br>Sam looked like he belonged in a rap gang. Wannabe criminals, actually from middle class and above, angry at their parents... yeah. One of those would fit.<br>And of course, she was going to interrupt a discussion... only good thing was, she got close to them and was able to overhear a bit.<br>"Yeah, and I'm telling you, I'm not staying here to wait for Pa's latest conquest to pick us up!"<br>"He's not like that", Chrissie tried to defend their father. "He'd never cheat on Mom! Besides, Emily isn't like that, either! She could have picked up the boss inste... oh, good evening, Miss McPherson!"<br>Obviously, she couldn't remain unnoticed all evening. But now Sam was turning to stare at her, and he didn't seem friendly. The boy probably wanted to go wherever he used to go, and see his friend, or friends.<br>And he didn't look like he was bristling with desire to tell her their names, even if she desired to carry out the task Frank had asked her.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><strong><br>Morris, Kelli Morris</strong><br><br>The boy looked like a, well, normal 19-years-old. Except his eyes were icy blue, and he was a natural blond - a sight that was becoming increasingly rarer in Miami. Even rarer in "Little Havana" area, where the SubWay was located.<br>But endangered species or not, he was a paying customer. And he was waiting for her in front of the fast food store with a paperbag in hand. Tom- yes, his name was Tom, she remembered it now - gestured for her to open the door and hopped inside. Then he grinned with a boyish smile.<br>"We're late, missus, but I got you a lil' somethin' to eat. Would you drive? Third street from here, go left".<br>Before she had the chance to answer, he added with the same smile.<br>"500 greens, missus. I want you to drive that car for me tonight... but some people might need hurting. You ready for that?"
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				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 01:46:46</strong>
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				<strong>Maria Do Mar Carioca De Silva Torres</strong><br>Gabriela was the name. And she answered the phone on the third ringing.<br>Almost as if she was keeping it close just in case.<br>"Hi, Mari!", she greeted her before she had spoken.<br>Did Gabi have her number in her list? She should've given her her own phone, although Mari didn't remember it. Not that this wasn't a hell of a party...<br>And then the babe laughed, a bit uncertain, as if caught doing something naughty. But the sound was like that of the water in a rivulet.<br>"I didn't expect you to call already", Gabriela admitted.
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				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 02:22:45</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>A Tiny condo on the beach<br>Calling a new girlfriend.</strong><br><br>"I been finishing all the other things I was going to do super quick, so now I'm bored and resorting to asking out a loser like you."&nbsp; Mari joked in her usual way before putting the bluetooth headset into her ear and tying her top on. "Anyways Gabi, wanna go watch two hunky guys beat the <em>shit</em> out of each other tonight? I hear there's gonna be a cool party after."<br>Mari picked up the gun in one hand and the phone in the other as she walked across the room to her purse hanging on the wall near the door. Listening to Gabi's reply she, dropped the phone into the purse and checked her gun before stuffing it into the concealed holster inside and lifting the purse off it's hook.
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				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 03:21:50</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At a warehouse/ultimate fighting ring</strong><br><br>The door detail were Latin Kings, Susan was sure of it.&nbsp; And they recognized her, passed her through with grins, eyes roaming over her body, Spanish words she could pretend not to understand.&nbsp; The usual shit, she was used to it.&nbsp; But... they recognized her, and she was not sure at all how to feel about that.<br><br><br>Smacking crunch of flesh on flesh, a hard hit but a sloppy one.<br><br><br>The first fight was just heating up, two men bouncing out of their corners....nothing like the sweet science, this was quick and brutal.&nbsp; Like a real hand to hand fight.&nbsp; Susan had dealt with the aftermath of those, you bet.<br><br>This was not at all what she had expected, and she was a little pissed about it.&nbsp; Base fee for showing up, keeping her mouth shut about it, pay from whichever drivers got hurt - hopefully none, she was humane enough to hope for that.&nbsp; And of course the various patchup jobs from fights among the crowd, drunken or stoned fools doing stupid things, it would have been a good night, a very good night.<br><br>"200, John?&nbsp; 200 will get me here and keep my mouth shut about it." <em> Latin Kings.&nbsp; John is mixed up with those guys?&nbsp; He isn't showing any gang ink, and I've seen him at his poolside.</em>&nbsp; "My pay matches up with my effort, you know that."&nbsp; She pretended to watch the fight, her mind racing.&nbsp; <em>Latin Kings.&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; I'm in it now, whatever it is.</em>&nbsp; She could feel the two hardguys behind her, whether they were looking at her or not, she could feel them there.<br><br>"200, plus another hundred for everybody that badly hurt."&nbsp; John started tuning up.&nbsp; "100, John.&nbsp; I'll do it right, you know I'm worth it and I was never here."&nbsp; Her car would have to wait, but at least she could restock her kit. <em> That crack about dispensing healing, well, we'll see.<br></em>
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				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 04:32:36</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana</strong><br><br>Picking up her bag, she places it on the floor behind the passenger seat. Her eyes scan left to right checking all three mirrors then back again, deliberately remaining quiet until after she makes the left turn she scans one more time then removes her Maui Jim's'.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing over at Tom, she reflects her own sweet charming smile at him as she uses the volume control on the steering wheel to turn the radio&nbsp; down.&nbsp; "Maybe you better tell me little more about the job before I decide if 5 is enough."&nbsp; <br><br>She knew people, 'charmed ones', who could fuck up the best plan, and still manage to walk away without a scratch.&nbsp; It was a dangerous games, and she sure wasn't 'charmed'.
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				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 11:48:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Hello Chrissie, hello Sam; call me Emily, please.”&nbsp; She smiled at them, not responding to the boy’s negativity.&nbsp; At least he was actually here, for whatever reason; her car perhaps or just something different to do.&nbsp; Chrissie was smiling back – what a lovely smile - but looking nervous…she must have realised Emily would have overheard.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Better deal with it:</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I’m not doing anything with your dad Sam, don’t worry.&nbsp; I just work with him and I was leaving and…” she realised as she was speaking that ‘your dad is worried about you’ wouldn’t work in the slightest with a rebellious adolescent boy; she needed a pretext…”I have to check over my boat and we wondered if you two would be interested in coming along?&nbsp; Your dad was saying how he doesn’t get to take you out as much as he’d like.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She smiled at them, hoping it didn’t sound too made-up.&nbsp; Frank did apparently spend a lot of time visiting their mum, who was in some kind of institution long-term, though Emily didn’t know if it was a hospital or what.&nbsp; Anyway the boat was the only way she could think of to keep Sam around long enough to talk to him as Frank had asked.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“What sort of boat is it?” asked Sam, still unsmiling.&nbsp; It was a bit rude but Emily felt she had a hook in.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“It’s a cruiser,” she searched for the things a boy would tune into, “twin 350-horsepower Hondas.&nbsp; Well, a sport cruiser really I suppose.&nbsp; Forty-two feet.&nbsp; It’s quite fast.”&nbsp; He almost returned her smile, but stopped himself just in time.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">They were approaching her metallic red M3.&nbsp; Emily knew she looked expensive, altogether.&nbsp; Her clothes, makeup, car, boat…the kids were impressionable and they were impresssed.&nbsp; Really at that age - whatever they were, seventeen and fifteen perhaps she wasn’t going to alienate them by asking – they were so vulnerable.&nbsp; You could say all kinds of things to them and they’d believe you; they had so little experience to draw on, and they were so keen to learn, they just soaked stuff up. </span> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Chrissie especially seemed innocently trusting, and under the brooding truculence Sam wasn’t very different.</span> <br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She took them up to her apartment while she changed, increasing the awe factor even more, then drove to the marina.&nbsp; After making a show of checking the boat over she asked them if they’d like to go out in it and of course they did; so Emily spent the next half-hour showing off its speed, letting Sam steer for a bit, and getting him to admit he’d been going to watch street racing and talking to the racing dudes.&nbsp; What Frank could do about that Emily had no idea but it was a start for him, at least.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She couldn’t prevent herself surreptitiously ogling slender </span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">little</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Chrissie with her fabulous skin and her long hair blowing everywhere.&nbsp; Her lovely smile with that little mouth turning up at the ends, and her pale brown eyes that leaped irresistibly out of her face, alight with having fun.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">While Sam was occupied at the wheel Emily chatted with the schoolgirl, about makeup and her classes and friends and other trivialities; she was such a sweet person.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was a very pleasant time.&nbsp; Nicer than taking bad people out, putting them to sleep and sinking them a couple of miles offshore.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 17:48:00</strong>
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				<strong>Mari</strong><br>The silence was shocked.<br>"Did you, like, just call me a loser, Mari? Or am I to pretend I've misheard? And for that matter, why aren't we talking in Spanish, like decent people?"<br>Gabi didn't seem to take such words well, and was now on the offensive. And she might have missed the memo that Maria was Brazilian, or maybe thought that they speak Spanish in Brazil. The girl had seemed smart to Mari, but didn't have much book-type smarts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 18:08:13</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana</strong><br>"Hey, turn back the radio!", Tom jumped. "Not likely anybody's listening, but if they are, no need to make it easy for the pigs!"<br>The boy is looking around suspiciously. There are no vans in the vicinity, which is probably for the greater good, or he might have refused to continue.<br>However, he bends towards her ear and whispers, while she hopefully turns back the radio. His breath isn't the best of smells, but he ain't too smelly, either.<br>"I want you to drive through the foot of a guy, then run off. Use another car, if you want - I just want him unable to fight tonight! He lives nearby, and I'm going to point him to you".<br>Then he leans back, and remembers - just in time - to pop a mouth freshener pill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 18:39:55</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the illegal pitfights</strong><br>John seemed to consider her offer.<br><em>Behind them, the black fighter was pounding the other. One of his kneestrikes was so strong, that although the boy managed to put his thigh in front of his groin, he let out a weak shriek. And then the other sunk an uppercut in his stomach as well, throwing him back.<br>A left-right combo at his face made the stronger one release the boy in order to throw his arms up in defence. He even managed to catch the right, and the left probably didn't carry enough power to injure him.<br></em>John half turned to look at them, raising a hand to show he's thinking.<em><br>The black fighter simply resumed the pounding, despite the boy attempting to make him play more of a ring game. It was obvious by now that both were some kind of kickboxers. Either way, the next three kicks were to the thighs, rapidly exchanged, and the white guy seemed to hesitate, after the second one hit almost exactly the same spot. Which allowed the black guy to hit his other thigh as well, close to the knee.<br>The boy seemed to start limping.</em><br>"Good, doctora!", he assured her. "You've got a fair fee!"<br>And he waved to one of his helpers.<br>"Hey, Ricardo! Throw them the sticks before Beast has finished off the white pussie!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 20:01:35</strong>
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				<strong>Emily<br>At the yacht<br>NOT putting anyone "to sleep", at least for now :P</strong><br>As they were talking, Emily looked out to the shore. Hmm... if memory served her, one of her latest "sleep-inducement therapies" had been sunk right at this place. If he ever woke up... But that was impossible, wasn't it? Surely, the concrete around his legs wasn't going to allow him to ever reach the surface. And there were lots of crabs around here!<br>She almost shuddered, than turned her attention back to the conversation. Chrissie was complaining from the boys now.<br>"And this boy, Jake... he's a real bore! Always around me, somehow. But he never says a thing, unless I ask him, just stares at me when he thinks I'm not looking. And my best friend, Sue - she's fallen for his best friend, Levi! I can't tell what she's found in him. He's just a jock, as well - both are in the football team! How do I get her to see he's a moron? Sam's already offered to beat the lights out of Jake, but I don't want him to get... into trouble, you know? We've got a no violence policy at the school!"<br>She was looking at Emily for advice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 20:08:29</strong>
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				Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights<br><br>"You'll know where to find me, but I'll be watching."<br><br>Susan had been about to ask John to call the fight, she relaxed inwardly.&nbsp; There was a reason she had dropped everything to answer the call.&nbsp; John paid well, and was&nbsp; reasonable as far as illegal entertainment promoters went.&nbsp; The great white hope would have deep and nasty bruises, maybe bruised femurs, but no broken bones.&nbsp; If he was lucky.&nbsp; Nothing that would require her attention.&nbsp; His own crew could handle it.&nbsp; Speaking of crews... she saw a knot of cut men and beelined for them.&nbsp; Trainers who knew advanced first aid, little more than that, had medical kits that made hers look like a trauma center set.<br><br>"Damian, Jason, Urbano, good to see you again!" Mostly older men, she was the only woman among them.&nbsp; "Who's this?&nbsp; Peter, good to meet you."&nbsp; One of&nbsp; few women at the fight, in fact.&nbsp; And the only one without an escort.&nbsp; Well, the only one who didn't do her best work on her back or knees, anyway.&nbsp; But that was being catty.&nbsp; Just being with the cut men, being seen as part of their group, it helped.&nbsp; The eyes of the men watching her lifted, softened a bit.&nbsp; The solo chica blanca had a place, a role.&nbsp; She was no longer potential prey.&nbsp; Mostly not.&nbsp; She made a point of looking alert.&nbsp; She fished a bottle of Coke out of her carryall, cracked it open and drank, putting the top back on at once.&nbsp; She might have to move very fast at no notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 21:27:40</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights</strong><br>Damian acknowledged her presence with a nod, just as small holes are opened in the cage, and two young boys throw an implement of destruction into the ring. <em>The young one dives after the nunchako - the black goes for the stick that's nearby, than looks at it with some doubts. It's a rattan stick.<br>His opponent, on the other hand, looks fully familiar with his nunchako.</em><br>"Yeah, one of my students is fightin' tonight. In the catfight! You take good care of her, doctora... and I take good care of you, and watch your glass for you".<br>He sounds proud. And indeed, there are probably enough people around that wouldn't be above spiking a glass of whatever she drank.<br>Although, Susan realises, there are a few other lone women around here... sweaters seem popular among them. And they've got the Stare. The one that says "mess with me, and I'm gonna mess with you".<br>One of them even seems to be guarding a guy that looks every bit a Southern gentleman - although she's wearing an impeccable formal attire, which nonetheless allows her free movement. His armcandy sometimes looks at her in bewilderment.<br><em>In the ring, the fight now resonates with the clash of wood, and the crowd is hooting. The ends of the nunchaku are glinting, and you know it's been weighted to crush bones like watermelons.<br>The black man closes in, and wards the first attack without effort-then he hits towards the head. His opponent dives below the sweep, and hits back. Too short, too predictable - a single step is enough to avoid. Then the man reaches forward, and hits under the arc of the nunchaku, in the exposed ribs.<br>The white guy looks like he's going to fall, and the winner starts raising from his crouch, swinging for the finishing strike.<br>But guts and sheer tenacity carry the day, as the bloodied boy raises, and almost everybody loses the glinting end of the nunchaku from sight. Including his opponent, although he tries to side-step. Too slow, too late.<br>The end of the weapon crashes in the side of his head, almost inaudible over the hooting. But Susan thinks she's heard a crack.<br>Oh shit...</em><br>The almost-assured winner is down in one strike. A referee counts to 10, unnecessarily, then the "staff" (young latinos, mostly -maybe prospective members of the gang?) runs to drag the man out.<br>The winner stumbles, covered in bruises, and almost falls in the hands of his girlfriend.<br>John nods at you and goes on to pay him.<br>"Ladies and Gentlemen, and all of you in here!", announces the big black man in white suit that just got in the cage. "You can put your bets for the next fight. Take a drink, or something up your noses, while you prepare for Cherry... versus Lightning!"<br>The first name is met with hooting. The latter, with wild hooting. People look with respect.<br>And Damian is smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 21:31:38</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana</strong><br><br>He sure is jumpy, she thinks to herself, her finger slowly turns the volume up on the radio as he leans closer telling her what he is looking for.&nbsp; Her nose wrinkles a little from his breath, immediately bringing back memories of those hot summer days in lock up with 200 other women all crowed in the main common area with the AC broken. <br><br>“sounds easy enough, is he affiliated with anyone?" Thankful he popped a breath freshener.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 22:06:38</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana</strong><br>"Dunno about that", Tom shrugs. "I just don't want him getting to a fight tonight! It would cost me money, is all".<br>He seems more relaxed now that the volume is up.<br>"So, don't screw up, and don't talk about it afterwards, gal - and we'd be fine. You in? We've got something like 20 minutes before he leaves. It's a block from here, no more!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 23:12:40</strong>
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				S<strong>usan Cochrane<br>At the illegal pitfight<br>With cut men and trainers.</strong><br><br><em>Crack.</em><br><br>Even if Susan hadn't been watching, the fact that she could hear a skull give way like that over the noise told her it was bad.&nbsp; She was on the move by the time John nodded to her, she nodded back curtly and scrambled up into the ring, kneeling beside the fighter,&nbsp; peering at him.<br><br>It was as bad as she had feared.&nbsp; "Bloody hell."&nbsp; She had picked that up at her grandfathers's knee.&nbsp; The old man had thought it was hilarious.&nbsp; Her mom, not so much.&nbsp; "Right, get that backboard under him, I can't do this here, to a ready room, now, go go go."&nbsp; &nbsp;She trotted alongside him, checking his vitals, sinking like a stone.&nbsp; In a room, quieter, much quieter, closed door, AC running. "Ice that, ice it now!"&nbsp; Snapped orders at the fighters crew, they fumbled ice packs against the swelling, he had blood oh merciful God blood was coming from his nose.<br><br>The world vanished, time vanished, all she saw was a man and his wound, she snapped orders gave directions&nbsp; her hands flew, diving into her kit bag, dancing across the fighter's skull cleaning, probing, hands steady as a rock as she made small cuts to relieve pressure and she was swearing under her breath because oh God he needed a hospital he needed it now.&nbsp; And in the back of her mind she could hear and see John smiling and talking about dispensing healing.<br><br>But she made it happen.&nbsp; It cost her but she reached along his lifeline found the death angel bitch tugging on it and elbowed her in the teeth.<br><br>So to speak.&nbsp; But of all the bad hairy shit she had seen in her new life.... this got to her.&nbsp; When she sagged back, checked his vitals, found them in shouting distance of normal and as God was her witness she didn't know why he was still alive.&nbsp; Hands red halfway to the elbow in his blood, hair plastered to her skull with her sweat, and ready to kill for a one liter Coke.&nbsp; &nbsp;With vodka, you bet.<br><br>She staggered over to a sink, braced and helped by one of the fighter's crew she nodded thanks and scrubbed, scrubbed, hauled off her bloody shirt so tired she didn't give a damn who saw her small tits and shrugged into a clean one.<br><br>She gave one of John's people a dirty look.&nbsp; "He'll make it.&nbsp; He can use a hospital stay, but he'll make it without one.&nbsp; Probably."&nbsp; She looked away, he didn't exist as far as she was concerned as she started talking to his cut man and his trainer, giving directions, advice, suggesting what to buy for him - they might have better contacts than she did, might be able to actually get the stuff.&nbsp; Or maybe his sponsor would.<br><br>She'd had it.&nbsp; She staggered out of the room, wobbled back over to Damian and her friends and collapsed into a chair, barely nodding thanks to Damian as he handed her a coke.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2012-08-30 15:36:24, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 4d6 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40769)<br><br>Full Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 1, 1, 1, 5,<br>Total: 8<br>Use a point of healing to bump the five to a six, and two Fortune to buy two successes to stabilize him.&nbsp; <strong>3</strong> success total. <br><br>Based on the poor die rolls... this is taking some time.<br><br>&nbsp;E's dicebot does not love me.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 23:35:31</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Talking to the kids</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Well Chrissie,” Emily tried to think what to say, “violence is certainly NOT the solution!&nbsp; The school is quite right.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She had to pause to fight off a momentary confusion.&nbsp; After a second or two she found her smile again…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Your best friend is quite easy isn’t it?&nbsp; Easy to solve without violence.&nbsp; If there’s something concrete that she doesn’t know about Levi, you can tell her.&nbsp; Otherwise it’s her choice and you have to respect it.&nbsp; Even best friends have different tastes and that’s what it is.&nbsp; So you have to let her do what she wants and maybe she’ll change her mind when she gets to know him, if Levis IS a moron, or maybe she won’t.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily paused, making herself break eye contact with Chrissie to include Sam and stop her attraction becoming too obvious.&nbsp; Was Chrissie holding eye contact right back??&nbsp; It was hard to be sure or to stay concentrated; but she had to:</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Anyway a lot of it, or even all, is about Jake isn’t it? </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“The key to it is to understand him, okay?&nbsp; Why is he looking at you and not talking to you?&nbsp; He’s probably nervous isn’t he?&nbsp; Most likely.&nbsp; Or he’s predatory, looking to see if you can be bullied.&nbsp; Or both.&nbsp; Turning his anxiety into aggression.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Either way you confront, OK?&nbsp; Always confront.&nbsp; Never be quiet, alright?&nbsp; Never ever be quiet.&nbsp; EVER.&nbsp; If you ever do meet a predator that's what he'll be looking for, so be noisy.&nbsp; You don’t have to be stronger, physically, you use the people around you and make noise.&nbsp; Jake needs approval, from his friends and yours and everyone, so you close off the option of him doing things in secret and then he has no power.&nbsp; OK?&nbsp; Everybody needs approval, especially people in teams.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So pick a time and place when lots of people are around and go up to him and say, quite loudly, ‘why are you always looking at me Jake?’</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“What’s he going to say?&nbsp; ‘Cos you’re gorgeous’?”&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily tried to stop it sounding like she herself was saying that.&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; How had it come out?&nbsp; She put on a grin to get out of it.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“He’s going to say something stupid, like try and make a joke, or more likely he’s going to say he’s NOT looking at you.&nbsp; Then, anyway, everybody’ll be watching to see if he does watch you.&nbsp; If he does his mates will take the piss. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Remember it’s about status, OK?&nbsp; You’re beautiful, you’re the one with the status.”&nbsp; Shit, she’d done it again…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“He’s trying to GET status by attaching himself to you, so you have a lot of power, alright?&nbsp; If you’re scornful in front of his mates you can crucify him.&nbsp; So just confront him.&nbsp; Close off the secret option and make it all totally public.&nbsp; Don’t actually crucify him, just make it clear that you could.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She wrestled her eyes away from Chrissie’s face with the strands of long hair blown across it, looking beyond fabulous, and looked at Sam:&nbsp; “And don’t you get involved Sam.&nbsp; Every pretty girl has to learn how to be assertive and this is Chrissie’s time.&nbsp; Though it’s very cool that you’re there for her.&nbsp; But in the background, alright?”</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 23:59:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily<br>On the boat<br>Talking to the kids</strong></span><br>Chrissie frowned, trying to make sense of what she had heard. Sam was, as always, more direct.<br>"But it would be easier if I just beat the crap out of him!", he rumbled. "Wouldn't be the first who thought a couple years older make him tougher. Solves it all, I can tell you!"<br>His sister looked at him disapprovingly.<br>"You told me you're not going to fight anyone!"<br>"Remember that creep, Vanya?", Sam spit out, his hands still on the wheel. "Remember how he was staring at your tits all the time?"<br>He shrugged.<br>"You do what you want, sis. If you want, do as she says. I'll be there if it doesn't work!"<br>Chrissie looked dumb-struck, looking at her brother as if she was seeing him for the first time.<br>"Vanya? He was a full 5 years bigger than you, little brother! Don't tell me you fought him!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 00:42:54</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the illegal pitfight<br>With cut men and trainers.</strong><br>Then she looked and realised it wasn't Damian, it was Urbano. Gosh, she was still in that back room, wasn't she?<br>"It's a clean drink, kid", Damian smiled from Urbano's other side.<br>"I saw what you did", Urbano added. Not the talkative type, this guy. "You saved the boy's life, pretty much. He's my sister's son, although he fights too dirty at times... but if you need me, call me. I'll come to help".<br>The old greying trainer looked like more fat than muscle now, but she knew there was still lots of it under the fat. In fact, rumours said last year someone had tried to mug him with a gun. It hasn't worked - although he had had to resort to some connections later to make sure that wouldn't start a vendetta of some sort.<br>In the meantime, she noticed the amazon bodyguard was looking at her. And she was smiling.<br>It was right then that the big Afroamerican from before got in the cage again.<br>"We saw two guys fighting like mad dogs already, and we're but beginning! But now, the change of tone everyone was waiting for... the CATFIGHT!"<br>Two women were rapidly approaching, in gowns. One of them was in black with white dragons.<br>"You know her. You love her. She's wild black fury come alive! She's LIGHTNING!"<br>The chick let her assistant pull the gown off her shoulders. And she flashed a smile at the crowd, before turning and raising her guard.<br>"And the newcomer... Cherry!", the man added, on his way out. He pushed the assistant with the red and blue gown out of the cage, since the boy was too slow to clean the way up, and roared.<br>"Let the fight begin!"<br>The doors closed with a metallic sound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 02:25:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6838961#msg6838961">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 30-08-2012, 17:48:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari</strong><br>The silence was shocked.<br>"Did you, like, just call me a loser, Mari? Or am I to pretend I've misheard? And for that matter, why aren't we talking in Spanish, like decent people?"<br>Gabi didn't seem to take such words well, and was now on the offensive. And she might have missed the memo that Maria was Brazilian, or maybe thought that they speak Spanish in Brazil. The girl had seemed smart to Mari, but didn't have much book-type smarts.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong><br>Mari<br>A Tiny condo on the beach<br>Kind of disappointed</strong><br>Mari did a double take. Not only did this girl have no sense of humor, she didn't even know the difference between Spanish and Portuguese. What a bummer. "&lt;I'm sorry I only speak Portuguese and English, I came to America legally you see.&gt;" She joked in her native tongue, half hoping the two languages were different enough that the other girl wouldn't understand she had been insulted again, and half not caring. She waited a few moments for Gabi to wonder what she just said before replying in English again. "I said I'm sorry I was just kidding, and I don't speak Spanish because I'm from Brazil, where we speak Portuguese. Do you want to come see this fight or not?" She tied her shoes, pulled on her Semitransparent raincoat, garbed her purse, and stepped outside into the rain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 02:32:01</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana<br>~Strip Mall</strong><br><br>Putting her Maui Jim's back on, “lets do this, but first we need a car”.&nbsp; She takes the next right, her feet dance on the accelerator and clutch as she heads down the side road in search of a car. After driving several blocks, though a residential area with houses lining the street, all with dirt or brown grass in the yard and in various need or repair, she shifts down and makes a rolling right turn at a stop light onto a busier road.&nbsp; A couple blocks later, she sees what she is looking for,&nbsp; putting on her blinker on, she slides into the middle lane, then rolls though a yellow light into the parking lot for a decent sized strip mall with a 24/7 grocery store anchoring the south end. <br><br>Driving slowly along the back rows of the parking lot&nbsp; she spies a dark green Pontiac G6 with tinted windows and pulls into an open spot a couple parking spaces away.&nbsp; Deciding to leave the gun in its holster, she opens the door pulling out her hoodie from behind the drivers seat as she moves to back of her car.&nbsp; Opening the hatch scanning for possible danger she puts on the hoodie zipping it up half way.&nbsp; She sees people walking around the entrance way to the stores, maybe 60 yards away; a couple to their left walking hand-in-hand towards their car, they don't seem to even notice her; no light bars of security or cop cars patrolling the parking area. <br><br>Lifting up the rug that covers the spare tire, she pulls out small bag holding a screw driver, ignition punch, wire splicer, and spare ignition with her right hand. Her left hand pulls out a the slim jim.&nbsp; She pulls the hatch down, taking another quick scan, she walks confidently towards the G6, kicking her door closed as she passes it.&nbsp; Tom falls in next to her moving to thepassenger side of the G6 as she points at it with her chin.&nbsp; Approaching the driver side door, one last look, nothing seems to be out of place, she slides the slim jim between the window and door fishing around for several seconds before pulling opening the lock.&nbsp; Sliding the slim jim free, she opens the door, using the electric lock to open the door for Tom .<br><br>Not wasting time looking for threats, the crime already committed, nor does she feel a need for speed or panic, she lays the slim jim on the floor, hoping she wont have to crack the steering column to splice in a new ignition.&nbsp; She opens the bag pulling out a short steel bar about a foot long, one end tapering to a point, and a hammer.&nbsp; She presses the pointed end into the ignition, and wackes the end of the bar with her hammer several times forcing it into the ignition.&nbsp; Laying the hammer back in the bag, she grips the steering wheel pulling hard to the right with her left hand as her right grip the steel rod forcing it up and down&nbsp; slowly trying to free the steering wheel lock. It pops loudly as it releases.&nbsp; Cranking on the bar, she loosens it, slides it into the bag, and grabs her flat nose screw driver. Sliding it into the torn up ignition, she twists it forward until the car turns over starting up.<br><br>Her right hand reaches up over her left shoulder, pulling the seat belt down and clicking it in place,&nbsp; scanning the mirrors, she puts the car in reverse, backing up, then sliding it into drive, she presses firmly on the glass driving towards a side exit.&nbsp; &nbsp;Smiling she feels her heart rate pulse a little faster as she looks over at Tom,&nbsp; "where to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 02:54:20</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>With Cut men and trainers.</strong><br><br>"Thank you Urbano.&nbsp; Damian, thank you too."&nbsp; Susan didn't drain it in one gulp, but it was a fight.&nbsp; <br><br>"Urbano,"&nbsp; She hesitated, but Urbano knew the score he had seen the blow.&nbsp; "He, he's not gonna be the same.&nbsp; Even in a hospital, full physical therapy, he'd have a hell of a time coming back from that.&nbsp; He'll never fight again.&nbsp; He'll be lucky to, shit, you saw it."&nbsp; The tough old bird's assurance of help just made her feel guilty, he meant every word, she knew it.<br><br>She noticed the bodyguard was smiling at her.&nbsp; Well, word of the sort of thing she had just pulled off always got around.&nbsp; She found herself cheering up quite a bit.&nbsp; She felt her face heat, and raised her glass to the woman with a smile of her own.&nbsp; Oh yes, her gaydar was certainly getting pingbacks.<br><br>And another fight was announced.&nbsp; She blinked in surprise, thought she had missed it, but then she grimaced.&nbsp; John at work, holding the action long enough to keep the crowd on edge wondering if the fighter would live or die.&nbsp; She glanced at her watch.&nbsp; It hadn't taken that long to save him at all.&nbsp; Just like&nbsp; in a firefight, time could go nuts.<br><br>"Your girl, Damian."&nbsp; Rather wearily, she pulled her carryall closer with her feet. <em> Please God, not another one. </em> She examined the fighters with a bit more than professional interest.&nbsp; Neither could deliver the sheer force of a big male fighter, but that didn't mean they couldn't do damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 03:22:14</strong>
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				<strong><br>Mari<br>A Tiny condo on the beach<br>Kind of disappointed</strong><br>The silence in the phone got long. When she spoke, Gabi was much meeker.<br>"I'm sorry...", she said, and she sounded like she meant it. "I'm not up on my geography classes. Would you pass to take me to this place you mentioned before?"<br><br>***<br><br>When Maria arrived, Gabi was wearing a simple black and red outfit - black t-shirt without any picture on it, red silk pants that reached her ankles, the bottom ends of the shirt were tied off to uncover the belly button. Accidentally, it also made her tits seem like they wanted to pop out.<br>This was coupled with bloodred lipstick and black eyeliner. Either she was in a Goth phase, or she really liked the colours, and knew they suited her well.<br>Given that her umbrella was also black, it was probably the former.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 04:49:29</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>With Cut men and trainers.</strong><br>Urbano just shrugged. It was part of the score that he knew. For tonight, the boy was alive, at least!<br>"Yeah, Cherry's a nice gal!", Damianos laughed. "She's rather strong, although it's not obvious!"<br>"Not unless you look at her hips, that is", Urbanos added over his shoulder, raising to go away. Damianos looked at him in surprise, than laughed.<br>"I always forget how cagey the old fox can be...oh, that's it! Lightning always starts out like this!"<br>The black<br>The door had opened, and another couple Latinas entered. One of them was wearing nothing but wet underwear, as if travelling under the rain, and rather heavy shoes to contrast it. Well, actually, these were more like daisy dukes than bikinis, but still!<br>The other one was in black and red tones, including... was that black eyeliner? She handed a semi-transparent raincoat back to the other girl, then bowed to her ear and said something.<br>And both of them were stunning, and very much...saliva-inducing.<br>But at the same time, Cherry was assaulting the Asian chick with a rain of blows, so for many, and especially the ones with any bets, their arrival went virtually unnoticed. The Southerner seemed among the most interested; maybe his bet wasn't that big.<br>Suasn's gaydar didn't just ping, it broke the scale and tried to jump through the roof.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 05:05:52</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana<br>Traffic accident and shoot-out</strong><br>Tom whistled approvingly.<br>"That was fast! Drive a couple streets to the south."<br>She did as she was told, and Tom, grinning like a maniac, told her to move in a sidestreet.<br>"Stop here. Target's going to come out of that door over there", he instructed her, pulling out a picture.<br>There were two black men that came out, though. The taller one was obviously heavily muscled under the rather heavy coat. The other one was sporting a lighter leather jacket.<br>Were these guys insane, or did they fear the rain so much? There was nobody to answer that. Tom, however, nodded at her.<br>"There, miss... the taller nigger that's all dressed not to freeze up. Hah!"<br>As soon as she moved, the taller one turned his head towards them, then moved to say something at the other one. She accelerated, moving towards him, and winked as he did a cartwheel, passing in front of the moving car.<br>However, he had Kelli behind the wheel, and not some amateur. She swerved, and hit his foot with the rear wheel, knocking him over. The sound of breaking bones was followed by a shriek.<br>The other man has pulled in the other direction and was pulling out a gun that looked big enough to be illegal. Then he aimed coolly, and opened fire.<br>The first shot broke the window near Kelli's head, and she sunk even lower in her seat.<br>Maybe she was praying now. Maybe she had forgotten how.<br>"Filhos da puta!", the man shouted, and dropped down as Tom turned back and opened fire with a small, silvery gun he had seemingly pulled out of nowhere. The man was struck, and sank to the ground, or maybe dropped for better cover.<br>Then she saw in the rear mirror that he did something with his gun, and the weapon started to shoot like a fully automatic one. At least a dozen shots were flying their way. Tom was shot in turn, and her seat was shredded, but the bullets thankfully missed the head. Then Kelli saw an opening, and swerved, so now the shooter didn't see them at all.<br>Tom's return shot had gone wide, too, and he sank in his seat, clutching the wound near his neck.<br>"Bastard nigger sonuvabitch!", he cursed. "Apologies for the foul language, miss! The fuc...he got me, though!"<br>He didn't seem in danger of dying, although he was bleeding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 05:42:43</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana<br>parked on a side street</strong><br><br>She drives on for a couple more minutes, always working her back towards the parking lot where she left her car. Always making a series of lefts and rights at random streets to elude any that might take up pursuit. She eases the car over to the side up against the curb, quickly taking her hoodie off and pulling her shirt up over her head.&nbsp; Rolling it up, she hands it to Tom, “this should help with the bleeding”.&nbsp; <br><br>She quickly runs her hands over her smooth tan stomach, sides, and then leaning forward to quickly check as much of her back as she can for any signs of catching a bullet or shrapnel. Her simple black bra securely holds her cell phone next to her left breast.&nbsp; She was 80 percent sure they weren't being followed, but also knew if some goody-goody called the police after hearing the gunfire, police could possibly be flooding the area any minute.<br><br>She can feel Goosebumps on her forearms, the beating of her heart against her neck, she takes a long deep breath, letting it out slowly, savoring the sensations of being free. Prison wasn't for her, this is what she savored, this was living.&nbsp; “Born Free” she whispers to herself, testing the sound of it. Maybe a new tattoo or decal.&nbsp; A smile coming to her lips as she puts her jacket back on. Almost wishing to hear sirens in the distance so she could run; this car wouldn't do, a real car.&nbsp; Pressing the accelerator down, the car takes off towards the parking lot.&nbsp; “We need to ditch this heap” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 05:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6841766#msg6841766">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 31-08-2012, 03:22:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The silence in the phone got long. When she spoke, Gabi was much meeker.<br>"I'm sorry...", she said, and she sounded like she meant it. "I'm not up on my geography classes. Would you pass to take me to this place you mentioned before?"<br><br>***<br><br>When Maria arrived, Gabi was wearing a simple black and red outfit - black t-shirt without any picture on it, red silk pants that reached her ankles, the bottom ends of the shirt were tied off to uncover the belly button. Accidentally, it also made her tits seem like they wanted to pop out.<br>This was coupled with bloodred lipstick and black eyeliner. Either she was in a Goth phase, or she really liked the colours, and knew they suited her well.<br>Given that her umbrella was also black, it was probably the former.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Mari<br>Outside Gabi's apartment<br>Picking up her date</strong><br><br>Mari's bike stopped in front of Gabi's place and playfully revved the engine with the clutch off, Making a noise like an angry Jaguar. "I don't think that Umbrella will work on my bike." She called to her date. "Maybe If I take off my raincoat and put it on you?" She stood up and handed the garment to Gabi.<br>Once the two girls were situated Mari kicked the engine into gear and Sped off down the&nbsp; slick wet streets. Mari loved riding her bike like this, the Vibrations from the motor pressing into her bare thighs and against her crotch, the feeling of a cute girl (or guy, although they usually preferred to provide there own rides most of the time) pressing her tits into her back. Heck even the warm rain was nice.<br><br>After a few minutes Mari made it to Little Habana and slowed down the pace a bit as they rolled into the lot with the warehouse where the fight was taking place. Mari was just close enough with the Kings to be on the list and waltzed right on in with her date.<br>Inside the warehouse the catfight had just started. "Oh man! Just in time!" She shouted to Gabi as they pushed there way through the crowd.<br><br>Mari had retrieved her raincoat and shuffled her arms into the sleeves, but left the front open to show off her body. She was wearing a white and blue bikini top with a pair of daisy dukes and some heavy duty sneakers with low socks which made her look kind of bottom heavy. It was an outrageous outfit, but not unusual in Miami, not in a place like this. And anyways, the rain would dry off it faster than more conservative clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 08:22:47</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana<br>parked on a side street</strong><br>"Yes, we need to", he nods enthusiastically while climbing in the car. "But you did very well! We might have more work for you in the future... heh! Remember how he went down? In, hit him, and out with guns blazing!"<br>Tom was grinning all the time like a maniac, while pressing her shirt to his wound and using a switchblade to cut a strip, which he then put over it. He started texting while she drove, then turned to her.<br>"Any chance you might know a doctor? I could spare a couple hundred more. I'd prefer one nearby, but I'd pay for getting me to any doctor, long as he's competent and discrete", he added almost as an afterthought. "If not, how much for driving me to Omni?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 10:12:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily sighed.&nbsp; The boy was full of hormones.&nbsp; Chrissie..she REALLY hoped Chrissie wasn’t going to be impressed.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Listen,” she started, “there are lots of different worlds you can live in.&nbsp; Even just here in Miami.”&nbsp; She reached for the wheel so that Sam gave way, then shut the engines off so that the sudden silence would give her words weight.&nbsp; She turned and faced them; all quite close as the boat slowed and rocked gently on the slight swell, in the fresh sea breeze.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“You have your lives to live, seventy years, whatever, and you can choose where to live them and the kind of people you have around you.&nbsp; Depending on the choices you make.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“There’s a world, here in Miami, where people are nice to each other, polite, they help and support each other, smile.&nbsp; They have good jobs that are pleasant to do, they live in clean streets, with grass and trees.&nbsp; &nbsp;Women and small people do as well as the big men.&nbsp; Do people in this world hit each other?&nbsp; No they do not.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Or, right next door, there’s a world where people don’t negotiate they struggle with each other.&nbsp; They don’t cooperate.&nbsp; They hurt each other.&nbsp; They hit each other instead of talking.&nbsp; Big guys beat little guys.&nbsp; Guys beat women.&nbsp; Some people even watch other people fight, and enjoy it, watching people damage each other.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“And now Sam you’re making choices.&nbsp; You can choose to be sophisticated and talk to people and negotiate and live in a good world with nice people, OR… you can start hitting people, get hit by people, get arrested, get damaged, and live in the shit world where all that happens and…”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Fuck.&nbsp; She stopped in mid-flow.&nbsp; What was she doing?&nbsp; She wasn’t their parent was she?&nbsp; Normally all this would be told over years of them growing up, anyway.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and smiled at them.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">”Alright, well, think about it okay?&nbsp; Chrissie if someone’s staring ar your tits just ask him why, OK?&nbsp; Loudly, so people look.&nbsp; That’s all it takes.&nbsp; Don’t be quiet.&nbsp; No not people look at her tits Sam!!&nbsp; Hahaha! You need an outlet for your energy, seriously; you should talk to your dad about it.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh and don’t talk about people in the third person when they’re there, it’s rude.&nbsp; Saying ‘she’ referring to me, I mean, like you did, alright?”&nbsp; She smiled again at Sam.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was time to shut up.&nbsp; And head back.&nbsp; She turned and restarted the engines.&nbsp; “Would you like to steer for a bit, Chrissie?”&nbsp; Emily would sit next to her, just in case.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 11:11:31</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>With GF, at the door to the illegal pitfights.</strong><br>"I see you're close with interesting people", she whispered. "There wouldn't be problems, right?"<br>Then she turned to the<br>"Oh! Fighting women", Gabi applauded. "Girl power, ladies! MAKE HER EAT THAT CROSS!"<br>The last three strikes Flash had thrown at the other girl have been two hooks and an uppercut... and she was pressing, but the Asian Cherry didn't flinch while keeping her distance and getting the strong ones on her hands and shoulders.<br><br><strong>Mari<br>With GF, getting deeper in the crowd to the illegal pitfights.<br>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight, with Cut men and trainers.</strong><em><br>As the two newcomers advanced through the crowd, Cherry jumped forward, with her centre low, and grabbed Flash on the shoulders and neck. Surprised, Flash tried headbutting her, but the other girl just went low on her, and grabbing her legs, pushed her to the ground.<br>There was an audible "thump".</em><br>Outside the ring, the Southerner waved to one of his men. He approached the two women, just as Flash kicked out, and kicked again, managing to sink her toes in Cherry's exposed midsection. The Asian almost doubled, but then simply fell on her midsection, knees first, and lashed with a hammerfist towards her face. Flash moved her head and only got struck in the shoulder.<br>"Mr. Nix-junior would like to invite you on his table", he waved at the rich man, currently only escorted by three men and an woman in expansive suits. All of them were fit, athletic, and rather on the big side. All of them had rather practical clothes, though no doubt rich.<br>The man was looking at the fight. <em>Cherry was currently trying to strangle her opponent, alternating the attempts with hits under Flash's ribs.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 11:26:57</strong>
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				<strong>Emily<br>With kids<br>At the yacht</strong><br>"Oh really? So if I want to live in a nice world, I've gotta talk when some jerk's trying to grope her tits? You know where to..."<br>Sam stopped, and this was clearly a supreme exertion of his will. Then he smiled at her, but there was no longer any joy in the smile.<br>"Sorry if I've been rude, miss. You're not a jerk, you just don't understand the real world out there! But I've gotta cool off. You let Chrissie steer it! And that reminds me, I've got where to put my energy to use. I'd be there now if you haven't come!"<br>He went out of the cockpit, and looked at the sky. The raindrops were falling on his face, as he walked near the rails, gripping them with all his might.<br>Chrissie almost had a tear in her eyes, but she blinked it away. And she didn't move away when the other woman got close.<br>"He needs some time alone", she said in a low voice. "Now, miss Emily", she looked at her, still not moving away, " would you show me how much can I move that wheel without toppling the whole boat over?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 15:40:58</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily made herself give up on Sam for the time being; nobody had been groping any tits as he’d claimed, but she’d WAY overdone being his mum already!&nbsp; No wonder Chrissie was calling her ‘Miss’ Emily’!&nbsp; Like a nanny for God's sake!&nbsp; Which was absolutely not the relationship she wanted with her.&nbsp; Christ.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Here in the flesh Chrissie was so irresistible all Emily’s misgivings about cradle-snatching had gone right out of the window.&nbsp; Now she just wanted to unwrap her; take all the clothes off her gorgeous little body; take her own clothes off and be naked with her; lie down with her; kiss her all over; stroke her all over; fondle and caress her; then finally give her a wonderful orgasm: stroke, nibble and lick her innocent pussy - at least it felt as though it would be innocent – then gently frig her until she came, beautifully.&nbsp; Let her recover for a minute and then invite her to do the same back, her amazing hair draped over everywhere, until she herself came long and hard for this gorgeous, gorgeous girl.&nbsp; Then they would relax together, with their arms round, and be SO close…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">God she had so nearly sniffed her hair! </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Mmmm, and that was partly because Chrissie was just very slightly closer that she strictly needed to be…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She was right there, and only – what? – five feet one or two.&nbsp; The top of her head just at nose level…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Here, like this...” Emily put a hand on the wheel, next to Chrissie’s, and turned the wheel a little, then back again.&nbsp; She’d let her hand just touch Chrissie’s, and Chrissie hadn’t moved hers away.&nbsp; Emily left her hand there, unnecessarily.&nbsp; So did Chrissie.&nbsp; The edges of their hands just touching.&nbsp; Oh.&nbsp; Had Chrissie just increased the pressure a tiny bit?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So it sounds like you don’t have a boyfriend at the moment, Chrissie?&nbsp; To fend these guys off?”&nbsp; Really, it was no wonder there was a disorderly queue!!&nbsp; And Emily couldn’t help starting to wonder if the reason for that absence of boyfriend might be rather a wonderful reason… </span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 16:44:19</strong>
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				<strong>Emily<br>At the yacht<br>Alone with a girl</strong><br>Was a tremble in her hand that Emliy had felt?<br>"No", the girl laughed melodically. "I'm still living through leaving the last one. He was cute, and charming, and he charmed... not only me! I didn't even believe it at first, when they told me".<br>Her lips curved in an ironic smile as she shrugged. Emily, however, could sense that her hand at the wheel had tensed beyond... well, maybe not beyond what could be expected of a young girl. It all depends on the topic of the conversation, or so they said.<br>"I think that's why Sam might be trying so hard to protect me...", she added thoughtfully. "And you, miss Emily? Isn't a husband going to object to you spending so much time with your colleague's kids? Someone oughtta have snatched you already!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 17:01:20</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana</strong><br><br>“I seem to recall”, thinking for a moment, “I can’t remember her name, but there is a girl that sometimes hangs around the races and fights.”&nbsp; The name&nbsp; eluding her, “anyways, one of the drivers told me she has skills, and is discrete”.&nbsp; <br><br>She rolls to a stop at a 4-way, taking a look at Tom, making sure he isn’t going to pass out, it appears to her that the adrenalin might be wearing off and he will defiantly need something to ease the pain. Switching cars was uneventful, but she still knew it was still too soon to be completely sure they got away.<br><br>“If you want, we can swing by the fights, maybe she’s there”.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 17:35:41</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Little Havana</strong><br>"The fights? Eh", he frowns. "That might be dangerous tonight, if they have our description, Miss! Any way you can call her out? Or if she can tell you about someone else..."<br>He frowns as the car passes a bump. It obviously hurts him, but he's probably behaving as he imagines a true macho should.<br>For now, he's pulling it off, too.<br>"And I'm not sure I've got much time to look for her. It's either she coming out quickly, or it's going to be Omni!"<br>He winces.<br>"I'm just sorry we ain't got a car with darkened glasses...", he adds, almost to himself. "Then we could go to Omni without even needing anyone!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 17:38:40</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>With Cut men and Trainers, intently watching the fight<br></strong><br>Susan was all business.&nbsp; Well of course the sight of two scantily clad sleekly muscled lightly oiled up young women pounding the crap out of each other had a visceral attraction, but she was gauging the damage flying back and forth, estimating what each fighter's crew would have to deal with.&nbsp; <br><br>But she was mostly business.&nbsp; Mostly.<br><br>Cherry was a rookie, all could tell.&nbsp; Young, fast, strong, lots of potential, what would she be like once she hit her stride?&nbsp; A choke hold like that was hard to get out of.&nbsp; And potentially deadly if Cherry's blood was up, if she didn't let go soon enough.&nbsp; John had made a vague job offer of a more permanent gig as his pet medic for his fights and races.&nbsp; She'd turned him down, the audience this stuff drew wouldn't have liked the way she would have stopped fights. <br><br>&nbsp;Like this one, maybe.&nbsp; She lunged out of her seat and scrambled around the pit to Flash's corner, yelled at her crew.&nbsp; "If Cherry gets that hold locked solid, call the fight!&nbsp; She's a rookie, her blood is up, she'll kill Flash without meaning to!"<br><br><strong>Edited to match Thufir's edited post.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 18:16:44</strong>
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				Kelli Morris<br>In Route to Omni<br><br>Thinking for a moment, “I agree” looking over at Tom, “I don't think we should chance the fights”&nbsp; it wouldn't be hard to connect the dots, if not tonight, later if he showed up with a bullet wound.&nbsp; And she definitely didn't want to be one of those dots when people started putting them together. <br>As she feared the adrenalin and shock from being shot was fading, at least the blood isn't gushing out.&nbsp; Not one for indecision, right or wrong, he was leaving the decision up to her. “lets go to Omni”, she takes the next left and pushes her car as fast as traffic will allow towards the freeway.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>“maybe you better tell me the address in case you pass out”.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 18:47:08</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>With Cut men and Trainers, intently watching the fight<br></strong><br>They looked at her, than her trainer-or was it older brother?-nods. Negatively.<br>"No can't do, lady... only they stop it. And Flash's been in worse situations, you just watch how she's going to slap that bitch's ass!"<br>"Don't worry, though", Damien intervened. The old dog had followed the mad doctor in case she needed back-up. "Cherry's Nix's fighter. He's going to call her off, and she obeys him! Dunno what he's done to her, but she was looking up to him since the day he brought her to me..."<br>He attempts to take Susan's arm and lead her away from the boys. It doesn't seem like they appreciate her interruption.<br>"I think he didn't know what treasure he dropped in my lap. Eh, figuratively, of course!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 19:02:03</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>In Route to Omni<br></strong><br>He looks at her and smirks while texting again.<br>"Grand Doubletree, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Grand_Doubletree) in the parking lot. A car will take me from there, don't you worry! And it's right next to the Omni Mall... you don't have much malls in this city".<br>He leans back and goes to the backseat, rummaging through whatever items of clothing are still there.<br>"Just beware of pigs... they might be more alert now. Here", he hands her some bills. All brand-new, 100$ bills.<br>"Your pay, and another hundred. Take me there alive, and you get more!"<br>They were now near the North-western 22nd Avenue, approaching the Toll road. Tom looked up at her.<br>"I'll play drunk", he announced after waving a bottle. "Can't expect the drunk guy to get up, and he's naturally bloodied in the face!"<br>That might, just might, give them a chance with a less perceptive LEO. But Kelli remembered something she had heard.<br>Miami had one of the best police forces in the US.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 19:08:34</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>Being brought to heal by an older, calmer man with better sense than she has</strong><br><br>Susan sagged in Damian's grip.&nbsp; He was right, of course.&nbsp; All of them were, only the referee - to use the term very loosely - could stop a fight like this.&nbsp; It was part of the "charm" of the event.&nbsp; "If she hears him.&nbsp; If her mind gets the message."&nbsp; She was watching the grunting, twisting, grappling pair in the pit, a violent bloody parody of what she would happily have done with either of them.&nbsp; Or both of them.&nbsp; The thought didn't lighten her mood.<br><br>She dropped into her seat, searched for that lovely bodyguard, saw her, the look on her face, the lust that was almost but not quite bloodlust.&nbsp; Typical for a spectator to a catfight.&nbsp; A look she had worn herself a few moments ago.&nbsp; Her eyes cut back to Cherry who had a light of triumph in her eyes.&nbsp; Flash wasn't quite panicking, but she was getting ready to pull something wild.&nbsp; Susan had been wrong before, but she didn't think the fight would last much longer. <em> Don't kill her, Cherry.&nbsp; You have no idea what that will do to you.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 19:40:11</strong>
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				<strong>Susan, Maria<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>Meanwhile, or Simultaneous Interlude...</strong><br><em><br>The battle was on the floor. The two were rolling, almost all spectators were hooting like mad, while Cherry was gripping Flash's torso with her knees, slowly stopping the airflow until she could get to the neck to impede the bloodflow.<br>Then all would end real quick, real fast.<br></em>Only Nix, Cherry's sponsor, didn't seem interested, looking at the two newcomers.<br><em>Luckily, she had to look elsewhere, or the sight of his disinterest would have hurt her worse than the numerous, but weak strikes Flash was attempting. Cherry had the dominant position, and didn't care, although she took as many as possible on her big muscles.<br>Actually, she was so secure in her dominance, that even risked to take a second from securing her stranglehold. She looked for Nix... but only found the back of his head.</em><br>Time almost stopped for a moment.<em><br>Then Cherry turned around, and moved out of synch with the smaller, weaker girl, getting to the edge. Flash, true to her ring name, flashed a series of kneekicks, which didn't do much, but Cherry was now moving to avoid them, as if they could hurt her!<br>Flash rolled to the opposite side. Cherry had moved too much to the side, and she ended up facing an enraged and unrestrained, although hurting, Flash.</em><br>And then John whistled and waved his hand, attracting his attention. The man's whistle could probably break glasses.<em><br>The holes in the cage opened, and a pair of light chains were thrown inside, closer to Flash. She ran for them.<br>On the other side, there was something that looked like a shield, but was probably a garbage can lid. Rolled on it was a short...something.<br>Cherry moved to get them. It turned out a shield and a short whip. She blinked, while Flash was already on her. That wasn't the long bullwhip, which can accelerate a metal ball beyond the sound barrier! No, it was merely 3 meters long, and sure as hell could leave scars, but not break any bones.</em><br>"Flash is still the favourite", Damien whispered in Sue's ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 20:11:21</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>At the Illegal pitfights<br>Going to see Mr, Nix-Junior</strong><br>Mari's attention was pulled away from the fight to the man in front of them. "The both of us?" She asked with a carefully calculated mixture of hesitation and interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 20:25:30</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>At the Illegal pitfights<br>Going to see Mr, Nix-Junior</strong><br>The expensive suit looked at her in disbelief.<br>"Of course! It would be crass to separate two friends, wouldn't it? Mr. Crass-Junior isn't a person that would do that! If course, if you're not such good friends, I might ask which one he'd rather talk to... is that what you want?"<br>His tone seems only slightly mocking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 20:35:22</strong>
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				Kelli Morris<br>Toll Road<br><br>Taking the bills, she folds them with one hand and slips them into her bar.&nbsp; Her eyes scan the approaching toll entrance picking out one of the pay lanes; she pulls in behind a pickup truck.&nbsp; She checks her seatbelt, making sure it is secure, and then digs out a handful of change, counting out $1.25 in quarters for the toll.&nbsp; <br><br>She was still unsure about Tom, originally thinking he was a ‘wannabe gangster’, but he sure wasn’t scared to use his gun when the need arose.&nbsp; He had people, but just much influence did he or they have.&nbsp; He was defently a step or two above those who wanted to play gangster.&nbsp; <br>Well her first order of business now was to get him to the double tree safely, if she could that, chances were good there would be other jobs.<br><br>Quickly rehearsing a story in her head: my bf, drunk, thought he could beat up two bikers, taking him home to his mom.&nbsp; If she needed more, then it was probably time to hit the gas and run for it.&nbsp; The bad thing about toll roads, she thinks, the only place you can get off is at the exits.&nbsp; <br><br>The pickup in front of her pulls up to the booth, she slowly rolls up behind it, rolling her window down as she takes a slow deep breath, letting it out slowly. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 21:07:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6844943#msg6844943">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 31-08-2012, 20:25:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>At the Illegal pitfights<br>Going to see Mr, Nix-Junior</strong><br>The expensive suit looked at her in disbelief.<br>"Of course! It would be crass to separate two friends, wouldn't it? Mr. Crass-Junior isn't a person that would do that! If course, if you're not such good friends, I might ask which one he'd rather talk to... is that what you want?"<br>His tone seems only slightly mocking.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well, I guess we should see what Mr Crass Junior wants then." Mari replies to the man and her date, half joking. Leading Gabi as she followed the man through the crowd to Nix-junior's table. Thinking that it was a strange name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 21:15:41</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>With the Cut men and trainers</strong><br><br>"Oh no."&nbsp; Susan muttered.&nbsp; A rookie's blunder, not paying attention to an opponent in a grapple, how could the kid have done that?&nbsp; Not that Susan was much older, but Cherry hadn't done a tour plus most of another in Iraq.<br><br>But probably neither of the pairwould get too badly hurt.&nbsp; Getting marked up, oh, that was a given.&nbsp; The fighters were circling each other, looking for an opening.&nbsp; Following their movements, she caught sight of the bodyguard in the background, well the woman drew the street doctor's eye, no doubt of that.&nbsp; But she wasn't looking at the fight, not looking at Susan, so what was she looking at?&nbsp; Susan followed her eyes, saw a man, she might have seen him in the entourage the bodyguard was part of, he was talking to - she almost dropped her Coke.<br><br>Two women, one of them arm-candy for, well, for a Jaguar in human form, was her first thought.&nbsp; A woman dressed like that in a place like this?&nbsp; Bold as hell.&nbsp; Confident in herself as hell.&nbsp; And from the vibe Susan got.... dangerous as hell.&nbsp; Whatever pitch the male flunky was giving, the two women bought it, and followed him to the Southerner's table. Susan glanced from the bodyguard to the newcomer and felt jealous.&nbsp; Of which of them, she would have been hard pressed to say.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 21:54:20</strong>
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				<strong>Mari&amp;Gabi</strong><br>The guard follows them and barks.<br>"You better don't say this to Mr. Nix! He's a very important man!"<br>It might just be true. Several guards, including a nice amazon gal - who's armed nonetheless, Mari notes while looking at her dress.<br>And his own table. There are only four tables in all - some guys that look like Italians, Greeks, or something. Some others that look like Japanese, or maybe Chinese. And then there's Mr. Nix.<br>"Nice outfits", the old man greets them. "If you were going for making an impression, you did, ladies! I'm Mr. Nix, what are your names?"<br>The amazon on his left smiles. His platinum-blond armcandy, on the contrary, looks displeased to see them.<br><strong><br>Sue</strong><br>The two Latina chicks are approached by a guard of the same man. After a few sentences, they join him at the table.<br>Sue's gaydar reaches critical mass when looking in that direction, and shuts up instead.<br><strong><br>In the cage</strong><br><em>The amazons in the ring exchange attacks. The lid sings a metal song, as Cherry uses it to intercept the incoming swings whenever she doesn't manage avoiding them.<br>In the same movement, she makes Flash avoid her own whip, aiming for the girl's face. Flash, however, doesn't carry her name at random, and they separate at distance, looking at each other with new-found respect.<br></em><br>The crowd is unhappy at the lack of blood. People so rarely appreciate skill these days!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 22:17:23</strong>
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				<br><strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>On the boat</strong><br><strong>Heading to shore</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh, I’m not really into guys,” Emily said with a little laugh, throwing caution to the winds in her disappointment.&nbsp; “and I’m not ready to settle down really, anyway.&nbsp; I still intend to get back home to New Zealand, one day.&nbsp; &nbsp;Don’t call me ‘Miss Emily’ either, I’m not some spinster out of an old film!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So, your boyfriend was cheating on you?&nbsp; What a shame.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She managed to get herself back together enough to look at Chrissie again.&nbsp; How a boy could have her and carelessly lose her she did not know.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Here I’ll take over now, to take her into the marina.”&nbsp; They were a few hundred yards from the entrance.&nbsp; Emily steered them in and tied up at her berth.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK?&nbsp; I hope you had fun? I’ll run you home.&nbsp; You must come out again sometime, when it’s not raining!&nbsp; Or come for a sail on my Hobiecat perhaps, when I’ve got it.”&nbsp; Emily didn’t go so far as to mention it only took two, but she did look more at Chrissie than Sam as she said it.&nbsp; She didn’t mention it was a wet boat either, to be sailed in cozzies; that could come into it later on, if she ever saw them again.</span><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 22:35:36</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Mr. Nix-Jr's booth.<br>Bullshitting the thugs.</strong><br>"Hey, that's what you called him first. Maybe you should show more respect for your employer if he's so important." Mari aims her snide remark at the guard and winks as she walks right past him to meet this Mr Nyx Jr guy. Twisting an invisible knife as she waves back at him. Sending a clear message that she was not impressed by the smartass guard, but was still willing to talk to the boss.<br><br>"Thank you, You can call me Mari, I won't bore you with my full name." She takes a seat at the other end of the table and turns to Gabi, giving her a chance to introduce herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 22:55:22</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Toll Road<br>~enroute to Omni</strong><br><br>The pickup rolls though, picking up speed as it merges onto the toll road.&nbsp; “CLANK” the white and red wooden arm falls down into place as Kelli pulls her car up next to the attendant’s window. <br><br>Two officers standing at the front, one on each side of her car. She tosses the quarters into the basket and the machine counts them to make sure it’s the right amount, and no “slugs’ are used.&nbsp; The attendant, more interested in the sports section of his paper, glances at her briefly, seeing he doesn’t have to make change, he goes back to his paper.<br>&nbsp; <br>The younger of the two cops, clearly new to the force, his uniform neatly pressed, his duty belt still shiny, and his eyes weren’t hard.&nbsp; That would change she thinks. <br>“Good evening miss” the officer says.&nbsp; Their squad car, one of the new dodge chargers is parked backed up with the trunk against the toll booth and the nose pointing down the tool road.&nbsp; <br>“Good evening officer” she smiles sweetly at him. <br>Cars start to line up behind them, her eyes glancing on her side mirror, 3 maybe 4 of them from what she can see.<br>“Have you had anything to drink tonight”&nbsp; ahh so this was a DUI check point.<br>“No&nbsp; Sir I haven’t” his flashlight moving over to Tom, “I can’t say the same for my boyfriend though, I’m taking his drunk ass back to his mom so she can deal with him”.&nbsp; <br>She notices the older officer, glancing in the window as he walks past the passenger window to the car behind her.&nbsp; <br>“Drive safe”, he uses his flashlight to wave her though as the arm lifts up allowing her entry to the toll road.<br><br>She slowly lets the clutch out, as she gives the car some gas pulling smoothly onto the toll road. Accelerating as she powers the window closed, she watches the rear view mirror.&nbsp; At 65 MPH she sets the cruise control for the speed limit.&nbsp; She knows there are more cops patrolling the toll roads looking for drunks, speeders, and traffickers.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 23:31:22</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>On the boat</strong><br><strong>Heading to shore</strong><br>"New Zealand? Sounds exotic", Chrissie commented. "Yes. Cheating is the word, I believe, mi... sorry".<br>She looks embarrased.<br>"It's just that Mom said to call the adult persons Mr or Miss, you know... what do you mean, not into men?"<br>She blinks once, twice, before laughing.<br>"Oh, I get it, sorry! It's just, you know. I've never met a lesbian before. Well, none that I knew about, at any rate".<br>At this point, Frank entered back, and Chrissie changed the topic.<br>"Hobiecat? That sounds great... Emily".<br>Sam flashed her a surprised look. His sister only answered by shrugging.<br>The boy, on his side, looked at Emily.<br>"What's the motor on that boat of yours, miss Emily?"<br>Obviously, that was the most important question. Whatever else he might have been, Sam was still a fifteen-years old.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 00:11:02</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Mr. Nix-Jr's table.<br>Bullshitting the boss.</strong><br>"Gabriela", Gabi introduced herself. And she looked at her new girlfriend with The Look.<br>Everybody knows The Look. It's when a potential lover starts doubting your sanity and common sense on the first few dates that they use A Look. If they've got serious doubts, you get The Look. And then you'd better be charming, really charming!<br>"Nice to meet you...Mr Nix-Junior, right?", she continued smoothly. "What's the work your guard said you have for us?"<br>Nix looked angrily at the boy, who almost shrank.<br><em>Then, after a successful parry, Cherry - who was almost unhurt by the chains, managed to wrap her whip around Flash's hand and neck. Half the crowd stopped shouting.</em><br>"Jimmy-boy, what the...", he stops, "What did you tell those lovely ladies? I told you I'd enjoy their company, didn't I? Work? Whaddidyamean?"<br>Then, just as he was angry, he stopped and leaned back.<em><br>Cherry's shield met her opponent's ribs with the flat. Flash's non-insgnificant tits bounced around under the shock, despite the sport bra she was wearing. Her hands weren't even free to protect her, as Cherry simply grappled her again.</em><br>"Excuse him, ladies... he's a bit on the bluntest side, but a good kid nonetheless!"<br>He pulls out a cigar and the amazon cuts the tip with one swing of a switchblade. Another guard lights it up, as the boss himself asks nochalantly.<br>"So, what would you have for drink?"<em><br>Flash manages to kick in turn Cherry's breast, but the Asian rolls back with the blow and only winces in pain.<br>Then her hands and body move in coordination, and before Flash puts her foot back on the ground, she flies upward, over her enemy's hip.<br>It's only because she grabbed Cherry's sport bra that her upper body slows down enough that she doesn't fall on her head. One of Cherry's full tits goes out, and Flash falls flat on her back. The air leaves her lungs, and she can only cough for a while.<br>Cherry jumps back, dropping everything, and starts adjusting her clothes.</em><br>"Did she lose already?", Nix asks, still with his back to the cage.<br>"She won", the female guard answers.<br>"WHAT???"<br>Nix turns sharply back, momentarily forgotten about Gabi and Mari.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 00:27:18</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Highway 91<br>~enroute to Omni</strong><br>Tom has managed to send another text message, then he did indeed lose conscience, as she feared.<br>And just as she went to highway, 91, she passed a car with two cops. One of them flashed a light by habit at their car, then they made an U-turn, and the voice speaker carried out an order to stop on the side and remain in the car, hands on the wheel.<br>The guys look serious enough about their job. Of course, it's possible they've simply seen a bloodied guy on the backseat...<br>Either way, Kelli had to choose fast, and live with the consequences. Which didn't make it all that different from every other time she drove, actually!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 00:34:59</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In the boat at the marina</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Talking to the kids</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK well, you can call everyone else ‘miss’, if that’s what your mum said, but not me, OK?”&nbsp; Emily looked from one to the other with a smile.&nbsp; “I’m not so important, so just call me Emily.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Yes the Hobiecat is a blast, Chrissie; with a bit of a breeze it really flies, you’re on the edge, you know, up on one hull and right out on a trapeze…it gives you a buzz!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“The motors, Sam?” Emily was glad she’d taken an interest when she was choosing the boat, and luckily she was reasonably technical; now she could reward Sam for opening out a little: “Well they’re Honda 200’s as you see; I went for for a pair of outboards so if one fails at sea you can get back with the other, and if one needs service you can just swap it out and not have to wait for the work to be done.&nbsp; And if you hit shallows you don’t do as much damage cos they lift.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“They’re 200 horsepower each, obviously; four-stroke, three-point-five litre, twenty-four valve, sixty-degree V6 that’s why they’re so smooth.&nbsp; Auto-tilt – that means the angle adjusts as the boat changes speed and goes up on the plane, and they have a lot of low-down torque so you can get up on the plane nice and quickly...”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Both the kids were gazing at her.&nbsp; She grinned back at them, having forgotten for a moment the hassles and anxieties with their various relationships.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK?&nbsp; More?&nbsp; Or are you ready to get home?&nbsp; You must be ready for your tea.”</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 00:36:33</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Mr. Nix-Jr's table.<br>Watching the fight.</strong><br>Mari returned Gabi's look with a slanted smirk that said wordlessly, "Chill babe!" She was about to say what drink she wanted when the fight distracted her as well. "&lt;Nice!&gt;" She turned around in her chair to get a better look. Cracking her knuckles as she shifted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 01:42:15</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights<br>WIth Cut men and Trainers</strong><br><br>"She did it, she did it hot, damn she did it!"&nbsp; Susan was hopping up and down, whooping, hugging Damian, Urbano, Jason, everybody even the new guy Peter.&nbsp; Grinning like a fool, pumping her fist in the air... joyous not the least because she wasn't going to be plunging back down into a red hell of desperate effort. <br><br>"She pulled the drop, Jesus Christ, Damian, did you see that, she didn't spike her head first, she put her flat, won the fight and didn't fuck her up more than she had to, damn she's got talent, damn!"&nbsp; And more of the same, repeated by everybody.&nbsp; Damian glowing like a fire, beaming with pride, all of them giddy with pride, relief, joy that the new kid had brought it home.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 15:57:13</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Mr. Nix-Jr's table.<br>Watching the fight.</strong><br>"She won. I can't believe it!", Nix-Jr seems to be almost in trance.<br>Maria is probably the only one who hears his next words, muttered under his breath...maybe the man himself didn't realise he's said that.<br>"The fucking bitch... now Romario's totally going to flip out! Two losses in a row, that's now a full lemon!"<br>Gabi might have heard part of it as well, as she looks surprised at Nix. Then she looks at Cherry.<br>Cherry, for her part, stands as still as a statue while the "staff" is taking out the fallen champion. And her eyes are exploring Mr. Nix-junior's face.<br>You can't see his face from there, but his stance is not the relaxed joy of someone who just won quite a bit of money.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 16:06:58</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights<br>WIth Cut men and Trainers</strong><br>"Yes!", Damien also shakes his fist, but then seems to spot something and turns back to Sue.<br>"Maybe she did, girl! Or maybe the other one broke her fall by gripping her bra. God knows it's a big target, she's got quite the rack for such a small girl... maybe. But I'm smelling something fishy".<br><em>Sue looks at the champion. Cherry is standing as still as a statue while the "staff" takes out the fallen champion. That's despite blood dripping on her side, where a chain has caught her.<br>But it's her eyes that make the difference. She seems to be exploring the "Southern businessman's" face. It's not a happy-looking face, either. He seems to be thinking, hard, and looking around himself to assess the situation.</em><br>If Sue has ever seen someone passing through an OODA loop, that's this guy.<br>"Aye, Mr. Nix doesn't seem happy, either", Damien added. "Curious, he sponsored her and should be getting quite a bit of money over it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 16:13:12</strong>
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				<strong>Everybody at the pitfighting warehouse</strong><br>Then the announcement for the next fight is made.<br>"You know Richard!", the shows "host" announces. "The meanest, nastiest son of...a respectable woman... south of Mississipi!"<br>It's met with roars of laughter.<br>"And from Brazil... the capoeirista known only as Machete!"<br>Ricardo appears at the ring. It's a white man with shaved head and bulging muscles. His tattoos alone are probably enough to give a plot for half a dozen crime writers.<br>Nix leans to his female bodyguard, and whispers something in her ear. In asnwer, she shrugs, raises from the table, smiling at Gabi and Mari, and goes to the toilets.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 16:18:47</strong>
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				<strong>In Kenni's car</strong><br>Tom's phone rings. It rings twice, thrice, before he seems to gather enough strength to answer.<br>"Yes, gal... not you", he waves at Kenni.<br>"What? No! No way in hell. It's done! Hey, how do I know what you're to do? I'm goin' to Omni... yes, got hurt a bit. Probably just a piece of glass... yes, mum, I'm also goin' to keep in good company!"<br>He switched off the phone and looked at his surroundings.<br>"I've been phasing in and out", he admits. "Lucky to have you, am I not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 16:29:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In the boat at the marina</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Talking to the kids</strong></span><br>Sam was looking at her appreciatively.<br>"Hey, maybe you know something about motors, at least", he had to admit. "That's perfect for this class of yachts. Is it a trimaran? Makes sense to put one motor in each of the end sides, so you'd have the central part all to yourself!"<br>His sister looked at the roof of the cockpit and rolled her eyes. It probably wasn't the first time Sam got into a technical discussion with some guest, relative or anyone else, for that matter.<br>But the boy reined himself in, noticing her disapproval.<br>"Yeah, it sounds nice, Emily", Chrissie noticed. "Maybe I'll take you on this offer. But for now, home sounds best. Sam's got to study for a test".<br>"It's next week!"<br>"We both know how much time you'd have during the week-end, Sam!"<br>Chrissie's stare obviously could go as hard as rock when she needed. At least when she was dealing with her brother, Emily could suppose.<br>"Fine", he grumbled. "Home it is!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 18:32:07</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily,</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the way and at home</strong></span><br><strong>Alone</strong><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily put Chrissie in the front, just to have her near, and Sam complaining but securely belted in the back, then drove them home.&nbsp; A couple of times she opened the car up, giving the kids a thrill and adding whatever she could to the chances of seeing Chrissie again.&nbsp; Anyway she did like that feeling of balance as the car teetered on the edge, held there by the power and not <em>quite </em>getting into a slide…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK bye,” she said as she pulled up, giving them a broad smile, “hope you had fun!”&nbsp; They duly said their thankyous and Emily said: “Any time, just say,” ending up looking at Chrissie.&nbsp; She could only hope they’d ask Frank and he in turn would ask her.&nbsp; She wanted to give Chrissie her number and everything else, but there was just no way it would seem right.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Well she’d have to check her facebook, and look for&nbsp; Chrissie’s.&nbsp; See if she had twitter or anything…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She got in, ate, and had a shower.&nbsp; Then she took her laptop up to the roof garden and lay down on her sunbed in the dusk.&nbsp; Her building wasn’t the tallest and she was overlooked, but as the light faded it was quite private, and still warm, even in her thin little robe.&nbsp; She couldn’t resist putting ‘Chrissie Piekaski” into Google…there she was!&nbsp; Facebook and Google+…a photo, the same on both; totally innocent but HER.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Ooooh! Emily’s fingers slipped into her robe, onto her clit.&nbsp; Aaahhh.&nbsp; She opened her legs, closed the laptop and her eyes, and replayed the time in the wheelhouse: her little hand touching; Chrissie's hand with those delicate little fingers…</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 18:33:17</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights<br>With Cut men and Trainers</strong><br><br>Susan was filled with the same chill wariness she got in Iraq when all the children vanished from sight.&nbsp; "Damian, let's get her out of that pit, right now."&nbsp; Her voice was cold, clipped, pitched to carry, a voice she had only used before when she was under fire. <em>Is John in on this?&nbsp; Jesus Jesus Jesus.</em>&nbsp; Not taking the Lords name in vain her prayer was straight from the heart.&nbsp; "There was a fix, Cherry was supposed to lose!"&nbsp; She hissed it out like a snake. She let Damian lead the way to his bleeding catfighter.&nbsp; Susan stood close, pretended to look at Cherry's bleediing side, but her eyes were darting from Nix to John, and... The Latin Kings.&nbsp; She felt herself turning white. <em> Just how much money was riding on this fight?</em><br><br>She waved at the crowd, pointed to Cherry and applauded as Damian helped Cherry back to her crew.&nbsp; His crew as well, she suspected.&nbsp; And felt the small hard shape of her .380 at the small of her back.&nbsp; &nbsp;But everybody here was armed, and too many of them didn't know how to use&nbsp; violence, hadn't lived violence they way bodyguards had. The way she had.&nbsp; They'd start shooting if they got excited and the bloodbath would be... enough of that.&nbsp; Get Cherry in the middle of friends, that was the important thing.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll to notice anything unusual about the reactions of Cherry and Mr. Nix.<br>40800&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2012-09-01 10:57:56&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2012-09-01 10:57:56, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 4d6e6 Result: 52 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40800)<br>Roll Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6, extra dice at 6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 2, five successes. <strong> Five.</strong>&nbsp; God in heaven.&nbsp; Using understanding as a base&nbsp; because of what Damian told Susan.&nbsp; I used Senses as a base for a roll just before that to see if she attached any significance to the looks - non-looks rather, between Cherry and Nix just before Cherry's victory. 3, 3, 1, so nothing there.&nbsp; But...5?<br>Total: 52<br><br>If needed, I will use 2 Fortune to get Damian to go out and collect Cherry with me.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 20:04:26</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights<br>With Cut men and Trainers</strong><br>Susan was filled with dread. But something kept not fitting...<br>Cherry was looking anxiously at Nix. She reminded her of a FNG she had seen looking at the drill sergeant.<br>Anxious... for his approval?<br>At the same time, the men kept going through his OODA loop - and he was looking worryingly at the fighter, then at a darker-skinned man on the table of the Italians, then the place the other fighter should come out from.<br>And he wasn't coming... Each time Nix looked at this place, his eyes darted to where his bodyguard had vanished. And with each time, his nervousness amplified, although he was still hiding it quite well.<br>Actually, she shouldn't be able to notice it as well. But it felt almost as if he was someone she had known for long, and as so, they shared a common set of signals...<br>At the same time, the Latino kings didn't look angry at Cherry. Some of them actually looked approvingly at her forms. Others were making a small crowd near Flash, making sure she wasn't hurt.<br>But then the bodyguard went back from the WC, and Nix looked at her with hope. Until she nodded her head.<br>Then Nix's eyes ran straight to the same man as before. The man noticed being observed and raised a glass of wine. Then he waved to one of his own guards, who picked up a small case and brought it to Mr. Nix-junior's table.<br>And then the big guy went back in the cage.<br>"Ladies and gentlemen... I'm greatly saddened to announce that Machete has suffered a car accident. There will be no fight, as he's currently in no condition to fight. Speak to your book-makers about your bets".<br>That was the moment when Nix cringed. But Sue knew, just knew he wasn't surprised.<br>But he was displeased. And he looked at the same man, who looked angry beyond words.<br>Cherry, on her side, looked almost ready to cry while looking at Nix, who wasn't paying her any attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 20:08:47</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Mr Nix Jr's booth<br>Pretending she didn't hear that</strong><br><br>Mari pretends she didn't hear that and turns once more to look at the ring. Looking at the new meat for the ring. Although a quick glance at Gabi to keep quiet betrayed everything. Fortunately The announcement managed to serve as a distraction for her as well as the event organizers. "Awww, I wanted to see another fight. &lt;Super lame.&gt; Hey, does the bar here know how to make Caipirinhas?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 22:35:52</strong>
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				Kelli Morris<br>Near Hwy 91<br>~cops chasing her<br><br>The toll road was nice and smooth, uneventful, other than Tom coming in and out of consciousness. He’ll be okay, she thinks to herself, he just needs a little rest and some pain pills.&nbsp; His phone rings, causing him to wake and answer it as she merges off the Toll road onto Highway 91 east. <br><br>No sooner than he finishes his conversation, and asks her about luck, a Highway Patrol unit flashes their light bar, the bright red/blue lights bright.&nbsp; Watching them pass in her rearview mirror, she sees them making a U-turn.&nbsp; “You might want to buckle up.” Stomping on the gas pedal not want to take a chance they are after someone else.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her fingers twist the light switch shutting off her head and tail lights as she pushes the car fast riding the center line, knowing traffic will be pulling towards the shoulders; she should be safe. She focuses on the road, her world seems to slow down, not as dramatically as in the Matrix, but she sees clearer.&nbsp; She knows she has to act fast, the longer she waits to make her moves the more cops she will have to out run.&nbsp; &nbsp;Checking her mirrors, she lets out curse; the cops are gaining on her.<br><br>A left coming up, she prepares for it; her foot feathering the gas; timing the oncoming traffic; letting off a little slowing, then without touching the break, she gears down to 4th riding the clutch, her right hand moving to the E Break, pressing the button in and holding, she points the nose of her car committing to the left turn. Her foot letting the clutch out as she lightly applies the E Break, she starts to slide across the lanes making a hard left. Turning the steering well in the opposite direction, she applies pressure to the gas pedal as she drifts smoothly though the turn.&nbsp; The break wire to the E brake cut shortly after stealing the car, her tail lights don’t light up as she makes the turn.<br><br>Leaving the car in 4th, she drives faster than the traffic in the area, passing cars on the left, sliding smoothly between a Corolla on her right and a Jetta coming towards them on her left.&nbsp; Plenty of room she thinks once she slides past them.&nbsp; Checking her mirrors once again, the turn slowed the HP’s up, but they have a clear road ahead of them as the cars pull to the edges. They take advantage of it, she can see them gaining on her once again.<br>&nbsp;<br>The driver was good, she will give him that. Knowing she needs to have a lead if she and Tom are to have a chance, she must act quickly.&nbsp; Gearing down to third and letting the clutch out, her engine roars as the rpm needles jumps up.&nbsp; Never looking at the speedometer, she drives by feel and the whine of her engine. The intersection approaching, green light blinking off, yellow blinking on, she enters the intersection, ready to make a hard right turn, knowing she could bounce into the car behind her target if she uses the first car, she aims the hood of her car at the driver’s side door of the second car stopped at the light waiting for it to turn green on his side. <br><br>A dodge Durango,&nbsp; perfect, she sees the man’s eyes get wide as he freezes up, she turns the wheel as she pulls up on the e break sending the car into a slide.&nbsp; Unlike the drift move she did previous, she sends the side of her car directly at the Durango. A loud jolting crash, sounding much more violent than it really was, and mostly unnoticed by her as she was securely buckled in and prepared for it, she uses the Durango like a&nbsp; bank board to propel her car back out into her lane losing little speed.&nbsp; <br><br>Putting both hands on the wheel and starts to weave in and out of several cars in both the right and left lanes, causing a couple of them to come to a breaking halt across&nbsp; both lanes as they honk angrily at her.&nbsp; Not enough to completely block traffic, but enough to slow down traffic for cars to get though. <br>&nbsp;<br>Not wasting any time, her eyes scanning not seeing the HP or other cops, she leaves the car in third, powers to the end of the block and slides though a hard left turn, accelerating about half way down the block; another quick scan and then pulls a 180, sliding into traffic going the direction she just came from as she turns her lights back on. <br>&nbsp;<br>“keep your head down for now Tom, were not out of this yet”&nbsp; she can feel the blood pulsing once again, she unconsciously bites at her lower lip as she rubs the palm of one hand than the other on her hoodie.&nbsp; Her head looks straight ahead, her eyes the only thing moving, scanning, looking, she shifts to second ready to run.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 00:10:51</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights<br>With Damian, getting Cherry out of the pit and back to her crew</strong><br><br>There was too much going on.&nbsp; Susan was smiling, a smile as bright as brass and just as false as she covered Cherry and Damian retreating from the pit.&nbsp; Yes, covering them.&nbsp; She felt exposed, backlit, vulnerable, the lights kept her from seeing a thing outside of the pit.<br><br>She had never been so grateful to see Urbano's lined face, more grateful for that thn anything in her life.<br><br>She was thinking very hard about what she had seen, fitting the pieces together, turning them over, who was that man Nix had been staring at.&nbsp; Romano?&nbsp; She would have to find out.&nbsp; The Latin Kings seemed not to be an immediate problem.&nbsp; But they knew who she was.&nbsp; She wasn't conflicted about that any more, she didn't like it at all.<br><br>And the canceled fight?&nbsp; It didn't ring true, not at all.&nbsp; "What the hell are you up to?&nbsp; You don't cross these people!"&nbsp; She was staring at Mr. Nix, muttering under her breath.&nbsp; <br><br>Susan heard a small stifled sob from Cherry, her head whipped around, the young woman looked desolate.&nbsp; "Hey, perk up ladykiller, you won!"&nbsp; Damian seemed to have her in hand. Susan swept the crowd again, but if anything happened it would happen when they left.&nbsp; She grinned again, gave Cherry a hug - rolling her eyes at Damian's dour look, the man certainly suspected which side of the buffet Susan ate from, at the least.<br><br>"Cherry,"&nbsp; A low whisper against the fighter's ear and oh my, the way she smelled, feral and primal. "Whatever Nix is playing, you don't need to be in it.&nbsp; Damian and his friends can protect you.&nbsp; But you have to be straight with e.&nbsp; What is he up to?&nbsp; Why did he want to you to lose?&nbsp; Yes he did, look at him, does he look happy?&nbsp; Who is that guy he was staring at, yeah, that one over there.&nbsp; Who is he?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 00:27:33</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Mr Nix Jr's table<br>Pretending she didn't hear that</strong><br>"I don't believe I'm saying that", Nix-Jr says slowly. "But I almost wish we've seen another as well..."<br>He turns to them. An woman is talking with Cherry.<br>"Who's that bitch there next to my fighter?"<br>"I believe she's the doctor, boss!", his bodiguard speaks for the first time. Her voice is deep and throaty, and she's got the sincere smile of a person who would be really sorry to pull the trigger when pressing a gun to your head, and of course would rather be making love, not war, unless you insist... "Everybody wants to check on Flash, so she gets all the first aid she can use, but Cherry actually got hurt worse!"<br>"They've got a doc here?"<br>"Seems so".<br>Nix immediately loses interest in both fighter and doctor.<br>He turns and looks at the two women, just as a man raises from the other side of the cage and starts going towards them, with a similar company of guards.<br>"Romano is coming!", the guard warns.<br>"Let him. Now, ladies - did you enjoy the spectacle? Cherry is a gifted little cherry, isn't she?"<br>Somehow his voice makes sure that you know it: he ain't talking about her combat prowess.<br>At any rate, not only her combat prowess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 00:32:47</strong>
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				<strong>Sue</strong><br>A man has risen - the same man Nix was looking at so intently. He's walking towards Nix now, and he's got his own retinue, albeit smaller.<br>"Oh shit", Damien says. "Romario is going to have a chat with Nix. Yeah, his first fighter lost to Cherry, and now his second has... car accident? He's going to want speaking with the Dixie boyz, remember my word!"<br>The crowd scatters in front of Romario. Obviously, he's powerful enough to be a match for the Dixie Mafia.<br>Neither side is looking at Cherry, though. Which could be a small consolation.<br>"No, he didn't!", Cherry spat back, freeing herself quite forcefully. She seems angry. "He bet 250 thousands on me! You think he would do that? He knew I wouldn't let him down, I told him! Even Richard got only 3 times as big of a bet, and men always draw bigger bets! Besides, he's more experienced, though he didn't get to fight!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 01:00:42</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Omni<br>Cops no longer chasing her, for now</strong><br>Tom doesn't answer. She looks at him; the guy has fainted, as could be expected. But then, he also has slumped down, so he's now less visible from the outside.<br>Almost miraculously, they don't get stopped another time. Keeping to side streets, Kelli manages to reach Omni and her destination, entering the underground garage. She parks there, when Tom's phone calls at her. The voice is male and he sounds impressed.<br>"Good job, missus... whoever you might be! I told da boy to leave the phone switched on, and since he ain't speaking, I think he's fainted. Now, just tell us which level of the parking you're on, and we'll come and get him!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 01:05:07</strong>
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				Susan Cochrane<br><strong>At the illegal Fipfight<br>With Cutmen, trainers and Cherry</strong><br><br>"You know him better than I do, Cherry."&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>But there are indirect ways of paying off debts, ways that can hide the fact that money changed hands in the first place.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; Or maybe paying off after being on the losing end of the bet was payment for services rendered?&nbsp; Money laundering?&nbsp; That would draw in the Latin Kings.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 01:14:50</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Mr Nix Jr's table<br>Getting out of sight.</strong><br><br>"Ahh fuck It. Hey! I need two Caipirinhas if the bartender knows what that is, otherwise just something strong and sweat." The entourage still preoccupied, Mari got up and pulled aside a waitress, Droping some bills in the girl's cleavage and ordering two Drinks. Instead of returning to the table she hovered around in the crowd, Keeping an eye on the goings on while trying to stay out of the way. Hoping Gabi knew how to play it cool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 01:16:03</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the illegal Fipfight<br>With Cutmen, trainers and Cherry</strong><br>"Yes I do", a shade ran across Cherry's face. "I've known him since a long time!"<br>She's barely eighteen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 01:31:28</strong>
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				Kelli Morris<br>Omni Hotel<br>~Underground Parking Area<br><br>Undoing the seat belt, she lays her head back on the head rest closing her eyes as she takes a couple deep breaths.&nbsp; Her body aches slightly from being so “keyed up” and tense. Her pulse rate slow and calm, a smile of satisfaction on her face as she relives the chase, and how lucky she was.&nbsp; HP’s, wow, that's all they do, she though, chase speeders.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>She hears the phone ringing her hand pulling her phone out of her bra, looking at the screen, then realizing it was Tom's phone that was ringing.&nbsp; “Thank you she says to voice on the other end….yeah, he’s lost some blood but has a good pulse…first level; Mitsubishi;&nbsp; I am parked right across from the elevator leading up to the hotel”<br><br>Checking her door, it doesn't open, must be wedged closed from slamming into the Durango.&nbsp; Using the window switch, she lowers the window as she settles in to wait.&nbsp; Her hand sliding to her pistol, pulling it free, she slides it under her right thigh, just in case.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 02:31:07</strong>
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				The two big bruisers that stop at her door don't look afraid, just nervous.<br>"No need for this, missus", the more intelligent-looking one hurried to reassure her. "We're only here to carry him. He can't walk, can he?"<br>They really do pull him inside a van. The glasses of the vehicle aren't so much obscured as dirty. The inside, however, looks clean and has a stretcher.<br>A much smaller blond man approaches her from the other direction. He's holding money in his hand.<br>"You better leave this car somewhere it can't be traced to this place", he advises. "Or heck, sell it on parts. Just do it quick, its description is all over the radio".<br>He shakes his head.<br>"You brought us my brother alive. There will sure be more work with someone with your skills. But forget this night has happened, or both you and him become a...liability. We don't want this, do we?"<br>Tom's brother handed her a roll of bills. Seems like about two thousands. And there's a card on top, with golden letters. Some lawyer's phone in a law firm, it seems.<br>"If the cops get to you about tonight, call this man and tell him Mississippi Tom told you the number. He's going to bail you out faster than the lezzies in the prison could make you spread your legs! Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 03:33:00</strong>
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				Kelli Morris<br>Omni - Doubletree<br><br>She says little, thanking the smaller man for the money, and agrees with the shake of her head. Waiting a couple minutes after the pull out, she looks at a city map briefly she had folded above the visor.&nbsp; Pulling out she heads west towards the University Medical Campus.&nbsp; Finding a quiet spot in the emergency parking lot for the hospital, she climbs into the passenger seat. <br><br>Sirens blaring, she tenses up momentarily as she watches an ambulance pulling into the loading area 100 yards away.&nbsp; Working quickly she grabs her bag stuffing the pistol, bolt cutter and slim jim into it.&nbsp; She quickly wipes down the dash, steering wheel and anything else she might have touched before laying the keys of her car on the dash in plan sight for any looking to see.<br><br>Walking to the sidewalk her day pack over her shoulder, and small tool bag in her left hand,she thinks with any luck, the “choppers” will find her car and take care of making it disappear for her.&nbsp; She makes her way to the metro station, where she rides it back to Adrienne Arsht Metro Station, a couple blocks away from the double tree.&nbsp; <br><br>She enters the bathroom, finding an empty stall, she removes her bra, and puts on a tight fitting, low cut lavender tank top.&nbsp; Pulling out a compact, she checks her make up then dabs on some perfume.&nbsp; She finds a locker and puts her tool bag and day pack into it, keeping only her hoodie, phone and about 500 to party on.&nbsp; Hailing a cab to Space Terrace to unwind and do some dancing she smiles. All this and the night its still early, knowing the clubs around here often stay open until 4am or later.&nbsp; "Maybe I'll text Lori", she thinks, deciding to wait until she sees what the crowd is like at the club first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 04:11:58</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>Kelli enters Space, looks over, and hears the crowd before seeing them. The DJ is Cedric Gervais (http://www.clubspace.com/djs/cedric) and the music is reverberating to the bottom of Miami's soul...if anyone could find the city's soul.<br>But soul or no soul, the riffs are incredible, the bass pulsates, and 120 beats per music await you, luring you into the depths of the club, asking you whether you're <strong>ready or not!</strong><br>The place is full, but it's probably the good kind of full. The women are young and sexy, the men are cocky and tattooed, trying to impress them (or each other), and the bar is, as always, well-stocked. Maybe there's even some celebrity out there, hidden in the half-shadows left by the moving lights, tasting some freedom from the paparazzi at last - because nobody here cares who you are, or what you do. Not tonight.<br>You're also reasonably sure nobody has had such a dance as you already had with the chasing cops. In contrast, the club is going to be quite relaxing.<br>An woman in black daisy dukes smiles at you. So does her boyfriend, or at least the man she's dancing with. Maybe they've just met and will never see each other or you again. Maybe it's written they would get married the next day, the invitations are sent, and they're tasting a last night of fun.<br>Who could tell? And why would anyone bother asking?<br>There's free room on the dancing floor, and it's calling.<br><br>***<br><br>Some actually doubt the existence of the soul of Miami. According to others, it's as imaginary as Street 13π, which only a mathematician could see, and only under the light for a neon ad falling at exactly 69 degrees. Which is to say, it's imaginary, but sometimes you can catch a glimpse of something that makes you believe such a thing exists.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ready or not? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw71mPUL6YE#ws)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 04:48:34</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Mr Nix Jr's table<br>Getting out of sight.</strong><br>Maybe Gabi knew - though Nix-junior didn't seem like being used to hearing the word "no". Nor did he seem like one that would pay attention to it.<br>Of course, his attention was focused everywhere. His problem wasn't with the woman that knew how to keep her cool - it was with a man that seemed to have sniffed his own ability to do likewise.<br>"What you say sounds like accusation, Mister!", you hear Nix's voice. "I demand apol..."<br>"Sounds like? Hah!", cuts him short a voice with an accent Mari only knows too well.<br>"I say that if this is a coincidence, I'm going to, how you say in English? <em>Beijar o Diabo sob a cauda?</em> Yeah, that's it!"<br>Mari was just 5 meters away, and the girl with her drinks double that. Gabi was trying to pull aside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 05:14:11</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>The Line, just now starting to form, its early still, early for club goers, the real crowd she knows will pack this place by 2AM. Walking confidently to the VIP Line, she doesn't have to wait long to get in, pretty girls always get in, and those unaccompanied, ease though faster.&nbsp; After tipping the doorman at $20, she steps into the club looking over the crowd as her eyes adjust to interior and music bounces off her body.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Smiling at the cute girl, still too early, she hasn't even had a dance yet, she makes her way over to the bar ordering a beer.&nbsp; Not one of those fancy micro brews, or frilly drinks everyone try's to impress one another with. Just a cold bottle of Coors.&nbsp; Taking a long drink, the ice cold goodness sliding down her throat, she eyes the dance floor.<br><br>Some people run, others swim or lift weights.&nbsp; Kelli, she dances, its one of her true passions and exercise all rolled into one.&nbsp; In another life or world she might like to own her own club. One day maybe.&nbsp; Making her way out to the center of the dance floor; the energy more intense here as the lights spin wildly around, the music reverberates, and dancers practice long rehearsed moves.&nbsp; She just dances, not trying to impress anyone, she lets her body move with music, grinding her body inches from one dancer, then another, she loses herself in the music. <br>&nbsp;<br>She knows she wont be leaving alone tonight, with who she cant say yet, she just knows it wont be alone. For now she lets the music fill her as she moves with the beats.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 09:32:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6852884#msg6852884">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 02-09-2012, 04:48:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>Mr Nix Jr's table<br>Getting out of sight.</strong><br>Maybe Gabi knew - though Nix-junior didn't seem like being used to hearing the word "no". Nor did he seem like one that would pay attention to it.<br>Of course, his attention was focused everywhere. His problem wasn't with the woman that knew how to keep her cool - it was with a man that seemed to have sniffed his own ability to do likewise.<br>"What you say sounds like accusation, Mister!", you hear Nix's voice. "I demand apol..."<br>"Sounds like? Hah!", cuts him short a voice with an accent Mari only knows too well.<br>"I say that if this is a coincidence, I'm going to, how you say in English? <em>Beijar o Diabo sob a cauda?</em> Yeah, that's it!"<br>Mari was just 5 meters away, and the girl with her drinks double that. Gabi was trying to pull aside.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari unzips her purse under the guise of looking for more money. She wasn't about to pull her gun out, but she wanted to be ready just in case the party gets too fun. She nods to Gabi and pulls out a bill. If things get bad she'll give the bill to Gabi and tell her to call a cab. Until then Mari decides that the best course of action is to wait and see what happens next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 11:10:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6851636#msg6851636">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 02-09-2012, 01:16:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the illegal Fipfight<br>With Cutmen, trainers and Cherry</strong><br>"Yes I do", a shade ran across Cherry's face. "I've known him since a long time!"<br>She's barely eighteen.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the illegal fight<br>With Cutmen, trainers and Cherry, part 2</strong><br>As she was observing Cherry, Susan's senses showed her the situation is about to get hairy. Still being in tune with them, she could tell that Romario was out of balance, and the situation was rapidly escalating.<br>His men look like they're waiting for a sign, while the Dixie guards seem to be looking for signs of hostility and a way out without admitting to being scared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 14:32:59</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights<br>With Damian, Chery, Cutmen and trainers.</strong><br><br>Susan wasn't looking directly at Nix, but she did note that Jaguar Woman -her name for that nameless dangerous possibly Brazilian hottie - had not rejoined his table, and her arm candy was pulling out as well. <em> The shit hasn't hit the fan yet, but it's in the air and closing fast.</em><br><br>"Damian , Urbano, everybody, we go and we go now!&nbsp; Cherry, get in the middle.&nbsp; Don't argue, you might be the real target!"&nbsp; All in her clipped combat voice, none of them had ever heard her sound like that before tonight.&nbsp; They got moving, too slow for her taste but by the sweet Lord they were moving,p utting distance and people between themselves and the firefight she Knew in her bodes was about to erupt.&nbsp; Almost there, almost there they were at the door, she was just behind Cherry, Urbano was behind her, the macho old man just wouldn't let a woman be the last one out of danger.&nbsp; She half twisted about to peek back past him, Urbano's body hid from most the way her hand darted behind her back under her shirt, fingertips brushing the grip of her .380<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I have 4 fortune, I think.<br>Persuade roll to get them moving:<br>40832&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2012-09-02 07:27:17&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2012-09-02 07:27:17, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 4d6e6 Result: 21 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40832)<br>Roll Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6, extra dice at 6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 6, 5, 5, 4, 1,<br>Total: 21<br><br>One natural success, use skill to get two more, so <strong>3 </strong>successes.&nbsp; Hopefully that/s enough to get everybody moving, stubborn macho gits that they may well be.<br><br>Using 2 fourtune to get everybody out safely, all 4 fortune if need be.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 16:55:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6854164#msg6854164">Quote from: AK47 on 02-09-2012, 09:32:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mari unzips her purse under the guise of looking for more money. She wasn't about to pull her gun out, but she wanted to be ready just in case the party gets too fun. She nods to Gabi and pulls out a bill. If things get bad she'll give the bill to Gabi and tell her to call a cab. Until then Mari decides that the best course of action is to wait and see what happens next.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The phrase Romario had used meant "kissing the Devil under the tail", Mari knew. It meant performing a demeaning act, and in general was equivalent to the rude English "damn me if I'm wrong". Nix-junior was just waving his finger and was going to point it at Romario - long after the time when a gun would be more useful...<br>Because it was a signal, she realised. Romario's men moved as one, and two of the trio crouched while the third pulled a gun and pointed it at Nix. Maybe he didn't even understand English, and was just waiting for the signal. Whatever the case, he pulled the trigger.<br>Only the place Nix occupied moments ago, wasn't there any longer. The female bodyguard had jumped when seeing the move, tackling his mass to the floor split parts of the second before the killer pulled the trigger.<br>The trio of bullets passed where Nix's heart - or at least chest - has been moments ago, and missed Gabi's head by less than a foot. The other two Brazilians were pulling guns. Nix's men were doing the same. Gabi stood transfixed, looking at the man who had almost killed her by mistake, her mouth open.<br>All around, people started hitting the deck. At least those that have grown in the bad parts of the city had these reflexes ingrained. Mari had almost done the same, but had stopped in a high crouch.<br>Nobody was shooting at her. Yet.<br><br><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfights<br>With Damian, Chery, Cutmen and trainers.</strong><br>She was pulling people out when she heard a phrase being spoken in a language that was neither English nor Spanish.<br>Whatever it meant, it unleashed hell! (http://www.allouttabubblegum.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/A%20Better%20Tomorrow%2004.jpg)<br>Gunshots. People hitting the deck, some even rolling. Screams. People running (the panicked) or crawling (the trained ones) for the exits.<br>Except one thing didn't fit. Cherry had dropped to a half-crouch, but unlike Damian and the rest of them, wasn't speeding for the exits.<br>She was looking for the place where Nix-junior had been.<br>"Nooo!", her scream probably went unnoticed by most. After all, sounds are often lost due to the adrenaline, and everybody had more pressing matters - like staying alive - than some woman screaming her lungs. Is she shot? Not even close? She should totally shut up...<br>Or at least that was what most seemed to be thinking - among the ones that were thinking, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 17:48:10</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>Getting the hell out of Dodge with Cherry et al</strong><br><br>Susan didn't bother pulling her gun, who would she shoot at?&nbsp; She just put her head down and plowed into Cherry, scooting her along by surprise and force of impact, ignoring her outraged screech and trying to block whatever blows the pit fighter threw at her.&nbsp; "He's Ok Cherry, his bodyguard got him down, he's fine you won't be unless you goddammit <strong>listen</strong> and let's get out of here!<br><br>It was like the nightmares she'd had in high school, after the time she had been caught in a rush for the exits at a club, this was worse than that so much worse, gunfire, gunfire everywhere it seemed, the crods already hopped up from the fight, they just needed a trigger and here it was.<br><br>Urbano, hulking at the door, holding the door, she pounded straight for him and outside they weren't safe but much safer.&nbsp; "Keep going!" Screaming it, a full throat scream.<br><br>Cold, alert, her blood singing just singing because she missed this oh dark devils in deep hells, grabbing people and pulling them out of enemy fire, she missed it, God help her she missed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 18:38:24</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>There's all kinds of nice people. The most interesting ones are just like Kenni - not looking at her, but simply following the music.<br>One of the girls, which just might be Italian - or Chinese, for all Kenni can tell given the light - actually seems to not be seeing her. But they dance all the same, until they find out they're no longer dancing...<br>A Latino guy moves near her with his supple body passing close to her, almost brushing, before twisting away at the last moment. Then he flashes her a smile, and with a step left, picks a new partner... this one happens to be a man, so he just moves aside, not wanting to be mocked by his friends. Another step, and the guy is dancing with the girl from before. No doubt they wouldn't stay together for long, either - Kelli can tell that just as she finds out she's dancing with a man that might be Japanese tourist...<br>Then she maybe was dancing with the Japanese's girlfriend. The fishnets suit her, but like the others, she's entranced with the music, although she's sharing it with Kelli...<br>And then Kelli picks the wrong partner, who moves her aside. Seems like he's one of the bouncers, and is in a hurry to another part of the Space. But unless she's wrong, he told her "next time" before moving on...<br>Then she finds herself dancing with a nice <em>chica,</em> whose t-shirt is struggling to contain her forms. Did she pick a size she knew was too small? Who knows...<br>All over them, people are visiting the restrooms. Some go in couples, others alone. Most of them are presumably going to use the restroom as it's meant to be used - but the night is still young!<br>In a trailer nowhere nearby, a model/actress is checking her e-mail and Facebook, or maybe she's looking at her phone and hoping to ring. Or maybe she's ordering Chinese and blowing off the delivery boy just for the hell of it. One never knows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 19:19:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily<br>At home, morning</strong></span>[/b]<br><strong>Still alone</strong><br><br>Morning dawned on Emily in a quite literal way. Chrissie still wasn't there, though. Which, in a way, made the dawn not so different from the dusk of the last day.<br>All the differences are in the eye of the beholder...<br>She had received a text message. "There's a naughty boy you must teach a lesson. Will call you when I've got the details. Do you need anything?", her Don had sent.<br>That usually meant someone had to be put to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 20:09:11</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>&nbsp;She loses track of how long she was on the floor before needing a break. One song blends into another; there was no break or pause as the music pulses and the energy flows.&nbsp; Her body moves rhythmically, her hands lightly touch the back of one dancer, caresses the shoulder of another, hands on the hip of a third, always moving as she works her way off the dance floor. <br><br>Her body covered in a light sheen of sweat, her breathing slow deep, she eases up to the bar, waiting several minutes for another beer.&nbsp; Taking her drink, she makes her way to the upper balcony.&nbsp; She leans up against the railing with the others who are taking a break and watches the crowd.&nbsp; <br><br>The crowd starting to fill to capacity, not much longer and the only ones who will be able to get in will be the celebs and VIP’s whose name are on the list.&nbsp; Taking a look to her right, she sees a slender young girl, a tight red dress, flowing blond hair framing a cute face with blue eyes.&nbsp; Did she just make eye contact with her?&nbsp; Turning, she moves past the girl, letting her fingers lightly caress her forearm as walks off towards the ladies bathroom. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 21:04:36</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At the Illegal Pitfight<br>Out of Dodge with Cherry et al</strong><br>Cherry almost needs to be dragged, although she whispers something like "he's gonna get hurt!" But then, Urbano and Damian see you're behind and come to help.<br>The three of you and a deeply unhappy Cherry are the last ones still standing when the Brazilian woman springs into action. She moves as fast as Flash did before, and no less focused this fight is far, far more serious!<br>Her sudden dropping her purse is the last thing you see before getting out. Susan tries to jump over a crawling spectator who was probably deeply sorry for his love of bloodsports and betting. He'll be even more sorry the morning, after Urbano decides it's too much time to jump with his weight, and tramples him instead, while still pulling out Cherry.<br>Well, that, or maybe he noticed him too late.<br>Once out, you all scatter and fall. Bullets can and do pass through walls, and there's no longer the danger of being trampled, after all! The fighter is still in a blue-violet tank top and shorts, but she doesn't seem to mind the wet concrete, looking at the storehouse instead.<br>She seems to shudder each and every time you hear a shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 21:27:42</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Her apartment</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>With her job-incoming text</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Ready" she replied.&nbsp; That would be enough.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Alright.&nbsp; A job.&nbsp; Well OK, jobs had to be done.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Some people just shouldn't have been born in the first place, like some Pitbulls.&nbsp; Being corrupt and stopping the Family getting things done.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hers wasn't a job anyone would actually like doing, but somebody had to do it, and it had been said to her over and over (and over) again that her ability to hit the right spot - mostly the medulla at the base of the brain - and shred it with a high velocity 5.56 round meant that there was less suffering - none - than if anyone else did it.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was true, she supposed, that having her sense of balance and fine muscle control - or something - did make her more accurate than others with a gun.&nbsp; Her trainer weirdos had had plenty to say about it, as well as about her ability to focus and select targets slowly even in stressful situations.&nbsp; It was amazing how with a handgun people could blaze away from even really short range and miss a barn door; a phenomenon that had saved her life the last time she'd had to deal with a whole room.&nbsp; God, when that guy had started shooting back!&nbsp; &nbsp;She hated it when someone else had a gun too; she shit herself completely.&nbsp; But she'd put her aim on him, two-handed, and hit him through the face as her training had taught her...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Anyway.&nbsp; No time for daydreaming.&nbsp; She called the car rental company and a cab.&nbsp; Half an hour later she was back, an anonymous compact in the basement parking.&nbsp; She checked her rifle...all ready.&nbsp; Just an M164A in a case, with a fresh 20" barrel, a suppressor, scope and brass collector.&nbsp; &nbsp;A new small pistol with its suppressor.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Her disguise wardrobe; she checked her rota: bright blue contacts this time with blonde wig; padding for her tits, middle and butt; flat running shoes; lightweight baggy pants, and a long-sleeved floppy top patterened to disguise her shoulders a little.&nbsp; If she had to do anything at short range - which she really hoped she wouldn't - people would see a tubby little blue-eye blonde.&nbsp; With a shoulder bag, probably.&nbsp; Or just a purse, depending.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She watched a wildlife programme over breakfast - wildebeeste being taken by crocodiles, yet again; sad in a way, but so much more natural than homo sapiens shooting animals for fun wasn't it?&nbsp; Or shooting each other for this or that.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Guns.&nbsp; She just didn't like them.&nbsp; What people did with them.&nbsp; It was funny really, her role in the Family being what it was.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">But some jobs had to be done, and the Family was her family, even if she couldn't be with them all the time.&nbsp; And the best thing about a job was that afterwards they all met up, and her Family were round her again.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">When would he call?&nbsp; After an hour it seemed it wasn't going to be urgent, so she went in to the architects, hoping she'd be able to concentrate on her legal occupation.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 22:42:02</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In a gunfight<br>Killing people</strong><br>Getting out of the club like without being trampled would be difficult. And Mari was never one to pass up a party like this. And with nobody noticing her yet. She could be the deciding factor in the gunfight. Four Gang bangers, One with a Belgin waflemaker, another with a street sweeper, and a third with an overpriced glock imitator. Behind them was the face who might have a piece too, but probably isn't expecting to use it.<br>First thing's first, the guy with the FN2000 could probably take everyone out in one burst. Fortunately for Mari, her Glock can take him out in one shot. Yanking her pistol out of her purse she takes aim with both hands and fires...<br><br>There is a deafening boom as the large bullet erupts from the tiny gun. A shockwave of recoil ripples through Mari's flesh penetrating her body. 10mm auto had been invented by the FBI to kill junkies, 9mm and .45acp didn't have enough power, and larger magnum rounds weren't economical. Although It has been popular in the 80s thanks to the TV show Miami Vice, It was eventually abandoned and replaced, by the weaker .40s&amp;w because the recoil was too strong for some agents. That recoil however was the reason Mari had chosen this gun. The way it felt each time she fired made her legs tremble and her panties moist. It reminded her of the first time her daddy had taken her to the station and taught her how to shoot a tiny .22 pistol. The way that pea shooter felt to that little girl was the same feeling this grown woman felt when she unleashed her Glock.<br><br>The Bullet spiraled through the air and hit it's target square in the head, causing it to explode in a shower of gore that splattered over the Bosses head. Not what he had been expecting at all. The Bullet kept on moving as if nothing had happened, and sailed through the club, woe be any foolish enough to be in it's way. <br><br>Before anybody realized what was happening Mari had lined up her next shot. The Thug with the Mac10 was the next biggest threat. Sill shaking from the recoil her next shot was not as accurate, but no less deadly. The Bullet went into the man's chest, plowing through a rib, Severing an artery straight from the heart, shredding a lug, and finally lodging itself in his spinal column as the lung rapidly filled with blood. Two down, two to go. This party wasn't so bad after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 22:53:08</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Outside the Warehouse<br>With Damian, Cherry et al, getting further away fast</strong><br><br>Lots of yelling in Spanish from her friends now, various versions of stay down but keep moving, find a hole and pull it in after you.&nbsp; She still hadn't pulled her gun, they looked like the first wave of panicked spectators, she wanted to keep it that way.&nbsp; Get some distance and disappear, that was her plan.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 10:55:37</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In a gunfight<br>People killing each other</strong><br>Suddenly, Mari noticed something she had missed before.<br>Romario had already gone for his gun. But he was left-handed, and the hand she has been watching was the wrong one.<br>Luckily, he pulled it, but shot at Nix and not her, before falling flat and starting to roll.<br>Luckily for Nix as well, his bodyguard was still on top of his frame, so her body took the shot instead. She hissed audibly, and sank back on top her boss. Romario cursed profusely, mentioning Jesus and Santa Maria in combinations that would have earned him burning at the stake in the Middle Ages. And that was without speaking of the donkey! Some donkey was also involved in the already unnatural acts.<br>All around them, the shooting was well under way. The only living guard of Romario shot at Mari, but she moved fast enough to spoil his aim, or he'd probably have hit her. Someone behind her screamed. Ah well, less damage to private property.<br>Nix's guards showed an amazing display of <del>Imperial Stormtrooper's Markmanship</del> incompetence, by hitting anybody but their intended targets.<br>All of them, that is, but the wounded girl. She turned around, and calmly planted a shot in ribcage of the man who had hurt her, under the clavicle. He was probably wearing a bulletproof vest, and her gun was a small one - because there was no blood.<br>But she shot still made him moan in pain.<br>At the same time, the Italians were already moving to the exit. Only two of them remained behind, with their boss already out, and as the shooting started, shot from behind the cage. Probably suppressing fire more than anything, as one of them didn't seem to be even aiming.<br>It was just bad luck a spectator was in the way of the shots, and caught a bullet.<br>The other one seemed to be aiming more, though. His shot hit a man of Nix's squarely in the head, dropping him down. Then the two kept moving backwards, and were going to disappear any moment.<br>A trio of Japanese - or Chinese, Mary could guess - also opened suppressive fire. Nobody knew who the intended targets were, or whether there were going to be intended targets - but everybody really hit the deck this time. Gabi did so a bit too late, and earned a bullet wound in her right arm.<br>The people in their way were simply bashed aside, as they were cleaning the path for their own boss.<br>The chaos was complete.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 11:45:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily<br>At the office<br>Waiting for a text and chatting with colleagues</strong></span><br><br>Even after she arrived, Emily still didn't have a text.<br>She had something else, though. She had a very worried Frank at the opening of her cubicle. He was looking at her...questioningly? Yes, that was probably the word.<br>He didn't want to enter her private space uninvited, though, so he coughed to announce his presence. Whatever his possible failings as a father, Frank was an old-timer, and at least in <strong><em>his</em></strong> case, that came complete with "gentleman", it seemed.<br>The guy she had cut off earlier wasn't there yet. Late for work?<br>Well, it would be interesting if he had left due to her refusal. Not that anyone would blame her even then, but still, not something that happens every day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 12:57:16</strong>
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				<br><strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At the office</strong><br><strong>Frank with something on his mind...</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily had noticed Jimmy's desk was empty, but not paid much attention.&nbsp; Guys got over it; some in a couple of minutes and some at a later date...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Oh!&nbsp; God!&nbsp; Frank!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Shit, she’d been SUCH an idiot sending that friend request to Chrissie!&nbsp; What had she been thinking?&nbsp; What could it possibly look like?&nbsp; A 28-year-old woman who’d just met her trying to friend a 17-year-old!&nbsp; Or whatever young age she was, Emily didn’t actually know! </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Chrissie must have hordes of pervs trying to friend her all the time, with (rather recklessly it seemed to Emily) putting her picture up on her public facebook page, and now Emily had put herself in this ridiculous position.&nbsp; She was a little bit besotted, she had to admit.&nbsp; She'd stared at Chrissie's photo for ages, and then just clicked Add Friend on autopilot!&nbsp; A girl about 11 years younger!&nbsp; A teen!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Had Chrissie freaked and told Frank?&nbsp; He certainly looked concerned about something…well, have to face the music:</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Hi Frank,” Emily gave him her smile and stood up, inviting him to come into her area, “how’s things, everything OK?”</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 14:02:02</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Outside the warehouse<br>Looking innocent with Cherry</strong><br>Cherry doesn't offer much resistance. She just looks at you as you turn out the corner.<br>"Can't we wait for Nix here? He'll be angry if we don't! Besides, I'm sure he'll be fine. Alex will take care of him, you'll see!"<br>It seems like she's trying to persuade herself, actually, or Susan knows nothing of stress... Bargaining, anyone?<br>"And then he'd want to see me!", the girl adds with a tone that doesn't really allow for contradictions.<br>There's a coffee about 120 meters forward. It's still open, and it seems that at evenings, they also serve tortillas. People at the place are mostly older men, likely Cubans, and something is telling you the menu would be in Spanish. Some of the regulars seem unperturbed by the shots, and keep chomping cigars and arguing over a game of, if Sue can see that far, backgammon.<br>Maybe there was a bet placed on it.<br>The rest of the buildings in the area seem like warehouses. Further away, you see something that might be a strip-bar, although it's unclear from here, and a regular restaurant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 14:08:29</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At the office</strong><br><strong>Frank with something on his mind...</strong><br>If Chrissie had complained, it probably wasn't to Frank. He seemed like a man who had a poor night sleep as he was coming in.<br>"I hear you took them out to your yacht... good idea, Emily! Did you learn anything about Sam?"<br>He looks at you with hope. Than he gives you a crooked smile.<br>"I guess I should be glad he's willing to talk with an adult at all... even if you need an yacht with strong engine to achieve it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 15:19:57</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>Was it a shiver when Kelli's fingers glided over the blonde's forearm? Maybe she had just imagined it.<br>Or maybe it wasn't just imagination.<br>Soon after she entered - there were giggling girls everywhere, most discussing the men they danced with, or other women - the girl entered herself. And she looked around, smiling at Kelli absent-mindedly, before going to the hand-basin and splashing some water over her face.<br>"I needed that", she mutters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 15:21:12</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At the office</strong><br><strong>With Frank</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh, well,” Emily tried not to let her relief show, “he did say he’s been going to watch street racing, and talking to the racers.&nbsp; And he said he had somewhere he releases his energy and that he’d have been there if I hadn't picked them up.&nbsp; But I don’t know if he was meaning the street racing, or somewhere else.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Is everything OK?&nbsp; You look worried Frank.&nbsp; Anything I can do?&nbsp; He did talk to me a bit; he's a nice boy really.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She hoped Sam was alright.&nbsp; He seemed a good-natured kid under that adolescent bluster.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And Chrissie hadn't said anything, evidently!&nbsp; It was beyond stupid but even with this little drama and the PTS job coming up she couldn't help herself thinking about it, and hoping against hope that the gorgeous little girl might even accept her idiotic friend request.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 19:23:26</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>Smiling back at her, “hello” Kelli says.&nbsp; Coming over to the sink, she washes her face and neck with cool water before patting it dry and checking her hair.&nbsp; She listens to the others picking up bits and pieces of their conversation but not paying attention to closely.&nbsp; “How’s the Bamboo”; Kelli had heard about the new club, but hasn’t had a chance to go yet; “is it very hard to get into”.<br>Another beer, she thinks, and she would be ready to hit the floor again.&nbsp; She knows she has other pressing matters, a new car, maybe two, and this lawyer, pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she focuses her attention back on the blond. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 21:06:02</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At the office</strong><br><strong>With Frank</strong><br>"Nah", Frank passed his hand in front of his face. "It's not okay. The police called while you were with him. Some guys he was obviously hanging with have participated in a race, and lost control over the vehicle. They're dead, and the officers asked me whether I knew where my son was. The bodies have been, obviously, very hard to recognize!"<br>He seems a bit smaller and older now.<br>"I'm afraid this might have happened to him if you haven't offered to pick him. We'll likely never know, but you might have saved my son's life! He likes speed, all boys do - can you blame him?... Anyway. My wife wanted to know whether you'd like to come to a barbecue this Sunday after church?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 21:25:20</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>The blonde looks at her with appreciation.<br>"Bamboo, baby? A bit out of my price range, is what I can tell! The place sure is nice, but who gives almost 10 bucks for a beer?"<br>She sighs and sports a smile.<br>"Only was there once, a friend was paying. What made you ask about this place?"<br>The blonde looks at the gals that are leaving the restroom. Now that their chatter is away, you hear someone panting in one of the rooms.<br>Her smile grows wicked.<br>"What a girl's gotta do...", she nods towards said room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 21:50:12</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In a gunfight<br>Showing some 'mercy'</strong><br><br>Mari watched Romero and his last bodyguard run, but did not give chase, Instead she took a steady aim and Fired. Her bullet screamed out of the gun and caught Romero in the back of the knee. Drilling straight through his kneecap and practically amputating him. His lower leg only attached by the few tendons that had not been severed and two flaps of skin, he tripped and fell flat on his face. With her target down she advanced slowly towards Romero, pointing her gun at the last guard with a crazy expression on her face, saying in the universal language 'drop your gun and get the fuck out of my sight.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 22:03:38</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>Leaning back against the counter, "I was just curious is all, all I seem to be hearing is the Bamboo this, Bamboo that."&nbsp; "I’m sure it’s the same here as it is in LA or Vegas, once the celebs find a new place to seen, common folk will be have an easier time getting in and the drinks will become more affordable." <br>Smiling as she looks at the door where the panting is coming from then looking back with a slight shrug “I guess it would depend on the product.&nbsp; At least they are saving the price of the room, and don’t have to fight the line to get back in”<br>Extending her hand to the blond, “I’m Kelli”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 23:03:56</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>A block or so away from the scene of slaughter<br>Diving nito a coffee shop shop with Cherry and company</strong><br><br>A coffeshop, cafe tables outside, perfect she'd keep her mouth shut as much as possible and be a perfect customer.&nbsp; She ducked inside, found a table away from the windows, and grabbed&nbsp; seat, stuffed Cherry into it and sat across from her.&nbsp; Damian and&nbsp; Urbano, well, they were just two more of the usual clientele by the looks of things.<br><br>"Later, sure, you bet you can hook up with Nix later, but right now we lay low and keep quiet.&nbsp; Sirens, do you hear sirens?&nbsp; Oh God."&nbsp; She was shaken, shaking, actually.&nbsp; Now that the crisis was over, her hands were shaking again, worse than usual in fact.&nbsp; Reaction to bullets flying, staring death in the face, she wanted to collapse into a quivering pile, didn't dare, didn't dare.<br><br>She glanced at a menu stand of the table, in Spanish of course.&nbsp; "Coffee, two, cream and sugar."&nbsp; She held up two fingers and slapped a ten on the table.&nbsp; She was pretty sure the server would understand that.&nbsp; <em>My .380, do I ditch it?&nbsp; It has my prints, the cartridges, I didn't wipe them when I loaded, shiiiiiit.</em>&nbsp; In the relative calm, her imagination was working overtime quite forgetting that she had a concealed carry permit.&nbsp; But looking at Cherry across the table was a distraction from worry, oh yes she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 23:09:31</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At the office</strong><br><strong>With Frank</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh goodness!” Emily tried to process all this shocking information. “Those poor boys, in that car! And thank goodness Sam wasn’t with them, how lucky!&nbsp; No wonder you look a bit shaken up Frank.&nbsp; How incredibly close that was!”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">God, it <em>was </em>shocking that she just happened to have seen Frank looking at the photo and offered to pick Sam up.&nbsp; And only so she could get to meet his sister - Sam would never know he owed his life to his sister’s looks!&nbsp; Well, to be fair Emily had suggested the boat not so much for Chrissie as to try and get Sam talking as Frank had asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;Otherwise she’d have let Sam go off as he rather obviously had wanted to, and perhaps had Chrissie all to herself in the boat…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily shook her head to clear it, before her mind started wandering off about anchoring somewhere or desert islands…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Now…a barbecue?&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; On the one hand she was desperate to see Chrissie again, but on the other hand how could she be sure of keeping her ridiculous infatuation hidden from both parents? </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And Church??&nbsp; That ended the last miniscule chance that Chrissie’s parents would be happy about an older woman knocking off their sweet seventeen-year-old daughter!!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Shit! </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">If Chrissie would even be interested.&nbsp; Though she had been quite cool about Emily announcing her lesbianism.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Anyway, she was in danger of taking too long to respond.&nbsp; A prior appointment?&nbsp; Or see Chrissie?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh thank you Frank, that would be lovely!&nbsp; Do thank your wife, and I look forward to meeting her.”</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 02:08:08</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>"I'm Miriam. Nice to meet you, Kelli", the girl takes her hand while wetting her lips with her tongue and looking in Kelli's eyes. Then she turns towards the mirrors and begins applying more lipstick.<br>"Yeah, I didn't think about the line part... So, you've been in Vegas? How's the club scene there - the one we could afford?"<br>About this time, the door opens, and a man comes out. Than another. And another.<br>"Sorry, ladies, it was urgent. We figured you wouldn't mind", one of them explains. The others just smile apologetically while heading out the door. Miriam laughs silently, leaning against the wall.<br>"Just think what everyone would come if they look in this direction. An Asian guy, a Caucasian, and an Afroamerican coming out together from the female restroom...some bouncer might decide they've been trying to jump our bones!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 04:50:41</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>Kelli found herself mesmerized by the sensual moment of her tongue, her eyes unable to look away.&nbsp; “I was there only a couple times, a few years ag….” The racket of the three guys piling out of the stall making their way out of the ladies room cutting her off cold. She stands there in shocked surprised at the comicalness of it.<br><br>Turning to Miriam, moving a little closer, “I wonder which one of them was moaning and panting” she says chuckling.&nbsp; “The way my nights been going, the bouncers would probably think I was the one holding them captive in here”.&nbsp; Letting her eyes move over her face, taking it all in, how cute and attractive she was, making eye contact briefly before asking, “what do you say we hit dance floor, or if you prefer….” Letting the question hang as she lets her eyes glance at one of the open stalls.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 08:50:34</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>"Oh? Do you keep men in stalls a lot?", Miriam looked perturbed.<br>"And if I prefer - what? Going to the Bamboo? Was that what the questions are about? Yeah...", she reaches Kelli's hand and smiles warmly.<br>"Let's hit the floor, and we'll see after that!"<br>She practically pulls you out and to the dancing parts. The song is a slow, chill-out. It's up to you how to play that dance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 09:00:37</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At the office</strong><br><strong>With Frank</strong><br>"Oh? That's great, Emily!", Frank looked surprised for a moment, then smiled warmly and more confidently for the first time.<br>"Looking forward to Sunday, than. Will you bring som...Whatwasdat?"<br>The sounds everybody has heard are eerily similar to automatic fire and glass breaking.<br>"Oh. My. God!", Frank says, looking from the your cubicle, then drops to the soft chair nearby.<br>"Jimmy's got a gun... He's shot Ricky! Oh God, I don't want to die!"<br>Ricky's the guard at the door. A beat cop that checks the visitors, unless he knows them.<br>Or maybe he checked, depending on Jimmy's aim and whether it was his body that broke the glass door, or some bullets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 10:08:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>At the office</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Jimmy shooting the place up</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Jimmy?” Emily tried to adjust to this war zone that had suddenly descended on her nice peaceful office.&nbsp; This incredible noise and deadly danger.&nbsp; She grabbed Frank and pulled him onto the floor as bullets zipped past, destroying her monitor and some lights in the ceiling.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Jimmy?&nbsp; What? Why?</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Oh God, surely it wasn’t about HER??</span>&nbsp; That was too absurd.<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Where was he?&nbsp; Was he just going to walk round killing people?&nbsp; Well she couldn’t just lie here and let him…but what could she do?&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Well</span> Jimmy was a 23-year-old guy right?&nbsp; God!&nbsp; It was all there was...<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Quick! She slipped her jacket off and undid some buttons on her blouse.&nbsp; Quick!&nbsp; Reached up to her desk drawer for her scissors, cut through her bra straps and pulled the bra off.&nbsp; Quick!&nbsp; Rubbed her nipples…they wouldn’t really come up in this situation but the blouse was nice and thin at least, you could see her nipples pretty clearly.&nbsp; Quick!&nbsp; Where WAS he?&nbsp; She did up some buttons leaving three undone - too tarty and obvious – Quick! Two undone showing the insides of her tits; at least her B’s were high and perky, quite jutting even. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Jimmy!” she called as the shooting paused for moment, “Stop shooting!&nbsp; I love you!&nbsp; I’m going to stand up, alright?&nbsp; Don’t shoot!&nbsp; I love you, I didn’t know how to say it!&nbsp; Don’t shoot, OK, I want to talk to you!”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She took a deep breath, wondering if it would be her last, and made herself stand up.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 11:15:21</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>After a gunfight<br>Observing her handiwork</strong><br>The guy was somewhere in a different space, it seemed. Maybe he was just too dull, maybe too loyal a follower, or maybe he had gone to the stratosphere from all the cocaine. Maybe more than one of those.<br>You would likely never know...<br>The guy pulls a smoke grenade from his coat, dropping the gun like so much useless weight.But then he throws it behind Romario, hiding both of them in the thick smoke. The smoke erupts, causing tears in your eyes almost like tear-gas... but its main goal is to obscure, not to kill you via smoke inhalation.<br>The hail of fire from Nix's goons lead to some laughter from the other side of the smokescreen - they don't manage to hit even the Italian, who's leaving after laying the suppressive fire for his boss's escape. With all the shooting and screaming, it's hard to shoot by sound, so the smokescreen works quite well.<br>Well, there was less screaming since most people ran away or huddled low - but after the Desert Eagle's shot, an woman added her screams to the nonsense. "I'm hurt", "My blood is pouring", all the useless stuff people tend to scream. As if anyone involved in a shoot-out would stop to check on them.<br>It almost seemed like the guy might run away. Except the girl who saved Nix rose to her feet immediately after the guy dropped the gun. It only took one smooth motion, and she still had her gun.<br>Then she pointed to a point in the smoke, and shot. You hear a man's cry of agonising, shearing pain.<br>... seems like you'll never know why the guy was unimpressed, <strong><em>unless you check his file in the mortuary.</em></strong><br>***<br>Gabi is whimpering at the floor. Other men and women have also been shot, trampled near the exits, or similar things.<br>The Latino Kings are the only ones still around, but Nix's group meets them with pointed guns. And there are only three of them.<br>Then someone without the colours of the gang steps forward and shakes his head. He doesn't wear their colours, but he seemed like one of them.<br>"Go in peace, mon. I didn't invite either of you so you'd piss all over my party and shoot my guests, but you did what you did. You'll have to talk to my bros about... amends, I guess. It's not me you've gotta talk with now. No time to talk now, pigs are going to be here in minutes, and we've gotta do some cleaning".<br>He moves back in the line, and they lower their own guns, going back to the "cleaning" part. Some people get loaded on stretchers, and it seems there's a van outside.<br>Nix's blood-shot eyes turn towards Mari.<br>"You, the battle-angel-whatwasyournameagain... Tell me who you are, and rapidly. Or better yet, tell me this while we're drivin' away!"<br>The girl with the still smoking gun smiles at you.<br>"We can take your girlfriend as well", she adds in the same throaty, low voice. "I think a doctor can be found as well..."<br>Nix looks at her, but doesn't contradict her. Instead, he nods.<br>"Yes, and pick that Brazilian one-legged sack of shit as well! I want to make an example!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 11:28:21</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>A block or so away from the scene of slaughter<br>Diving nito a coffee shop shop with Cherry and company</strong><br>Urbano's scarred face looks at the place and the guy snickers.<br>"I'd better keep going. Too many people know who I am... but if they miss you, you can come to bail me out!"<br>Damian, however, sits with you.<br>"And I'll take care than nobody bothers the ladies", he promises. Loud and clear, and flexing his biceps while leaning his head on his hand.<br>"Coffee, black, no suga' and cream for me. Make it strong, like Jack Daniels!", he adds his own order.<br>Cherry looks at the two of you with hope.<br>"You think he's going to call me? No wait, what a fool I am! My phone is back in the warm-up room! He couldn't get in contact!"<br>She almost raises from her chair, but Damian grabs her shoulder.<br>"Still too dangerous, kid. And your phone is just a pre-paid card. Screw it, you'll get a new one! After all, you won, right? A phone is nothing compared to it".<br>She smiles for the first time and sinks back.<br>"Yes... I almost thought she had me for a while. Damn fast, she is, and with those chains, it was almost scary!"<br>She shrugs.<br>"But I couldn't let Nix lose his money, right? And I know you had bet on me as well, Damian!"<br>The man almost blushes.<br>"I...know your abilities, kid!", he answers simply. His voice seem proud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 13:44:53</strong>
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				Susan Cochrane<br>In a coffeeshop a block or so away from the Warehouse<br>Trying to relax with Damian and Cherry<br><br>"Vaya con Dios, Urbano", near the limit of her non-profane Spanish, that was.&nbsp; she started to calm down, her shakes eased, settled into the normal background tremor of faintly trembling fingers. <em> Damian is here, so no making moves on Cherry.</em>&nbsp; A bit of a relaxingthought&nbsp; itself, in a way. Susan just wasn't sure how the man would react if she and Cherry became an item, wasn't completely sure Cherry would even welcome it, keep the status quo just to be safe<br><br>"Cherry, he's right, forget the phone, I change mine often anyway."&nbsp; She sighed with relief when their orders arrived.&nbsp; Finally, something to do with her hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;The coffee helped with her shaking, the doctors had said something about increased adrenaline levels overriding the damaged motor center in the brain that caused her shakes.&nbsp; A long sip, then another.<br><br>"Damian, where did she learn to use a shield like that?&nbsp; A small one, I mean.&nbsp; Riot shields are huge, like the old Roman shields, but that trashcan lid, what, more like a buckler or something like that?"&nbsp; She was watching for the cops, they- there they were, the vanguard of a flood of blue lights tearing towards the warehouse. " Right, wait for them to seal the warehouse off, then we disappear into the curious crowd."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 16:09:00</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>Making her way back onto the dance floor with Miriam, she moves her body in time with the music.&nbsp; Not one to reflect back on past troubles or difficulties; she enjoys the moment, happy to be dancing with this cute girl, even if she’s straight, as opposed to being locked up in the Miami-Dade Police Department.&nbsp; <br><br>The dance floor has room, knowing this is one of those break songs, allowing the dancers a chance to get some water or drinks, a good DJ knowing the slow rhythms are needed to give everyone a chance to recoup a little.&nbsp; Soon the tempo and beats would increase calling the dancers back to the floor, the frenzy would start again.&nbsp; Smiling, enjoying the flow of the music and dance, her arms rise up above her head, moving slowly, rhythmically, with her body as moves with Miriam.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She lets her eyes move around the club, the dj stage, the bars lining the wall, the others dancing near her, before settling on Miriam. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 16:48:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily<br>At the office<br>Jimmy shooting the place up</strong></span><br>Jimmy let another burst while she was talking. The people in the office had scattered. Most of them were professionals in a field that didn't require carrying a weapon, but some had got the idea of lying on the floor already. Others were going for the emergency exit.<br>When Emily stood up ("No, Emily, don't go", Frank had said meekly, although there was hope in his eyes), he turned his weirdly-shaped submachine gun towards her. His eyes were flashing, but he didn't pull the trigger.<br>"Yeah, sure you do! You gave them an opportunity to mock me, and just went away, knowing what they would say! But now I've got this", he waved the muzzle, "and you suddenly love me?"<br>"We didn't want to be mean", said Bob, the Boss's own office assistant.<br>"Silence!", Jimmy answered with a scream, and let out another burst before Emily could do anything. The 9mm bullet struck Bob in the stomach, and the man fell over and started sobbing.<br>And then the muzzle turned towards her.<br>"I want to hear what she's got to say", Jimmy added. There was hardness in his voice now that wasn't there before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 17:11:26</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a coffeeshop a block or so away from the Warehouse<br>Trying to relax with Damian and Cherry<br></strong><br>The man smiled, but he was obviously proud.<br>"Well, a girl needs to know how to use an weapon around this parts! And I happen to be into some old-school fencing. Not what pays the bills, but still..."<br>"You told me it would help my grappling as well?", Cherry raised a brow.<br>"Yeah, sure it did - you need to get into grappling range to do that, don't you?", Damian shot back. "Don't tell me you didn't use the same principles, kid! I was there, ya know?"<br>Cops were still looking for the address. Then they'd start establishing a perimeter, in case anyone had remained behind, ready to shoot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 17:29:55</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>Miriam seems... entranced again. She loses herself in the rhythm completely, this girl. And her hands slowly move behind her head, pulling the hair up and letting it fall back between her fingers - using the extra space that's normally not available to spread her elbows.<br>Of course, this move makes her breast perk up. And she probably knows and enjoys it.<br>The DJ stage has got a DJ who maybe just smiled at you. The bars are full of people using the opportunity to catch a breath, and the ones near you are mostly those that wanted a slow dance, or have taken their breath recently.<br>Miriam is supple, slow and sensual. And while she mostly keeps her upper body straight, the lower part is moving almost like a snake,s gathering the stares of the men - and quite a few other women.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 19:17:17</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a coffeeshop a block or so away from the Warehouse<br>Trying to relax with Damian and Cherry</strong><br><br>"We're pprobably far enough away."&nbsp; Susan sighed.&nbsp; But maybe not.&nbsp; Let the cops see us leave the place, look at them, they'd expect that, this is quite a sight.&nbsp; But we head away from here, nice and slow.&nbsp; What do you think, Damian?"&nbsp; She kept a grip on Cherry's hand, looked only at Damian.&nbsp; <em>My car, hell, my car, what about my car?&nbsp; They'll impound it it's parked right by the warehouse lucky me, find, oh shit, well, all my illegal stuff is in my bag.&nbsp; I hope.&nbsp; Did anything fall out?&nbsp; No, nothing big, no pills, the damn things cost too much, I'm careful. but I'll have to go to the poind to get it back.&nbsp; Shit!</em><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Edited for typos, my cat was helping me type.</strong></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 20:19:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6867547#msg6867547">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 04-09-2012, 11:15:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>After a gunfight<br>Observing her handiwork</strong><br>The guy was somewhere in a different space, it seemed. Maybe he was just too dull, maybe too loyal a follower, or maybe he had gone to the stratosphere from all the cocaine. Maybe more than one of those.<br>You would likely never know...<br>The guy pulls a smoke grenade from his coat, dropping the gun like so much useless weight.But then he throws it behind Romario, hiding both of them in the thick smoke. The smoke erupts, causing tears in your eyes almost like tear-gas... but its main goal is to obscure, not to kill you via smoke inhalation.<br>The hail of fire from Nix's goons lead to some laughter from the other side of the smokescreen - they don't manage to hit even the Italian, who's leaving after laying the suppressive fire for his boss's escape. With all the shooting and screaming, it's hard to shoot by sound, so the smokescreen works quite well.<br>Well, there was less screaming since most people ran away or huddled low - but after the Desert Eagle's shot, an woman added her screams to the nonsense. "I'm hurt", "My blood is pouring", all the useless stuff people tend to scream. As if anyone involved in a shoot-out would stop to check on them.<br>It almost seemed like the guy might run away. Except the girl who saved Nix rose to her feet immediately after the guy dropped the gun. It only took one smooth motion, and she still had her gun.<br>Then she pointed to a point in the smoke, and shot. You hear a man's cry of agonising, shearing pain.<br>... seems like you'll never know why the guy was unimpressed, <strong><em>unless you check his file in the mortuary.</em></strong><br>***<br>Gabi is whimpering at the floor. Other men and women have also been shot, trampled near the exits, or similar things.<br>The Latino Kings are the only ones still around, but Nix's group meets them with pointed guns. And there are only three of them.<br>Then someone without the colours of the gang steps forward and shakes his head. He doesn't wear their colours, but he seemed like one of them.<br>"Go in peace, mon. I didn't invite either of you so you'd piss all over my party and shoot my guests, but you did what you did. You'll have to talk to my bros about... amends, I guess. It's not me you've gotta talk with now. No time to talk now, pigs are going to be here in minutes, and we've gotta do some cleaning".<br>He moves back in the line, and they lower their own guns, going back to the "cleaning" part. Some people get loaded on stretchers, and it seems there's a van outside.<br>Nix's blood-shot eyes turn towards Mari.<br>"You, the battle-angel-whatwasyournameagain... Tell me who you are, and rapidly. Or better yet, tell me this while we're drivin' away!"<br>The girl with the still smoking gun smiles at you.<br>"We can take your girlfriend as well", she adds in the same throaty, low voice. "I think a doctor can be found as well..."<br>Nix looks at her, but doesn't contradict her. Instead, he nods.<br>"Yes, and pick that Brazilian one-legged sack of shit as well! I want to make an example!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Mari<br>Smoke everywhere<br>Getting her man</strong><br><br>Mari nods to Nix and walks slowly into the cloud of smoke. Finding Romero on the floor she puts her gun to the back of his head as she grabs him by the collar and pulls him off the ground. "&lt;Ready to give the devil that kiss?&gt;" Whipping the pink handcuffs she carried in her purse around his wrists, she dragged him back to Nyx leaving a bloody trail on the ground. Not strong enough to cary him all the way outside she drops him next to Nyx's men. "I think the kings are gonna want him, might be a good idea to use him for the... amends."<br><br>Once she had dropped off Romero she turned to Gabbi, "You alright chica?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 22:05:13</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I love you Jimmy!” Emily said emotionally, “I did the moment I saw you!&nbsp; But…I was scared!!&nbsp; I was in love once before, and I was hurt! Terribly hurt!”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She was reviewing every little bit of knowledge she’d ever come across, hoping to stop him firing any more.&nbsp; He’d he just shot Bob, on purpose.&nbsp; Bob who’d never harmed a living thing!&nbsp; And who now would have internal bleeding and might be dying right here.&nbsp; He must get to hospital right away and not become a hostage when the cops showed up; which they would soon because at least a dozen people must have called 911 by now. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The main thing was what Jimmy wanted to hear, right?&nbsp; If he wanted to believe, he would.&nbsp; He wanted her, and respect.&nbsp; Love – everybody wanted love – and respect.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Don’t worry about what anyone’s said, it wasn’t true!” she carried on, finding it surprisingly easy to translate terror and desperation into something that just sounded emotional.&nbsp; “I LOVE you, I didn’t mean to reject you I was just trying to protect myself, from being hurt again!&nbsp; Let me come and show them!&nbsp; Show them all how I love you!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Look, I’m not hiding anything!”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">As though proving she wasn’t carrying a gun she started undoing the remaining buttons of her blouse.&nbsp; Hopefully Jimmy would be a bit mesmerised – enough guys stared at her on the beach, didn’t they?&nbsp; She forced herself to work slowly. Her blouse came open, just a bit, and she started on her suit pants.&nbsp; When they were open she pulled her shoes off, let her pants fall and stepped out of them, moving forwards as she did so.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Now she was in her open blouse, which was a bit see-through, and her panties, which were just her ordinary white ones but luckily she did like them on the small side in the bikini style. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She took a slow pace towards Jimmy, lifting one hand to sweep her blouse off one shoulder as she did so. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“You see, Jimmy?&nbsp; I’m not carrying anything and I love you!”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The blouse slipped down her arm to just above her elbow, leaving the front on that side poised tantalisingly on the end of her tit.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 00:52:07</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>The slow vibes soothing her, she feels as if she is drifting, slow turns, arms caressing over her body, she dances and moves around Miriam. Her eyes watching the sway of her hips, the movement of her body, her movements so fluid and natural.&nbsp; Slowly the beat and tempo increase as a new track mixes into the one currently playing, merging with it until the old one fades. <br>&nbsp;<br>Couples get pressed closer together as dancers start making their way onto the floor.&nbsp; Many still wait in line at the bar for a drink, others enjoying their drinks in the VIP area, or on the rails.&nbsp; A dealer makes his was across the dance floor, dance with a couple here, a girl there, a guy, discreetly showing them something in his palm carefully so as not to attract the attention of security.&nbsp; X she thinks to herself, that’s probably what it is.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 13:13:05</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Smoke everywhere<br>Getting her man</strong><br>"Y me preguntas???", Gabi seems shocked, while pressing her right arm to stiffle the bloodflow. The t-shirt is getting wet, but not in a good way.<br>"Ché, no es claro? Jod... ah si, no hablas en Christiano! So, let me make that clear: fuck you idea of a party! I'm wounded, losing blood! Get me to a car, and I never want to see you again!"<br>Behind you, Nix laughs.<br>"You interested in a job, babe? You two", he turns to his guards. "Get Johnnie off the floor, and pull him to the car. And get the one-legged sack of shit as well!"<br>"I think he's serious about the job offer", the throaty feminine voice adds, right behind you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 14:27:08</strong>
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				<strong>Emily<br>At Battlefield Office<br>Not carrying anything but bad intentions</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Also...</div><div class="spoiler_body">I think I got who's the stripper... :P<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40932 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40932)<br>2 successes with his Shooting of 1. Ain't it nice he's in the equivalent of total darkness now &gt;:)?<br>No need for a defence roll.<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40932 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40932)<br>And he doesn't get to remember his training. Good morning, empty clip!<br></div></div><br>"You, too, were hurt?", Jimmy looked at her with almost pain in his eyes. "I'm not going to allow anyone to hurt you any more!"<br>Isobel looked in his pale, clouded eyes. He believed it... now. And was looking at the other people thoughtfully - probably considering whether they'd be willing to shut up about the identity of the shooter.<br>It was in those same clouded eyes that Emily stuck her fingersnails - probably moments before Jimmy reached the inevitable conclusion that someone is bound to talk. Which would've meant shooting unarmed people again...<br>"Aaargh", Jimmy's shriek was nearly not human. He tried to point at her and pull that trigger, again, but the shots went high above her head and to the side. And in his rage, he kept spraying.<br>That is, until the gun ran out of bullets. Which, at this rate of firing them, took barely a couple seconds.<br>"CLICK!"<br>A piece of glass fell from a table, almost as an afterthought. It was probably one of the last bullets who had broken the big glass on Frank's working table - unless it has been one of the first pieces of lead.<br>The man used to pour boiling water in it in order to make several coffees. Now it was broken, edges glinting at the sun while coffee was spilling from it. It was almost like a human bleeding on the floor.<br>Not that there was a lack of those, of course!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 15:14:29</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a coffeeshop a block or so away from the Warehouse<br>Trying to relax with Damian and Cherry</strong><br>It wasn't Damian, but Cherry who answered to her. The girl was looking at her distressed face.<br>"Is it alright, Doc? Afraid I don't know your name, after maybe you saved my life there... I get really worried about Nix, though! He's a sweetheart when you get to know him better!"<br>She extended her hand and bent to whisper in her .<br>"And my name is Linda. You can stop calling me by my ring name!"<br>She leaned towards Susane and whispered in her ear.<br>"Damian thinks I picked Cherry to tease the horny guys that were going to watch us. Well, he's right - but don't tell'im that!"<br>After pulling back, she winks at Susan.<br>"Although Cherry is cute and innocent, whatever Da Mo here says!"<br>Damian almost chokes on his coffee.<br>"I should've never told you about Da Mo", he notes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 15:54:02</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>Miriam followed Kelli's eyes and turned to look. Then she slowly smiled.<br>In the lights of the club, there's something of&nbsp; a cat's muzzle about her smile as she waves to the dealer. Of course, he sees her with the trained peripheral vision of someone who makes money with it - and approaches.<br>As he does so, Miriam turns back, the smile still on her face.<br>"I know the guy, he's got whatever you wish... what are you into, sweetie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 17:32:24</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a coffeeshop a block or so away from the Warehouse<br>Trying to relax with Damian and Cherry</strong><br><br>A moment's hesitation, a flicker of her eyes to Damian, but Susan took Cher- Linda's hand. <em> Long fingers for such a small woman.</em>&nbsp; And that soft touch of breath at her ear while they still held hands, the memory of Cherry and Flash body to body in the pit,&nbsp; Raw, feral, primal.<br><br>Susan had a vision, a sense of being pinned to something far softer than a pit floor, looking up at a woman who was tenting long black hair over their faces as she bent down to perhaps force a kiss that didn't need to be forced at all.<br><br><em>Down, Girl.</em><br><br>"Da Mo."&nbsp; She grinned at Damian, the tension, her tension anyway, broken, but not gone.&nbsp; Just stored away for later.&nbsp; "Oh, don't look at me like that, I won't say it again."<br><br>More flashing lights, a lot more brought her Back to alertness.&nbsp; "We'll be all right, Linda.&nbsp; You and Damian are clear.&nbsp; The cops will want to talk to me, but that's OK.'&nbsp; She thought a moment.&nbsp; "I'm Susan.&nbsp; But I never told you that, don't know you.&nbsp; If anybody asks you, you got my name from Damian."<br><br>And speaking of Damian, she and Linda were still barely holding hands, their fingertips were overlapping.&nbsp; He was getting that dour look in his eyes again.&nbsp; Susan pulled her hand back and hefted her coffee with it.&nbsp; "We should go now, I think.&nbsp; The cops will find my car at the warehouse, run the plates.&nbsp; We go before I get made, give you two time to get lost.&nbsp; Damian, find me when you think things have cooled enough to do so."&nbsp; And that would give Susan a bit more time to think about Linda.<em>&nbsp; Polite flirting with the woman who saved her?&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; Yanking a dykes chain?&nbsp; No, she isn't the type.&nbsp; She's involved with Nix, that isn't over and I do not at all want to be mixed up in a triangle. </em>&nbsp; But the memory of holding her in the ring, thinking about what it would be like to hold her without any clothing in the way?&nbsp; Thoughts like that could cloud one's judgement, they really could.<br><br>She rose from her seat, scooping up and shoulderiing her carryall, slung across her back to block sight of the small pistol against the curve of her lower back.&nbsp; "Let's go.&nbsp; Linda on Damian's right, me on his left.&nbsp; Everybody's gun hand blocked or busy, why we won't look like we're dodging trouble at all."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Edited due to assistance from a demented dachshund.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 18:48:07</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>A small grin on her face, she leans closer to Miriam, “I’m not sure he has what I am looking for tonight”; reaching into her pocket she pulls out a folded $100, palming it, she slides her hand over Miriam's placing it in her hand. “Get what you want sweetie, I'm okay for now”.&nbsp; Her body moves hips swaying, watching as the dealer comes closer. Leaning in again, “Maybe he knows someone who might be selling cars”. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 20:30:28</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>Miriam raises a brow while taking the bill.<br>"A car? You planning something big, baby? A wild ride, I'd guess...let me get my stuff, I think I can persuade him!"<br>She slips away for a moment and dances with the dealer. Then she seems to pocket something, and keeps talking.<br>At the end, he whispers something in her ear, and then money do change hands. Finally.<br>Miriam comes back almost radiant.<br>"There you go, sweetheart... I've got a number, and some stuff I might use later".<br>She leans close to you during the dance, and puts a hand on your shoulder to keep you close. It looks like you're just keeping contact during the dance.<br>"Call 5556905871432, sweetheart... unless you need a car with perfect documents, that is".<br>Then she pulls back, and winks.<br>"Got any plans?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 21:54:09</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a coffeeshop a block or so away from the Warehouse<br>Trying to relax with Damian and Cherry</strong><br>And out they went, into the rain... which of course made Linda's shirt wet again, and almost allowed seeing through.<br>The girl turned to Sue and smiled as if they shared some secret Damien wasn't privy of, before going away with a sweep of her thighs.<br><br>***<br><br>All of that went out of Sue's head when she came face to face with someone she knew, moments before reaching her car. Sergeant Estevez was big, burly, and didn't particularly like dykes.<br>But then he liked war veterans.<br>And he just hated people that dealt in drugs.<br>But try as he might, he had never caught her doing that.<br>Theirs was a complicated relationship. Which was about to reach a new level with his question.<br>"Madre de Dios, what has happened here, Sue?"<br>Not that he was smiling, but then Estevez wasn't known for smiling even with friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:23:46</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6873830#msg6873830">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-09-2012, 13:13:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>Smoke everywhere<br>Getting her man</strong><br>"Y me preguntas???", Gabi seems shocked, while pressing her right arm to stiffle the bloodflow. The t-shirt is getting wet, but not in a good way.<br>"Ché, no es claro? Jod... ah si, no hablas en Christiano! So, let me make that clear: fuck you idea of a party! I'm wounded, losing blood! Get me to a car, and I never want to see you again!"<br>Behind you, Nix laughs.<br>"You interested in a job, babe? You two", he turns to his guards. "Get Johnnie off the floor, and pull him to the car. And get the one-legged sack of shit as well!"<br>"I think he's serious about the job offer", the throaty feminine voice adds, right behind you.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Geeze stop whining, you need medical help, if I let you go now you'll bleed to death in the back of a cab." Mari turns to Nyx and his men. "Who's your doctor, I'll consider a job when my bitch stops bleeding to death."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:25:03</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Once the shooting stopped Emily took a step back and looked at Jimmy: he wasn’t a threat any more, that was clear.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">This wasn’t exactly the first shooting she’d been present at, so once her ears had stopped ringing she was able to collect herself and get dressed, after which the remaining male staff were apparently willing to look at something else and get hold of the berserk young man.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She checked on Bob: he was still hanging in there.&nbsp; She knelt down and told him to keep still and an ambulance was on its way.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She thought she could hear sirens already…time to clear out before any media turned up and started photographing everyone.&nbsp; Better not to be on scene when the cops turned up too.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She walked out to the car park and got in her M3.&nbsp; God she loved this car.&nbsp; Chrissie had seemed to like it too. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily fired up the V8 and headed for home.&nbsp; Music on, a nice drive, and then her penthouse.&nbsp; Maybe a run on the beach, later; and there was her facebook to check, wasn’t there?</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 22:57:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6875722#msg6875722">Quote from: AK47 on 05-09-2012, 22:23:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Geeze stop whining, you need medical help, if I let you go now you'll bleed to death in the back of a cab." Mari turns to Nyx and his men. "Who's your doctor, I'll consider a job when my bitch stops bleeding to death."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"That was Johnnie", answers the same throaty voice. She was still behind her, too.<br>"Unless you want me to do something about her, baby? The question is...how much are you willing to sacrifice for her?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 23:03:32</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>“You know how it is” giving her a less than innocent smile “it makes it easier to get from here to there if you have car, and I seem to have misplaced mine”.&nbsp; She moves and dances with the others in her area as she watches Miriam.<br>&nbsp; <br>Her hands resting on her hips as she leans in with the phone number; her hips move slowly, lightly grinding on her thigh. “thanks babygirl”.&nbsp; She moves, increasing the tempo of her gyrations matching the beats, repeating the number in her mind several times so she doesn’t forget it.&nbsp; Strobe lights start to flash and pulse, increasing the tempo, energy building.&nbsp; She raises her arms in the air clapping her hands together with the rest of dancers mimicking the DJ and his crew on the stage as they start to work the crowd up.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving up behind Miriam, she leans forward pressing her lips close to hear ear. “My night is completely free; you have anything special in mind?”&nbsp; her&nbsp; eyes close as she drifts with the music,&nbsp; her head moving back and forth grooving as her hips sway leaning closer again, “don’t let me forget to give you my twitter info in case you want to go for one of those ‘wild rides’ or clubbing this weekend.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 23:29:57</strong>
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				<strong>Emily<br>Leaving Jimmy Again<br>At home</strong><br>Just as Emily travelled, she caught a radio station.<br>"After the shoot-out in Little Habana yesterday, a new crime involving assault weapons has been committed. This time in downtown! Another wageslave has gone mad because of the stress and alienation in our wonderful city. The man, Jimmy Fitzgerald, has assaulted his colleagues with a Japanese submachine gun. After he shot two men, including the guard, he has been submitted by a 120-pounds girl who reportedly used her self-defence techniques on him. Wouldn't like to mess with her myself, the man had a submachine gun... until she caught him up close. The police is looking her for a statement, but given the testimonies, it seems unlikely she'd be prosecuted for bodily harm! In other news: street racing remains a problem that puts at risk the life of people who haven't chosen to participate, including children. The police refuses to comment how often such events are organised..."<br><br>***<br><br>When Emily arrived home, she saw a notification on FB.<br>"Chrissie confirmed you as a friend".<br>"You have message from Chrissie".<br>"You have message from Chrissie".<br>"You have message from Don".<br>"Saw your request today. No problems, but I barely use it any more. Got G+?"<br>"Emily? Father called to make sure we're not worried. You're my hero! Can you teach me to do that? Sam is confused, but seems to want to talk with you as well!"<br>"Emily? Glad you helped all those people, and you did well, but being so open? And your mobile isn't on. Call your Family. You know we're the only ones that love you! And you might need a lawyer".
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:31:20</strong>
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				Susan Cochrane<br>Far too close to the scene of slaughter<br>With Sgt Estevez, one of Miami's finest<br><br>Two things had kept Susan out of trouble with the police.<br><br>She hadn't gotten anybody killed trying to help them.<br><br>She never lied to the cops.&nbsp; Not directly, anyway.<br><br>"An illegal fight, Sergeant Estevez.&nbsp; First match was normal.&nbsp; Second match wasn't fixed, exactly, but was a mismatch.&nbsp; But the contender who was supposed to lose turned out to be a lot better than anybody thought.&nbsp; And it was a catfight, you know how it goes, everybody had their blood up with that one.&nbsp; Third match was canceled because a contender was injured on the way in."&nbsp; She hesitated briefly.<br><br>&nbsp;"I think the sponsor of the loser in match two and the wounded contender for match three were the same man.&nbsp; He and his crew got , well they went nuts, started shooting."&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; "Damn near everybody in there was armed, you know the deal.&nbsp; Yes, I have my permit on me, my .380 is at the small of my back.&nbsp; May I get my car and get out of here?"&nbsp; She sighed again.&nbsp; "Give me one hour, and I'll be at the station and I'll talk to anybody you want me to.&nbsp; C'mon Estevez, you know where to find me.&nbsp; Where would I go?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Persuade roll:&nbsp; I'm using understanding as the base, Susan is trying for a reasoned rather than emotional persuasion.<br><br>40943&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2012-09-05 17:01:24&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2012-09-05 17:01:24, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 4d6e6 Result: 28 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=40943)<br><br>Your user ID is 25515 | View your rolls | View rolls made to you | Make a roll | View recent rolls<br>Roll Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6, extra dice at 6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 6, 6, 1, 6, 2, 2, 5,<br>Total: 28<br><br>And wow, 4 successes using skill to bump the five to a six!&nbsp; But I still&nbsp; have to talk to the police.&nbsp; And a further but: With four successes Sgt Estevez might argue for letting Susan walk out if she walks in freely.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 00:36:11</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At home</strong><br><strong>At her desk</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Shit!!&nbsp; Her phone was off?&nbsp; That SODDING battery again!&nbsp; Emily rushed to the charger and plugged it in.&nbsp; Christ, Don Michele would be pissed: she was supposed to be reachable all the time…she ought to have had it on charge in the car really.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And he wasn’t happy about the Jimmy incident and the publicity.&nbsp; Well, it wasn’t her fault was it?&nbsp; Not that she’d be wise to say too much one way or the other, not even to point out she’d saved it from being a lot worse. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She picked up her landline phone and dialled The Family number.&nbsp; It started to ring.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">God!&nbsp; What sort of job would it be?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">But Chrissie had messaged her!&nbsp; Wow, and wanted her to teach her self-defence!&nbsp; Contact - God, it’d be more like Chrissie needing to defend herself from Emily!!!&nbsp; &nbsp;Anyway since Emily knew the square root of nothing about self-defence they’d have to find something else to do...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And Emily was Chrissie’s heroine!!&nbsp; Sam…hmm well fine, no problem…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh!&nbsp; Hello.&nbsp; It’s Emily.”</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 01:19:12</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br>Miriam turns sharply, almost brushing you away. However, since she presses her tits into your breast, it seems like this wasn't her intention at all...<br>After several moves, she leans even closer, and whispers.<br>"My plans? Why, I plan to go home, get high, and have amazing sex! Care to join? Or maybe take me to a wild ride tonight, instead?"<br>Her hips grind slowly against yours, and her thigh sneaks between your legs to rub the more sensitive spots.<br>"Or I could invite the bouncer and see whether he'd risk his job for me...", she adds dreamily. "Or it could be both. What, sugar, did you swallow your tongue?"<br>The lights are running on her face, but it seems her eyes are already wide. And she seems to be chewing something while speaking, which makes her speech a bit blurry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 03:38:24</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Miami Space Terrace<br>Mingling</strong><br><br>I let my hands rest on her hips as my back arches, my hips move with her as I let out a soft little moan as press into her thigh, grinding slowly. I can feel the lights and music caressing out bodies.&nbsp; My actions clearly telling her the answer.&nbsp; My fingers lightly caressing her sides as I lean in; the music loud and thumping; I slowly trace my tongue from her shoulder, up her neck to her ear then whisper “I still have my tongue, but I do know a nice place I would sure love to lose it in”&nbsp; nipping her ear teasingly, “Your bed sounds much more wilder than any car ride”.<br>&nbsp;<br>Pulling back, I move my hips with hers, grinding slowly against her thigh.&nbsp; I can feel the excitement and warmness deep inside me starting to build. Another moan escapes my lips, unheard by any around use, but clearly visible to any who happen to be looking at my face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 05:31:37</strong>
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				Kelly and Miriam left the Space together. A taxi driver who didn't hesitate to take two women, earned a tip from Kelli, and the opportunity to watch them in the rear mirror as they were making out.<br>Miriam's hands sneaked under Kelli's hoodie, and below the lavender tank top, feeling up her tits in the black bra, and ran along her sides. Her own legs opened, providing both easier access for Kelli, and a nice view for the man behind the wheel...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">To Be Continued</div><div class="spoiler_body">Continued on this thread. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151247.0)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 06:46:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6875895#msg6875895">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 05-09-2012, 22:57:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That was Johnnie", answers the same throaty voice. She was still behind her, too.<br>"Unless you want me to do something about her, baby? The question is...how much are you willing to sacrifice for her?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"The fuck? Sacrifice? it's not a fucking TV drama." Mari turns around and pulls a QuikClot Pad out of her purse. "Just patch her up with this" She tosses the brown plastic warped package. "Aren't you guys supposed to be bodyguards? Geeze?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 14:51:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6878715#msg6878715">Quote from: AK47 on 06-09-2012, 06:46:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The fuck? Sacrifice? it's not a fucking TV drama." Mari turns around and pulls a QuikClot Pad out of her purse. "Just patch her up with this" She tosses the brown plastic warped package. "Aren't you guys supposed to be bodyguards? Geeze?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The gal catches it and raises a brow, but abstains from comments. Instead, she handles it to one of the guys.<br>"Open this and apply it to the wound after I open her shirt", she orders with a tone that doesn't expect contradictions. Then she proceeds to cut off the t-shirt with a switch knife. Looks like Mr. Emmerson had gained some money from her purchasing it.<br>"So, about that job?", Nix reminds you. "Would you like to get a ride with your bitch, and we could discuss it in the lime?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 14:59:23</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Far too close to the scene of slaughter<br>With Sgt Estevez, one of Miami's finest<br></strong><br>Estevez covers his face with his large hands.<br>"I guess there's no point asking you what you were doing at the illegal fights?", he asks silently, like a man afflicted by pain, his hands still covering the eyes.<br>Then he moves them away. "Fine, Sue. If your gun hasn't been used at the scene, you can go for now - just don't lie to me! The DA's going to need your statement either way, you know that - but it would help your case if you recognised any of the shooters! Somebody had assault weapons in there, and some of the deaders are guys I knew. The streets are safer without some of them, but I bet the fuckin' media aren't going to accept that line! So, Sue - did you recognise anybody?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 15:11:27</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At home</strong><br><strong>At her desk</strong><br>Just as she was calling, Emily caught a glimpse of the back of the battery. It wasn't off, it was broken.<br>The battery had caught a bullet, passing by a tangential trajectory. She could bet there was a hole as well in her... was it a pocket, or her purse?<br>Either way, it have been THAT close.<br>"Emily?", she heard the voice of Angela, the Don's secretary, with her soothing motherly voice. "Don Gambino was so worried about you! Let me connect you".<br>"Emily?", that was the Don. "Did anything bad happen to you, my child? I heard the awful news about that disturbed youngster. Such a tragedy you had to get involved!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 15:38:49</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At home</strong><br><strong>At her desk</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Christ had she been wearing her jacket when the phone got hit? </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh I am fine thank you, Don Michele.”&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was funny how formal she felt she had to be with him, considering they’d fucked quite a bit at one time.&nbsp; But he just had that effect on her.&nbsp; “Sorry my phone was off: it got hit, it looks like.&nbsp; In my jacket perhaps.&nbsp; But anyway I’m fine.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">‘Awful news’? ‘Tragedy’?&nbsp; What did that mean?&nbsp; Bob?&nbsp; Ricky?&nbsp; Had the Family taken care of Jimmy already?&nbsp; Or was it tragic for her in some way?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Not daring to ask, she waited for him to get to the point.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 15:51:55</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Far too close to the scene of slaughter<br>With Sgt Estevez, one of Miami's finest </strong><br><br>"I was keeping my eyes open, then I was running for my life."&nbsp; Susan raised her hands in a placating gesture.&nbsp; "Not what you mean, I know.&nbsp; Look, I'll talk to the DA, give him a statement, an accurate one."&nbsp; <em>Not exactly a fully truthful one, but accurate.</em>&nbsp; Susan dearly needed time to think about what she was going to say in that little chat, you bet she did.<br><br>"I didn't recognize any of the shooters, never saw them before.&nbsp; On either side of the initial fight.&nbsp; With God as my witness, Estevez,&nbsp; as soon as I saw things winding up, me and my friends got out of there.&nbsp; You know the guys I hang out with, Cut men, Trainers, guys old enough to know better than get involved.&nbsp; We were at the door on our way out when the shooting started."&nbsp; <em>God, what do I tell the DA?&nbsp; I'm going to be on record, and people are going to see the transcript, people will talk to other people, oh God, what do I do?</em><br><br>"I didn't shoot, I didn't even pull, waving a gun around in there, hell, I'd have been a bullet magnet!"&nbsp; She took a cautious step away from him towards her car, it was right there at the corner, so close.&nbsp; "One hour, Sarge, I'll be at the station."&nbsp; She took another step, turned her back on him and walked to her car with the same edgy clarity of feeling as when she dived out of an armored ambulance track to grab a wounded man.<br><br>"I miss this, I miss this, Killer Angels from heaven I miss this!"&nbsp; Turning the ignition felt like she was chambering a round in her M4, pulling away was stepping into enemy fire.<br><br>She hadn't felt this alive in a year and a half.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 21:01:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6879883#msg6879883">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 06-09-2012, 14:51:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The gal catches it and raises a brow, but abstains from comments. Instead, she handles it to one of the guys.<br>"Open this and apply it to the wound after I open her shirt", she orders with a tone that doesn't expect contradictions. Then she proceeds to cut off the t-shirt with a switch knife. Looks like Mr. Emmerson had gained some money from her purchasing it.<br>"So, about that job?", Nix reminds you. "Would you like to get a ride with your bitch, and we could discuss it in the lime?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Fine whatever." Mari relents as she reloads her Glock and puts it back in her bag. Following the rest of the group to the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 09:32:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6881368#msg6881368">Quote from: AK47 on 06-09-2012, 21:01:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fine whatever." Mari relents as she reloads her Glock and puts it back in her bag. Following the rest of the group to the car.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The car that you reach long before the police has got to the warehouse, was a Lincoln Town one, and of course, it's a stretch limousine. The darkened windows fitted the guy's accent and mannerisms...<br>It was also more than convenient for transporting bodies, wounded and the like. Nix, however, was pissed off at the most wounded.<br>"Why did you flip off like that, muthafcka?", he asked. "Huh? Did it help you any? Still lost the fuckin'money. I wanted to let you keep most of them, even!"<br>Romario answers with a flow of curses in Portuguese, that only Maria understands. Both seem to be cursing equally now, that the fight is over.<br>"You're a fuckin' moron, and you know that! Now the part that I'm considering is, how to avoid a war with the fucking Lopes... Shut him up, he ain't helping me at any!"<br>A man's fist sinks in Rodrigo's stomach, just as another is applying a tourniquet to his foot to stop the bleeding. After all, Nix could want him alive, though that's doubtful - but he said he should shut up.<br>"And give the bitch a shot of something to shut her up!", Nix adds, leaning back.<br>"Here, honey", the guard opens the bar and shows her a well-stocked bar. She's looking at her as if she's anticipating some fun. "Tequila? Whiskey? Best Heaven's dust north of the Mexican border?"<br>By Nix's looks, he's waiting for Mari to speak. That might only last until he gets bored, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 09:42:04</strong>
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				Mari leans back, seemingly less pissed off now. "If you need me as a translator, I can tell you he's not saying anything you want to hear right now." she jokes in her usual sarcastic manner. "But I get the feeling you want me for something else, and not just my good looks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 09:50:18</strong>
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				"I don't fucking care what he's saying", Nix answers. "It only matters what his boss would be saying... and he ain't here, or it wouldn't matter either!"<br>The man hands his cigar to the girl. The Emmerson knife flashes, and the tip is cut out, than the knife disappears again.<br>"No", Nix-junior continues as he's lightning it up. "Your looks are part of it, or might be - but I want you as a shooter. You see, I can always use a good one. And I've got a free position now!"<br>The last part is accompanied with a wave to the body of the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 09:57:35</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At home</strong><br><strong>At her desk</strong><br>The Don actually seemed to be waiting for her. Then he sighs.<br>"I see you don't want to talk about the assault yet... Just tell me this. Are you fine, my child?"<br>He sounds genuinely interested in the matter, actually. And the undertones are almost like those of Frank when talking about Sam's problems.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 13:48:54</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At home</strong><br><strong>On the phone</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh the assault." Was that all he wanted? "Well, it was this young guy in the office, Jimmy, I don’t know…he asked me out and of course I said no, then he suddenly came in with a machine pistol, all crazy, shot Ricky on the door and was firing all over the office, so I guessed it was about me - I mean, that was all I could think of - and so I told him I loved him, to get him to stop, and he almost did but he shot someone else, so then I managed to get close enough to poke him in the eyes.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So then he emptied his magazine into the ceiling or somewhere and that was it, really.&nbsp; The guys grabbed him and I got out before the cops arrived.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">So I’m fine.&nbsp; Thank you.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It hadn’t been such a big deal, had it?&nbsp; Though she was a tiny bit shaky now, come to think of it.&nbsp; It'd been scary thinking she might be killed, at the time, but she’d had to do something about it and she had.&nbsp; Her phone had been shot, but she hadn’t.&nbsp; If Jimmy had really been shooting AT her, it would’ve been different, perhaps.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Actually... talking about it did make it more scary, now.&nbsp; A shiver ran through her. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Though it was hard to say how much of her anxiety now was the shooting and how much was being called by Don Michele, who was the strongest most ruthless guy she had ever known; though he’d always been nice to her, as long as she did what he said.&nbsp; Which she always did!&nbsp; It was natural.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">So, was that it?&nbsp; What did he want her to do now?</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 15:40:12</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At her (very) humble apartment<br>And later at the Police Station waiting to talk to the DA's office.</strong><br><br>No tub, she had to settle for a shower.&nbsp; &nbsp;A long one, not ashot as she would have like, but it helped clear her head.<br><br>She dearly hoped Sgt Estevez had gotten the word.&nbsp; She had left a text on his tipster cell phone, had flagged down a member of his squad outside the extremely busy police station to relay word that she ahd tried to get in, she truly had, would be back before noon the next day.&nbsp; The place had looked like a nest of blue hornets that had been hit with a stick.<br><br>The shower would have been a lot more soothing if Linda had been there.&nbsp; It was a small stall, nice and cozy.<br><br>Linda.&nbsp; Nix.&nbsp; Romano, she was sure Romano was in Nix's hands.&nbsp; "What do I tell the DA about that?"&nbsp; A question to God, the Devil, her own inner demons, who knew?<br><br>It was so late it was almost dawn when she tumbled into bed.&nbsp; The first thing she had done when she got home was to sanitize the place.&nbsp; It hadn't been hard, she kept her medical gear in satchels and gym bags, color coded for use.&nbsp; They were in a safe location now, and a secure one she hoped.&nbsp; Her apartment would be searched soon, and maybe not by the cops alone.<br><br>This was just too big, she had made a scene before that second fight, dangerous people would want to know what she had known.&nbsp; Which was nothing, she was trying to save a kid from herself, that was all.&nbsp; Not that various interested parties would dare to believe that.<br><br>The alarm jolted her awake, she had fallen asleep after all.&nbsp; She would need it.&nbsp; Bolting out of bed, instant coffee, Pop Tarts - she had to smile when she realized she was eating cherry.&nbsp; She was still smiling when she started her car and headed for the station.&nbsp; Her smile had vanished by the time she reached the Desk Sergeant.&nbsp; <br><br>"Susan Cochrane, I promised Sergeant Estevez I would be here before noon to talk to whoever he has lined up for me."&nbsp; It was 11:30, plenty of time, he wouldn't think she was playing games.&nbsp; She hoped.&nbsp; "I know, it was a hell of&nbsp; a night.&nbsp; If he's off the clock, that's fine, I'll talk to whoever is waiting for me."<br><br>Eyes on her, she could feel them.&nbsp; Maybe not right now, but she had been noticed walking in here, she had to have been.&nbsp; She sighed inwardly and sat on a bench.&nbsp; No contraband on her, her automatic and knife in her car.&nbsp; She was as clean as wind blown snow, and under her light tan almost as pale.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 19:37:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6885688#msg6885688">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 07-09-2012, 09:50:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I don't fucking care what he's saying", Nix answers. "It only matters what his boss would be saying... and he ain't here, or it wouldn't matter either!"<br>The man hands his cigar to the girl. The Emmerson knife flashes, and the tip is cut out, than the knife disappears again.<br>"No", Nix-junior continues as he's lightning it up. "Your looks are part of it, or might be - but I want you as a shooter. You see, I can always use a good one. And I've got a free position now!"<br>The last part is accompanied with a wave to the body of the floor.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari thought long and hard about the offer. On one hand she often did offer her services as a literal and figurative 'escort,' on the other hand the thought of working with brainless white trash did not appeal to her and... "God dammit! don't you &lt;Idiots&gt; know how to treat for shock? What if it was your fucking boss who caught that bullet?"<br>Mari walked over to Gabi and layed her down, Grabbing cushions off the seats to elevate her legs and head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 21:21:37</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the car<br>Cursing white trash mobsters</strong><br>Gabi looks grateful, but keeps looking scared. According to the looks she gives to Nix-junior&amp;Co, she'd rather be dealing with the lawyers of the border controls. These guys wouldn't stop just because she was born in the USA, not if they wanted to hurt her.<br>On the other hand, they seem to be more interested in Mari right now. The men look at her with poorly hidden dislike, which is a record. The armed gal seems unemotional right now. And armcandy-girl just stares away, visibly impressed by how many lives she could have lost if the bullets had struck her.<br>Nix is tapping his fingers on the edge of his seat and smoking a cigar while waiting for an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 22:09:33</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>At home</strong><br><strong>On the phone</strong><br>"I see. You did nothing wrong, dear! The state is probably going to Put him to Sleep, with the needle - he shot two men, I gather. You? You've almost become a victim, and you saved lives. A hero, indeed!"<br>His voice is warm and emotional.<br>"I'll send Gabriel, a lawyer we have complete trust in, to represent you at the police. Go there now, but only talk to them when he arrives. Would you do that for me, my dear? Your Family doesn't want your name under any suspicion a minute longer than necessary!"<br>There's no refusing Don Michele when he gets kind.<br>Then he adds, almost uncaringly.<br>"And if there are no problems, Gabriel will relay you the file".<br>The file is the info on the guy she needs to kill off.<br><div align="center">***<br></div><strong>Emily, Susan<br>At Miami PD<br>The parking</strong><br>When arriving at the police station, Emily sees a non-descript Ford Focus at the parking behind her.<br>After entering, it's a chaos - hookers screaming, someone shouting in abstinence, a teen-aged drug dealer screaming abuse at the Hispanic cop who's taking his statement.<br>In this, the average size woman, a notch or two above plain, makes an impression by just being calm and collected. Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, athletic build, looks preoccupied, talks to a cop and just turns back to look at you. Emily has never met her before, but for a moment thinks she might have.<br>"Yeah, wait here", the cop waves at Susan. "He's talking with the... well, a superior officer. He said you were going to call, though. Oh! Nice, she's spending us some time! Wonder whether she's got a lawyer?"<br>The woman who has just entered is athletic, a light build, hidden after plain, free clothes. She seems to look at Susan just as she turns to look who had attracted the cop's attention. For the first moment, her gaze lingers on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 22:59:43</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At Miami PD<br>Noticing Emily</strong><br><br>Susan couldn't help looking at her.&nbsp; You just didn't see women who looked that good every day, certainly not in a police station.&nbsp; Susan was smiling, this was something to take her mind of what she was about to plunge into, anyway.<br><br>The eyes got her attention.&nbsp; The woman had beautiful eyes. Somewhat haunted eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;It was subtle, it was hidden by an attitude of, well, perkiness.&nbsp; But it was there.&nbsp; Susan clicked on her Kindle, pretended to read.&nbsp; But watched the&nbsp; slightly older woman very carefully with her peripheral vision.<br><br>She'd seen eyes like that,&nbsp; eyes in the faces of women who had lost everything, had nothing, but carried on with their lives regardless.<br><br>Well, that gave Susan an excuse to look at her, didn't it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 23:44:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6893336#msg6893336">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-09-2012, 21:21:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>In the car<br>Cursing white trash mobsters</strong><br>Gabi looks grateful, but keeps looking scared. According to the looks she gives to Nix-junior&amp;Co, she'd rather be dealing with the lawyers of the border controls. These guys wouldn't stop just because she was born in the USA, not if they wanted to hurt her.<br>On the other hand, they seem to be more interested in Mari right now. The men look at her with poorly hidden dislike, which is a record. The armed gal seems unemotional right now. And armcandy-girl just stares away, visibly impressed by how many lives she could have lost if the bullets had struck her.<br>Nix is tapping his fingers on the edge of his seat and smoking a cigar while waiting for an answer.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>Mari<br>In the car<br>Considering it</strong><br><br>Mari grabbed a bottle of the first thing in reach on the minibar before finally taking a seat opposite Nyx and spreading out. She took a quick Swig before looking up at her perspective employer and asking. "So what kind of compensation." The thought of working with these knuckleheads didn't appeal to her, but getting a chance to interview an employer instead of the other way around was at least fun. She could always say no at the end. And if things went downhill, she was sure she knew which of them to shoot first now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 01:44:47</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily felt a bit out of place, waiting for Gabriel to sort out the appointment with the detective, in the midst of this crowd which seemed to be mixture of crazies and cops.&nbsp; Cops were good guys, for the most part, but they could be a bit on the aggressive side, hussling about giving orders.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She’d worn a long lightweight jacket that hung nicely from her shoulders, a skirt just above the knee, and sandals; done her eyes and lips, and added a mist of perfume; not an unusual outfit for her but it would definitely convey to the cops that she was Miss Respectable and not someone to be involved in anything criminal.&nbsp; Projecting that you had money did make a difference, even though it shouldn’t.&nbsp; Not that she actually had money, just cards so she could spend it, but in this situation that didn’t matter.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">But for now she was too smart, too glowing with health even, for this place, and people were looking at her.&nbsp; Including a tired-looking woman who seemed to be being kept waiting as well and was also receiving a certain amount of attention…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily gave her the usual half-smile that she normally used with random people.&nbsp; Actually she perhaps wasn’t as old as Emily had thought; younger than herself, even.&nbsp; But a woman.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily still thought of herself as a girl, for some reason.&nbsp; But this lean, brown woman you couldn’t call a girl.&nbsp; She seemed quite nice-looking, in a don’t-care sort of way, but she had something in her eyes that stopped her being anyone young and inexperienced: they were eyes that had seen things.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Eyes that she was getting a good look at because they were looking at her!&nbsp; A bit indirectly but it was quite obvious.&nbsp; Well, Emily was probably a bit of an expert about that.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was almost getting a bit awkward, though the woman was smiling…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Somehow looking away didn’t seem to be an option:&nbsp; “Are you waiting too?” Emily tried with a full smile.&nbsp; As opening gambits went it was beyond obvious, but often that was the best way, wasn’t it?&nbsp; Easy for the other person to answer, in a way so they could invite further conversation, or not.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 02:14:22</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Miami PD<br>talking with Emily</strong><br><br>Susan shut off her kindle at once, dropped it in her messenger bag and gave the woman her full attention.&nbsp; "I am!"&nbsp; She said calmly, smiling more than slightly. <em> Looks younger than I thought, but she carries herself like a woman who knows she can handle herself, not like a girl.&nbsp; But there's something going on with her.</em><br><br>"That mad minute of gunfire shooting last night, I was there.&nbsp; The cops are very interested,"&nbsp; She rolled her eyes, "In the entire mess.&nbsp; So here I am.&nbsp; You don't look the type to be involved with the cops.&nbsp; Are you filing a complaint about a crime?"&nbsp; Something about her, the way she paid attention to what was going on&nbsp; around her.&nbsp; Well, Susan certainly approved of that!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 07:53:23</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the car<br>Considering it</strong><br>"Name your poison", Nix answers. "Money? Men? Women? Gambling? Columbian dust? Mary Jane? Bloody Mary? What kind of compensation do you want?"<br>He shrugs dismissively.<br>"I tend to give other people what they want, too. We call that business where I'm from!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 11:15:04</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Miami PD</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Talking with Sue</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Shooting?&nbsp; More shooting?&nbsp; God that was NOT in the plan, to stand in the middle of a police station having a conversation about shooting!&nbsp; With Gabriel just over there with a job in his pocket, by the sound of it.&nbsp; The whole idea of being here was to minimise any police interest in her...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">This woman seemed to think she'd know about this other one, though she had no idea.&nbsp; Well...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily called on her social skills to try and steer things to safer ground:</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Oh, no, there was just a young man in my office who developed a bit of a thing about me, you know," she smiled at the woman, sharing the no doubt mutual experience, "and he got a bit carried away.&nbsp; So we had to pop in."</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The woman had a big shoulder bag.&nbsp; What was in it?&nbsp; It fitted in with the rest of her somehow, her functional clothes with just the shades perched on her head adding a touch of style.&nbsp; A woman who DID things.&nbsp; And now she'd put her tablet away suggesting she was up for a chat.&nbsp; Well that was cool.&nbsp; In some ways she made her think of Rebecca, who'd been about the same age and becoming a real friend and a proper partner until she'd gone off rather suddenly; and a bit oddly she had to admit, with just that text about her mother being in an accident...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Rebecca who'd been doing aid work in Guyana, that Emily had thought was SO impressive...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"But it's nothing really," she carried on, "just guys, you know!"&nbsp; She rolled her eyes and gave a little laugh.&nbsp; Then became aware she'd followed this woman in rolling her eyes like she'd just done too...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I'm Emily, by the way." she offered her hand.&nbsp; Now the woman would ask if she was Australian.&nbsp; Or English.&nbsp; That was OK, she was used to it. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 15:02:45</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Miami PD<br>Talking with Emily</strong><br><br>"I'm Susan."&nbsp; She stood up when she took the other woman's offered hand, then perhaps rleuctantly let go.&nbsp; She waved to the bench next to them.&nbsp; Please, sit."&nbsp; The medic's mind was racing, placing the accent.&nbsp; A Kiwi?&nbsp; She didn't say that aloud.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're from New Zealand!&nbsp; North island or South?&nbsp; She stretched her legs out as she sat back down, crossing her ankles, and perhaps not by accident, tilted slightly on the bench so she could watch the main entrance.&nbsp; <br><br>"Boys, I know what you mean.&nbsp; Too much drama, raging hormones, I have other things to worry about."&nbsp; She had held Emily's hand just a bit longer than politeness required.&nbsp; Her head tilted slightly.&nbsp; <br>"Nothing?&nbsp; You woldn't be here if it was nothing.&nbsp; But that's between you and the co-, the police."&nbsp; <em>My, what an interesting woman.<br>&nbsp;</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 19:23:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6896443#msg6896443">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 09-09-2012, 07:53:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>In the car<br>Considering it</strong><br>"Name your poison", Nix answers. "Money? Men? Women? Gambling? Columbian dust? Mary Jane? Bloody Mary? What kind of compensation do you want?"<br>He shrugs dismissively.<br>"I tend to give other people what they want, too. We call that business where I'm from!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Cash works, can never have too much of that. How much depends on what exactly I'm doing. And I'd prefer to be paid by the job as opposed to any sort of contract. Girl like be has to stay flexable you see." She giggles a bit. "And how can you be sure I'm not a cop?" She throws in as a joke at the end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 21:48:19</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Miami PD</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Talking with Susan</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">'Please sit'?&nbsp; What was that?&nbsp; Someone in the habit of telling people what to do, it seemed.&nbsp; And openly not believing her?&nbsp; That wasn't exactly what she was expecting either!&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Nothing," she reafffirmed, giving Susan a slightly direct look.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily sat, anyway, digesting the feel of Susan's hand along with the rest of it.&nbsp; Confident, but a bit tense.&nbsp; Caring.&nbsp; Accustomed to a lot of touching?&nbsp; &nbsp;First impressions were so interesting, especially when they were a bit mixed.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"South Island," she answered, "Christchurch."&nbsp; Should she pursue it?&nbsp; Mmmm, something made her try something more like a riposte: "so what are the things you have to worry about?"&nbsp; She said it with smile, a twinkle in her eye.&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 22:00:05</strong>
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				Nix looks astounded.<br>"Even if you were a cop, so what? You think you'd be the first cop to work for me on the side?"<br>His sycophants laugh.<br>"Far from it", he concludes. "And I'm going to need some hidden bodyguard for a party. Alas, the hosts know she's a fighter", he nods towards the woman who had saved his life. "But I still want a hidden ace, and I'd rather have one that shoots straight. Someone might try to get even with me for shooting this bastard", he points at Romario. "So, are you interested?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 23:29:11</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At Miami PD<br>talking with Emily.</strong><br><br>"Nothing?&nbsp; Not my business, certainly."&nbsp; The look Susan was getting was very interesting.&nbsp; She certainly wasn't used to close attention from someone this beautiful.&nbsp; Beautiful.&nbsp; Yep, that was the word.<br><br>"ChristChurch.&nbsp; I've heard of it, but that's about all.&nbsp; Never been to New Zealand, or even close to it.&nbsp; All Ive seen of the pacific have been from C-5s flying to Hawaii then to Diego Garcia, then Baghdad.&nbsp; Not even a stopover in Australia.<br><br>"My worries?&nbsp; You want a list?"&nbsp; Susan gave a nervous laugh, straightened in her seat.&nbsp; "Lets see.&nbsp; My bills for day to day life, no problem, my veterans check isn't much, but it covers most of that.&nbsp; Living humble helps a lot.&nbsp; Getting the stuff I need to work, working without attracting the wrong attention,&nbsp; not just keeping my mouth shut, but making some people believe I keep my mouth shut... that's the big one right now, the thing I'm thinking hard about before I have my little interview.&nbsp; Keeping my mouth shut..."&nbsp; She got a pensive look. "...knowing what to say, what not to say to keep some people happy without going to jail.&nbsp; That worries me a lot right now."&nbsp; &nbsp;<em> And why am I telling you all this?&nbsp; Other than the fact that you are a drop-dead gorgeous woman who is paying attention to a Plain Jane like me who would never dare make a pass at&nbsp; a looker like you.<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 00:39:08</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Miami PD</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Talking with Susan</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">A veteran’s cheque?&nbsp; Susan was a veteran?&nbsp; Did the cheque mean she’d been wounded? </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily hadn’t been expecting quite such a list of issues!&nbsp; God, no wonder Susan felt a bit tense!&nbsp; Here in the police station over a shooting and mixed up with ‘wrong people’, avoiding ‘wrong attention’ and going to jail… </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh that does sound like plenty to worry about!” she said sympathetically, “you’re a veteran?&nbsp; Were you wounded or something?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The C5 sounded like it must be an aeroplane.&nbsp; Baghdad?&nbsp; That would be the Iranian war.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There were so many questions she wanted to ask.&nbsp; Meanwhile Susan was looking at her in a way Emily recognised…so she was into girls?&nbsp; Hmm…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Well the thing she supposed she most wanted to know: “What's your work, Susan, that you need stuff for?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It would be something worthwhile, she was guessing: this was a looking like person with depth.&nbsp; Depth, and worries. </span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 01:39:48</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At Miami PD<br>talking with Emily</strong><br><br>"A mine took out the Hummer I was riding in, I was blown clear, nobody else made it out.&nbsp; And, well, it was a while before I was found, treated.&nbsp; There were complications."&nbsp; Complications she could see the best in the corner of her eye, bullets went right through them but they didn't like being shot, no no not at all.&nbsp; They told her that, she could hear them, telling her what they'd do to her, how long they'd&nbsp; take to do it once she fired her last shot.<br><br>And came back to now with a jolt, God what a sight she had to have been, it had been just a flash of memory, but her fists were so tight her short nails were digging into her palms.<br><br>A rapid blink, two or three of them, and Susan forced a smile.&nbsp; "I'm, well, I do what I can.&nbsp; I work on the street, help people&nbsp; Sometimes people need a doctor, but don't trust doctors, I, I arrange things so that they get the care they need." <em> I'm not going to say out loud that I provide unlicensed illegal medical care on the cheap, not in a God damn police station.</em><br><br>She smiled more warmly. " I don't like to talk about how I got wounded, haven't really thought about it in weeks."&nbsp; <em>Thank God.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 03:34:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6899053#msg6899053">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 09-09-2012, 22:00:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nix looks astounded.<br>"Even if you were a cop, so what? You think you'd be the first cop to work for me on the side?"<br>His sycophants laugh.<br>"Far from it", he concludes. "And I'm going to need some hidden bodyguard for a party. Alas, the hosts know she's a fighter", he nods towards the woman who had saved his life. "But I still want a hidden ace, and I'd rather have one that shoots straight. Someone might try to get even with me for shooting this bastard", he points at Romario. "So, are you interested?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari thought for a few moments. On one hand, she questioned the logic of choosing her as the hidden ace, there were plenty of witnesses at the last party that might identify her. On the other hand, she wasn't exactly trying to avoid this kind of attention. And this time she'd even get paid, "Sounds like a plan, so how much are we talking about, and is there any specific setup, or do you just want me prowling with my glock again?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 10:01:16</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Miami PD</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Talking with Susan</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh sorry!” Emily apologised, while trying to work out if it had actually been Susan who’d led the conversation that way, or not.&nbsp; Anyway it had really produced a reaction!&nbsp; Emily had so nearly put an arm round her, seeing her hunch up and ball her fists like that, looking like she was in the grip of a flashback…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“You work on the street?&nbsp; Giving medical care?&nbsp; That must be very rewarding.”&nbsp; Oh did that sound a bit patronising?&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; It was because that flashback had made her nervous about asking any more questions.&nbsp; Yet she really wanted to find out more about this woman!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Also she was feeling a bit guilty about the contrast with her own, easy life.&nbsp; Susan looked tired, drained even.&nbsp; She still had a lot of force in her, you could feel it, but her life felt like it was a battle.&nbsp; No makeup, and by the look of her skin not enough exercise, fresh fruit and vegetables.&nbsp; Her plain, functional clothes.&nbsp; Short hair that had a comb through it once a day, probably.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">A firm mouth, prominent cheekbones, dimples, and those intense eyes…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I wish I did something like that, helping people, you know,” she continued, trying to dig herself out of the hole but just making it deeper.&nbsp; Shit!&nbsp; Her social skills were great, how was she so totally inept all of a sudden??&nbsp; That wasn’t what she was feeling at all.&nbsp; She was so impressed; why couldn’t she convey it?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily shut herself up until she could find something to say that would come out right, and fell back on her smile, which was normally reliable at least!&nbsp; She realised it was Susan that was throwing her – the combination of being both strong and vulnerable.&nbsp; God.&nbsp; She really DID want to put an arm round her.&nbsp; Give her money; lend her Gabriel; fix her problems; take her home; pamper her; and find out about her life.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 15:07:49</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>At Miami PD<br>Talking with Emily</strong><br><br>An apology?&nbsp; Not walking away rapidly from a tightly wound possible nutjob?&nbsp; And smiling, a lovely smile, not just sympathy, empty sympathy, but with real concern.<br><br>Susan hadn't felt that anyone actually cared about what happened to her since the VA had told her she was ready to face the world, good luck!<br><br>Right.<br><br>"I work on the street, spend far too much time there."&nbsp; She did not confirm the was a street doctor, no one appeared to be listening, but you never knew what hidden cameras or directional mikes might be monitoring you at a place like this.&nbsp; Which made her dead certain that Emily was not used to truble from the Law.&nbsp; That was comforting, on several levels.&nbsp; Much of her tension drained away, faint lines in her face faded a little.&nbsp; She still had a very tense interview ahead, but maybe things were starting to look up?<br><br>"I have no idea how long I'll be in there, hope to be done by late afternoon."&nbsp; <em> Dearly hope.</em>&nbsp; And no guts, no glory.&nbsp; She took a small notecard out of her bag.`&nbsp; Her name and cell phone number.&nbsp; "Would you like to grab a bite to eat when we're both done here?&nbsp; Nothing fancy, maybe just a taco truck.&nbsp; My treat." <em>You could walk into any girl bar in the city, and they'd be snarling at each other over you.</em> "I'm likely to be tied up longer than you, my phone is in my car, but I'll check my messages the second I reach it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 15:40:37</strong>
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				<br><strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>Miami PD</strong><br><strong>Talking with Susan</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Taco truck?&nbsp; What stuff did they put in tacos?&nbsp; Would they do veggie?&nbsp; Salad?&nbsp; &nbsp;Emily tried not to let her smile waver.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Well...Gabriel would probably have her out of here and with a job to do well before then.&nbsp; Still...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Oh, thanks, that would be brilliant, if things work out.&nbsp; I'll give you a call or text when I know what I'm doing.&nbsp; Then you'll have my number too."&nbsp; Could she find a pretext to propose somewhere else?&nbsp; Invite her to eat at the apartment?&nbsp; Or would that freak her out or look like showing off?&nbsp; Or was Emily really thinking that there was privacy and a bed there?&nbsp; Christ, she didn't know her own mind!!&nbsp; She needed a bit of space.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily touched Susan on the shoulder and gave her a last, slightly lingering smile as she stood up.&nbsp; Time to see how Gabriel was getting on: if that detective wasn't going to keep the appointment they could come back some other time.&nbsp; Meanwhile she had to get her thoughts together.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And there was Chrissie to think about and reply to.&nbsp; All of a sudden her life was heating up.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 16:39:42</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochran<br>Miami PD<br>talking to Emily</strong><br><br>Susan smiled, it was hard not to.&nbsp; "We can go more upscale than a taco truck, then.&nbsp; You choose, I'm fine with most anything.&nbsp; But I'm not a rich woman."<br><br>The smile turned to a grin at Emily's touch.&nbsp; "I'd love to have your number."&nbsp; And that smile on Emily's face didn't fade as the woman turned away.<br><br>"I'm not this lucky."&nbsp; She muttered it under her breath as she watched her new... friend, she very much hoped, walk away.&nbsp; Well, friend, bed partner, even if she was no more than a way to pass the time for that woman, Sue would take it.&nbsp; It had been a while.&nbsp; Damian and others pretty much assumed she liked girls, because she had never shown any interest in a man.&nbsp; But although she hadn't woken up screaming in months, she had gotten used to sleeping alone.<br><br>She hadn't gotten used to being alone, though.&nbsp; She leaned her head back, her eyes sweeping the lobby out of habit, and saw somebody entering with purpose, somebody with an official air, looking directly at her.<br><br>Showtime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 15:58:27</strong>
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				<strong>Emily and Sue</strong><br><strong>Miami PD</strong><br>The official-looking figure passed Emily with but a cursory glance, and went straight to Sue.<br>"Glad to see you here at last", the man nodded, showing that he's not glad, just good-mannered. "Please, follow me to give your statement!"<br>At the same time, a soft hand with many rings brushed lightly on the New Zealander's shoulder.<br>"Apologies for making you wait, miss, but the traffic is sooo awful this time of the day!", an almost song-like voice said behind her. "Let me lead you to Sergeant Philips' office, who was so kind as to give me the documents".<br>Sergeant Philips either hates Gabriel's guts (and it's quite the gut the man's got, so his hate's got a big, easy target), or you know nothing about glances. Ah well. Lawyers and cops. Cowboys and Indians probably had a better relationship way back when.<br><br><br><div align="center">***</div>It rapidly became clear that the cop wasn't really after Susan.<br>On the other hand, he was trying to threaten her with possible involvement in a high-profile case. "That would be very unfortunate, of course! I say this country should have more respect for veterans. But we can't allow anyone to see above the law, and it seems you were in a place with some people whose files are longer than my... hunting rifle, for the worst cases!", etc, etc.<br>What he wanted to get from her was obviously names. Names of the shooters, mostly. Who had put the 10 mm bullets causing the death of two men? Who had killed yet another? Who had chewed the man and woman in the centre of the room with automatic fire?<br>It was up to her whether to tell him, and they both knew that. But as he hinted, the cops had a thousand and one ways to make her life damned hard if she didn't. Or they could take it easy on her...<br>She was in front of the PD at precisely 1515.<br><br><div align="center">***</div>It rapidly became clear that the cop wasn't trying to get Emily. Jimmy was, after all, obviously a disturbed individual.<br>Still, people were shot. And somehow, the murderer seemed to be infatuated with her. Had she given him cause for such rash actions? What were her relations with him?<br>That would have been the questions, if Gabriel wasn't there. But he was, and for many of them, she saw him lifting a finger up - the cop who was helping Philips obviously had Native Indian blood, and stared long and hard at said finger every time - and each time he intoned. "I advise you not to answer this question, miss McPherson!"<br>Every time, this provoked an argument with the DA. The young woman seemed to hate Gabriel almost personally, and gladly started arguments she knew she was going to lose.<br>It was exactly 4 p.m. when they went out of the PD, and back to the parking lot. Gabriel was puffing like a steam machine and using a handkerchief to dry up the sweat from his forehead.<br>"I have to give you a file on Nix Junior", he said almost nonchalantly while they were walking around the parked cars. "Actually, I sent it on your e-mail address. There will be a party tonight for his son's and daughter's birthdays. Guess who's been invited?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 17:22:23</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In a stretch limo<br>Negotiating with Nix</strong><br>"How about five thousand bucks?", Nix probed. Mari looked at him astonished, and the negotiations had begun.<br>It seemed Nix feels some weird pleasure from bargaining about what was, to him, probably the equivalent of pocket money. Still, she managed to drive the price point way up.<br><br>***<br><br>"Fine. You'll be on the party in my home, tomorrow, as the friend of one of my men. Get yourself another gun - this one is too hot to keep now. Keira, you can tell her the rest", he waves at the girl. "You listen to her when you work for me, because she's responsible for my protection".<br>The woman looked at Mari with a light smile. Her eyes still looked slightly crazy, though. Had she got something up her nice nose?<br>"You can be a waiter, or the new girlfriend of one of Nix's men. If you're going to be the waiter, you'd need a smaller gun you can hide below the uniform. It fits tightly. If you prefer the other role, put your formal attire on, smile stupid, don't say anything that makes sense, and nobody would pay you attention. Which is what you want, because your job would be to watch them, not the other way around! All clear?"<br>Romario seemed to be in shock, or more likely, had received some painkillers to get him to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 17:26:48</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Miami PD parking lot<br>Waiting for Emily</strong><br><br>Walking out of that place, Susan knew exactly how Daniel had felt leaving the Lions den.<br><br>Well, more relieved than the old prophet perhaps.&nbsp; Susan lacked any illusion that God was on her side.<br><br>Her hands were shaking again.&nbsp; the adrenaline high of being on the spot had brought the usual stillness to her hands.&nbsp; But now/&nbsp; reaction blended with neural damage, her ahnds were shaking like leaves.&nbsp; She fought it down, leaned against her car.&nbsp; The sun helped.&nbsp; A lot.&nbsp; She breathed deeply and evenly, watching the PD intently, looking for Emily, her cell phone in hand.&nbsp; Hoping for a call.&nbsp; Desperately hoping.<br><br>And there she was, her lawyer, and she had no doubt at all of what the slick fellow was, conferring with her as they entered the lot.&nbsp; She didn't whistle or wave, but she did move near their path where she could be seen. and stood quietly.&nbsp; <em>She might have changed her mind, she might have to meet with her lawyer, she might, she might oh hell, I haven't been this keyed up since I let that math nerdette slip her hand up the leg of&nbsp; my gym shorts.&nbsp; She sure took my mind off of other things, though.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 18:04:34</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Miami PD parking lot</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Walking to her car</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Nix Junior?&nbsp; Who was he?&nbsp; Emily had never heard of him.&nbsp; Anyway it sounded like he had to be put to sleep; presumably he was a bad guy who’d made himself an obstruction…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">A party?&nbsp; Shit, that sounded like she’d have to go in and do it with a pistol?&nbsp; Would the dumpy disguise do?&nbsp; If it was a really smart do she might be better going tall…unless it was a garden party or she could get at him through a window…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">As Gabriel said goodbye and walked off she got her phone out - so glad she'd made the time to call in for a new battery on the way - and logged into her email…there it was…she got to her car and heard the doors clunk open with its cool keyless entry…Oh there was Susan!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Hi Susan!” she called to her, “you got done first!&nbsp; We were ages!&nbsp; Hang on a sec, I just have to check this email…do you wanna hop in while I just read it? Do you mind?&nbsp; It’s open.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily took her jacket off, hung it up in the back and slid into the driver's seat, aware that her skirt was riding up a bit; she was still decent though.</span><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">edited to replace her shot-up phone battery </span> ::) </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 18:30:53</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane <br>Miami PD parking lot<br>In Emily's car with Emily&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Susan felt herself grinning like a damn fool.&nbsp; "You betcha!"&nbsp; She opened the door and folded herself into the passenger seat, sighing with delight and a lot of relief.&nbsp; that flash of smooth tight skin was a delight, and made her day just a bit brighter.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked over the interior, more car tht she would ever be able to afford, she was sure.&nbsp; The seat was a bit further forward than she was used to, but... she smiled.&nbsp; That meant the people Emily drove around with were on the short side of , which meant, well, you know.&nbsp; Susan was sure Emily had noticed exactly how the medic had been looking at her, and the return look hadn't been what one could call neutral.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 18:58:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6908766#msg6908766">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 11-09-2012, 17:22:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>In a stretch limo<br>Negotiating with Nix</strong><br>"How about five thousand bucks?", Nix probed. Mari looked at him astonished, and the negotiations had begun.<br>It seemed Nix feels some weird pleasure from bargaining about what was, to him, probably the equivalent of pocket money. Still, she managed to drive the price point way up.<br><br>***<br><br>"Fine. You'll be on the party in my home, tomorrow, as the friend of one of my men. Get yourself another gun - this one is too hot to keep now. Keira, you can tell her the rest", he waves at the girl. "You listen to her when you work for me, because she's responsible for my protection".<br>The woman looked at Mari with a light smile. Her eyes still looked slightly crazy, though. Had she got something up her nice nose?<br>"You can be a waiter, or the new girlfriend of one of Nix's men. If you're going to be the waiter, you'd need a smaller gun you can hide below the uniform. It fits tightly. If you prefer the other role, put your formal attire on, smile stupid, don't say anything that makes sense, and nobody would pay you attention. Which is what you want, because your job would be to watch them, not the other way around! All clear?"<br>Romario seemed to be in shock, or more likely, had received some painkillers to get him to sleep.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Bull fucking shit! I ain't one of your discount goons. How bout you give me that 5k right now, for saving your life tonight, and we start talking real money for what you want me to do." Mari leaned forward in her chair looking like she was ready to snap and somehow kill everyone in the goddamn limo.<br>When a more reasonable amount had been reached, the topic shifted to weapons, "And if I want to carry something bigger say? Something that wont fit in a uniform. Is there anywhere I could stash it?" She seemed to be less angry now, yet somehow just as crazy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 19:05:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6909084#msg6909084">Quote from: AK47 on 11-09-2012, 18:58:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bull fucking shit! I ain't one of your discount goons. How bout you give me that 5k right now, for saving your life tonight, and we start talking real money for what you want me to do." Mari leaned forward in her chair looking like she was ready to snap and somehow kill everyone in the goddamn limo.<br>When a more reasonable amount had been reached, the topic shifted to weapons, "And if I want to carry something bigger say? Something that wont fit in a uniform. Is there anywhere I could stash it?" She seemed to be less angry now, yet somehow just as crazy.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Nix's laugh at her reaction almost shakes the limo.<br>"I see you're a country girl", he adds. "Let's talk business... what would be your offer?"<br><br>Keira shrugs.<br>"Then play the armcandy, and dress with more flowing dress. Hide whatever you want below, but beware, it's a birthday party."<br>She stops to give you a thin smile.<br>"Or we could dress you up as a clown, you know... They've got broad clothes, can hide a big gun there! And I think a red nose and some cake-fighting might cheer you up!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 20:37:42</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily hastily read through the email.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bastard…was probably correct!&nbsp; Picture – OK she’d recognise him; Hetero – might help; kids – too young for a strippergram; wild party with other organised crime groups…hmm, bodyguards perhaps, and would Nix be taking stuff?&nbsp; A lot of wary eyes perhaps? Some secluded conversations?&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Escorting Don Michele or Toni??&nbsp; Without the job being linked to the family?&nbsp; She did NOT think so!!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sometimes she couldn’t help thinking Don Michele though she could work miracles!&nbsp; Anyway; let it gel in the mind a bit.&nbsp; In the company of this rather special-feeling person…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Who was ogling her thighs a bit…well…there was something about Susan…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily slid down in her seat a bit, then ‘casually’ lifted her butt to reposition herself back in the seat.&nbsp; Result?&nbsp; Another three inches of thigh on display.&nbsp; Hehe.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Listen Susan, something’s come up, I am sorry, I have be somewhere this evening.&nbsp; Can we get a coffee, and then do a meal another time?”</span><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 20:58:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6909134#msg6909134">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 11-09-2012, 19:05:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nix's laugh at her reaction almost shakes the limo.<br>"I see you're a country girl", he adds. "Let's talk business... what would be your offer?"<br><br>Keira shrugs.<br>"Then play the armcandy, and dress with more flowing dress. Hide whatever you want below, but beware, it's a birthday party."<br>She stops to give you a thin smile.<br>"Or we could dress you up as a clown, you know... They've got broad clothes, can hide a big gun there! And I think a red nose and some cake-fighting might cheer you up!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"A birthday party? I thought you were talkin some serious shit. This like a kids party?" Mari's crazy mask broke for a few moments as she took the time to take in this new information.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 21:12:19</strong>
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				"They're my pride and joy", Nix confirms. "And they have a birthday today! It would be tactless not to invite my business associates!"<br>"Mr. Nix has twins", Keira explains. "So no, I wasn't kidding about the clowns. But guess what, those guys we shot today? They were business associates".<br>"We don't want anything like this!", Nix adds. "You'll get a bonus if any situations are resolved peacefully - or at least, quietly!"<br>Keira smiles and taps lightly her pocket. If memory serves Mari well, she put her knife there last time.<br>"We're in the clean, Mr. Nix", the giant of a man in the driver seat reports.<br>"That means you can go, if you want", Keira explains. One might wonder if her name is really Keira. "Or you can stay, I guess!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 21:23:47</strong>
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				<strong>Susan<br>In a car with Emily<br>Probably feeling horny</strong><br>That's about the moment Susan feels her cellphone vibrating. Another text message. Maybe another patient who would need her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 21:46:53</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Miami PD parking lot<br>In Emily's car with Emily,&nbsp; you have no idea how horny&nbsp; </strong><br><br><em>Dear God that's a lot of leg.</em>&nbsp; Very happy thoughts were bouncing around in the street doctor's skull.&nbsp; It took her a moment to react.<br><br>"Busy?"&nbsp; She fought down her disappointment.&nbsp; Of course a woman like this had a full social calender.&nbsp; And coffee was far far better than nothing.&nbsp; "Something not to far from here, I think.&nbsp; I'll need to get my car out of here soon."&nbsp; Drive and met her there?&nbsp; Hell no, Susan wanted to spend just about a very second with Emily that she could.<br><br>And damn it to hell, she fished her own cell out of her pocket.&nbsp; "Sh- crap."&nbsp; <em>When was the last time I censored myself?</em>&nbsp; "Emily,&nbsp; oh God."&nbsp; <em>Nononodammitnodammitno!</em>&nbsp; "I have to take this.&nbsp; I told people not to bother me today, that I'd be away from my cell, but if they want me, they need me."<br><br>Even in a open car, she scent of her, not just her perfume the scent of her clean body.... <em> If whoever's calling me is not in life threatening danger, they soon will be.</em><br><br>Anguish on her face, pure anguish.&nbsp; She patted Emily on the hand, dear God she'd rather kiss her goodbye.&nbsp; "You've got my number, please call me! or name a place and time, I'll be there!" <em> I'm not a 19 year old trainee lusting after that burn specialist, what the hell is wrong with me?</em><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 21:54:44</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Miami PD parking lot<br>In Emily's car with Emily,&nbsp; you have no idea how horny&nbsp; </strong><br>The message is from Cherry. It's simple.<br>"I need someone to see to this bruise on my side. Might have a competition incoming. R U free this afternoon to give me a massage?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 22:04:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6909626#msg6909626">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 11-09-2012, 21:12:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"They're my pride and joy", Nix confirms. "And they have a birthday today! It would be tactless not to invite my business associates!"<br>"Mr. Nix has twins", Keira explains. "So no, I wasn't kidding about the clowns. But guess what, those guys we shot today? They were business associates".<br>"We don't want anything like this!", Nix adds. "You'll get a bonus if any situations are resolved peacefully - or at least, quietly!"<br>Keira smiles and taps lightly her pocket. If memory serves Mari well, she put her knife there last time.<br>"We're in the clean, Mr. Nix", the giant of a man in the driver seat reports.<br>"That means you can go, if you want", Keira explains. One might wonder if her name is really Keira. "Or you can stay, I guess!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari leans over to get a look at Gabbi. "Hey angel, are you dead yet? Where do you wanna be dropped off?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 22:33:02</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Miami PD</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In Emily's car</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh! How unlucky! Well, let’s do something, soon.&nbsp; Susan.&nbsp; I will call you, I just don’t quite know what’s going to be happening for the next day or two.&nbsp; What do you like to do?&nbsp; Besides fixing people who need fixing and eating tacos?”&nbsp; Emily smiled with her half-compliment/half tease.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was funny how even a simple reference like that, to something they’d said, between the two of them, created a little mutual thing; a tiny bond.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“We could eat, or do you like sailing?&nbsp; Swimming?”</span><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 22:56:43</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Miami PD Parking Lot<br>Talking with Emily</strong><br><br>"I can't remember the last time I really just relaxed.&nbsp; Sailing?&nbsp; &nbsp;I, I 'd love to.&nbsp; Swimming, sure.&nbsp; Please do call me."&nbsp; Susan screwed her eyes tightly shut for a moment. Opened them as she pocketed her phone and opened the car door, stepping out, then pausing to look back.&nbsp; And just maybe blowing a kiss.&nbsp; it was hard to tell.&nbsp; "Later, Emily.&nbsp; I'm looking forward to it."<br><br>Then closing the door and stalking off to her Focus.&nbsp; Yes, stalking.&nbsp; She was glaring at her message, mind whirling.&nbsp; Muttering "Five months.&nbsp; I haven't gotten laid in five months".&nbsp; She had woken up screaming and scared the absolute hell out of the girl she picked up in that bar.&nbsp; Well, she hadn't had nightmares in two months, hadn't had night terrors in three.&nbsp; &nbsp;And now things were looking up socially?&nbsp; But the cops had her on their scopes.&nbsp; And God knows what John's buddies would think of everything.&nbsp; Or anybody else with an interest in what had happened last night.<br><br>She texted to Cherry "I am now, all seems clear, heading for car, where are you?"&nbsp; Linda was well, hell.&nbsp; Just what her body needed, and that was no lie.&nbsp; But more than that?&nbsp; Assuming Cher-, Linda wanted more than that.&nbsp; Susan remembered what she had been like at that age.&nbsp; This might well just be, who knows what it might be.&nbsp; Susan tossed her bag into her car, started her up and left the lot, heading for Cherry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 00:54:32</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Miami PD Parking Lot<br>Texting</strong><br>The answer didn't make her wait.<br>"4855 PINETREE, Miami Beach. Damian will tell the guards to let you in. I'm so glad you're free!!!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 00:59:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6909864#msg6909864">Quote from: AK47 on 11-09-2012, 22:04:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mari leans over to get a look at Gabbi. "Hey angel, are you dead yet? Where do you wanna be dropped off?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>If Gabi was an angel, she was a fallen angel. Or at least an angel after a heavy fall. It was hard to tell.<br>"Somewhere far away, please. Next state would be nice, but this street will do just fine as well!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 01:46:51</strong>
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				Susan Cochrane<br>Arriving at 4855 Pinetree <br>In a blissful, bemused state of mind<br><br>This was very much not Susan's normal stomping ground.&nbsp; She could feel the eyes of private security as her Focus putted down the street.&nbsp; At least it was clean.&nbsp; This was the place, and guards at the gate, lots of kids on the lawn, what the hell?&nbsp; A party?&nbsp; Who did Cherry know with the swag for... "You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me."&nbsp; Too late now.&nbsp; She sighed and rolled down the window, showing her drivers license to the goons.&nbsp; "Susan Cochrane.&nbsp; Mr. Nix's fighter, Cherry asked me to check on her, make sure she's ready for her next fight."&nbsp; <br><br>Well, they let her in.&nbsp; Whether she would be able to get out again, that was a good question.&nbsp; She perked up a bit.&nbsp; She might catch a glimpse of that Amazon, anyway.&nbsp; she went through the gate, they had told her to go around back to the work entrance.&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't mind, although the thought of Nix explaining to people why there was a ten year old Focus parked out front cheered her up quite a bit.&nbsp; She left her pistol and knife in the car, slung her light injury bag over her shoulder, and walked quietly into the working part of the mansion.&nbsp; She could hear Cherry's voice, followed the sound. <br><br>"Hey Linda.&nbsp; You move like you were in a fight last night, you're favoring your side, all right.&nbsp; Let me take a look at you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 01:49:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Going home</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Planning</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br>“Shit.”&nbsp; Emily said aloud as she watched Susan walk off.&nbsp; Well, at least Susan seemed keen to do something together.&nbsp; Something that might involve some bare skin, if she was reading that right! Anyway in some ways it was for the best: she needed to start planning and be ready.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She drove home and flopped onto the sofa with her laptop.&nbsp; Read through that copy of the email, deleting it from the server.&nbsp; So, the absolute priority with the job was not to have it identified as a Family hit?&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; Well if the host was shot then EVERYONE who was at the party would be checked out to the ultimate degree.&nbsp; Also it was important for her not to be associated with the Family, so what was Don Michele thinking, suggesting she go with him??&nbsp; Was he a bit rattled?&nbsp; It was all a bit last-minute, to say the least, which always increased the risk as well…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She located the address and looked at it.&nbsp; It looked pretty easy to defend.&nbsp; But also on the kind of road that nobody could see much of from their houses.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Kids’ birthday party – probably starting late afternoon or early evening.&nbsp; Dark about 8:45 or so at the moment…</span><br>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br>How to get in?&nbsp; Hmm…where was a Party City (http://www.partycity.com/)?&nbsp; Oh Biscayne Boulevard, quite close, and they’d still be open if she was quick.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:22:03</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Arriving at 4855 Pinetree <br>In a blissful, bemused state of mind</strong><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.1001health.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/isometric-v-hold-woman.jpg)</div>Cherry turned only her head to her when Sue entered. It was all she could afford, since the rest of her body was keeping a difficult balance.<br>As far as Sue could tell, she was making isometrics.<br>"Hi, Sue! Nice to see you're here. Yes, I'm favouring my side currently! Can you help me with that?"<br>"Sorry for giving her your phone, kid", Damian voice came from behind her. "I told her you're busy today. This kid drives me crazy sometimes, only listens when she wants to!"<br>"Come on, Da Mo, she's here, ain't she?", Linda made a face. "Obviously she was free! And I only sent her a text anyway, so she could read it whenever she's got the time!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:28:48</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli<br>The morning near noon, just after waking up<br>Somewhere</strong><br>It was the cellphone that had woken her up, Kelli realised. The message on it was short and to the point.<br>"Come on, baby, just tell me ur alive! Been eating my nails all night. Lori"<br>Miriam was still asleep next to her as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:55:33</strong>
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				Susan Cochrane<br>At 4855 Pinetree<br>Talking with Cherry and Damian<br><br>Cherry wasn't moving with her usual fluid grace, but she wasn't hurt but so badly. Susan could see that at once.&nbsp; It took her a bit longer than it should have to respond to Damian, she had to remember how to speak first.&nbsp; "No problem, I don't mind at all.'&nbsp; She resisted the urge to call hm Da Mo, just to watch him twitch,&nbsp; by sheer force of will.&nbsp; She turned slightly so she could see both of them, made sure they had as much privacy as could be expected "It went well.&nbsp; They're leaning on me, no lie about that, but for info about bigger fish.&nbsp; The DA didn't ask about you two in particular, I didn't say anything about you, and I won't.&nbsp; You guys are clear so far.&nbsp; Legally.&nbsp; Now, other people?"&nbsp; she shrugged.<br><br>Linda was moving into another position.&nbsp; Not flowing, her side was bothering her&nbsp; enough to throw her off a little.&nbsp; "All right, let me see."&nbsp; She dropped to her knees beside the fighter, unslung her bag and set it down as she carefully pulled up Linda's tank top.&nbsp; A very nasty bruise, Sue probed it lightly, alert to every twitch of torso muscle, little gasp of breath, flicker of expression on Linda's face.&nbsp; "Let me see your arms."&nbsp; Hands flowing over skiing, nothing more than the minor bruising and contusions of a fight,&nbsp; same for the legs.&nbsp; And yes, Susan kept her touch very professional.&nbsp; Firm, gentle, but not tender.&nbsp; But that bruise worried her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Right, you asked for a massage, and that's a good idea, but that bruise, well, I've got some stuff for that."&nbsp; She glanced at the man watcing them.&nbsp; "Get lost, buddy, we need privacy, she's getting a full rubdown, then I've got to work some stuff into that bruising, and show her how to do it herself."<br><br>For the first time, Susan took a careful look around to see what the room had to offer, a massage table, a mat, towels, whatever.<br><br>Linda was a distracting thing, she certainly drew the eye.&nbsp; <em>And the way she's half grinning at me, she knows exactly what she's doing to me.&nbsp; I'm not gonna keep this professional for long, and the little minx knows it.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 18:34:07</strong>
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				There was a mat, and a bed that was probably too soft for massage. But there was also the "Well, it's not like I haven't seen her in her sports bra...", Damien begin, then suddenly shut up and turned.<br>"I'll be outside if you need me", he promised on his way out. Behind Sue, Cherry chuckled.<br>The little one, minx or not, had begun unstrapping her bra. Damian obviously wanted to keep it professional with her.<br>"Full rubdown, you said?", Cherry asked oh-so-innocently, while letting her bra fall on the floor. She went to the exercise bench and looked at Sue, giving her a full frontal nudity look.<br>"Here or on the bed, Doc?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 19:34:50</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>Browsing round Party City</strong><br><strong>Trying to plan</strong><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily had called in on the way for orange juice and vodka, a bowl and a gallon container, and was now in Party City, having found some dark waterproof face paint.&nbsp; So far, so good.&nbsp; Now: to actually get in??</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">To get into a kids' party uninvited said Clown Outfit, didn't it? Loud and clear; and here they were, lots of clown costumes.&nbsp; Basically there seemed to be two types: sexy, or concealing.&nbsp; But not both.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">(http://images.buyclowncostumes.com/harlequin-honey-costume.jpg)(http://images.buyclowncostumes.com/adult-big-top-clown.jpg)</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The sexy one would probably get her past any goons, but then people could still recognise her.&nbsp; The concealing one would conceal her and a gun, but would be no use for any flirting: goons wouldn't care if they 'saw her later' or not....</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Hmmm...</span><br><br><br>Emily found a quiet corner and took another look at the house on her phone:<br><br><br>&nbsp;http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=4855+pinetree+drive+miami+beach&amp;hl=en&amp;ll=25.824114,-80.126435&amp;spn=0.009648,0.013883&amp;safe=off&amp;hnear=4855+Pine+Tree+Dr,+Miami+Beach,+Florida+33140,+United+States&amp;gl=uk&amp;t=m&amp;z=17 (http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=4855+pinetree+drive+miami+beach&amp;hl=en&amp;ll=25.824114,-80.126435&amp;spn=0.009648,0.013883&amp;safe=off&amp;hnear=4855+Pine+Tree+Dr,+Miami+Beach,+Florida+33140,+United+States&amp;gl=uk&amp;t=m&amp;z=17)<br><br><br>What possibilities were there?&nbsp; She had to basically get in; shoot the host amid a horde of gangsters and bodyguards; not be recognised; not say anything in her distinctive accent; not be shot to pieces herself; then go home.&nbsp; Christ.&nbsp; Don Michele was REALLY testing her with this one!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 21:07:01</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>4855 Pinetree<br>Alone with Cherry, feeling poleaxed&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Susan heard the door shut behind her.&nbsp; Dimly.&nbsp; If she hadn't been wearing a bra under her t-shit, her nipples would have shown through like headlights.&nbsp; The look in Linda's eyes left her no doubt at all that everything she had been thinking about since helping the fighter out of that pit could come true right this very instant.<br><br>Her slight tremor had vanished, it always did when her adrenaline was up.&nbsp; Boy was it ever.<br>&nbsp;<br>But that bruise really did need looking too, and a massage to work out the kinks from that fight... an excuse.&nbsp; Damian was quite capable of giving her a trainer's rubdown, he obviously had no trouble treating her like a daughter, a fighter, not a....<br><br>Lover.&nbsp; <em> Five months.&nbsp; Five months since I kissed a woman, touched a woman that way, let her touch me.</em><br><br>Susan looked around again and sighed.&nbsp; "The bench, Linda.&nbsp; Face down.&nbsp; Fold your arms and pillow our head on them."&nbsp; It was low to the ground, she could straddle it and her without sitting on her hips, wouldn't put stress on the body, wouldn't pull at the bruised muscles, wouldn't&nbsp; feel Linda's firm ass against her mound.&nbsp; She fished a small bottle of unscented baby oil out of her bag, dabbed a little on her palms, just enough to smooth her touch, allow her hands to glide across that taut skin.<br><br>It was taut, all right.&nbsp; feet on either side of the bench, leaning down, putting some of her weight on the hands tha started on Linda's shoulders, fingers gripping, kneading along the sides of the neck, working to the points of the shoulders, back, gliding across the back of the neck, thumb on each side of the spine moving down, down, say down&nbsp; all the way to the beginnings of the part in Linda's rear, then heading back up in a slow firm glide. <br><br>&nbsp;The cost, what it cost her to not run her hands across the globes of that lovely derriere.&nbsp; <em>Do the job, give her what she needs, then I'll worry about what we both want.</em><br><br>She moved out from the spine a half palms-width on either side and another slow glide down, and back up, firm, gentle pressure.&nbsp; But not tender.&nbsp; Shift out a half palm, down and up again.&nbsp; Very slowly, rinse and repeat until she had covered the back, was getting close to that bruise..&nbsp; Forget that side, long slow srokes of her hand, dabbing a little more oil on her hands, woriing the knots out of that side.<br><br>"OK Linda."&nbsp; her voice was steady, a bit thick, but steady.&nbsp; "I'm going to work on that bruise some, and this will hurt a bit.&nbsp; Don't play Iron Woman, let me know if it's too much, you hear?"<br><br>She swung her leg over, knelt on the fighter's wounded side.&nbsp; "Nasty.&nbsp; With what little you wear in the pit, it just screams Hit Me Here."&nbsp; Her fingers probed , kneaded, massaged,&nbsp; she dipped into her medical bag again, came out with a blue capped jar.&nbsp; "Blue Emu oil,&nbsp; It seems to work, yo can have this jar."&nbsp; She worked some into the bruise, very very gently.&nbsp; "OK, it looks worse than it is.&nbsp; You wouldn't have been able to go into that V pose if it was too deep in the muscle.&nbsp; But whoever you go up against is gonna try to hammer you there, it'll draw the eyes as well as the fist."&nbsp; Susan gave her a light kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear "Use that.&nbsp; Play it up, you know they'll be aiming there, you can mess 'em up with a riposte.&nbsp; But you already know that don't you, you little shark."<br><br>Susan went into her standing straddle pose, working her way down on the right thigh.&nbsp; Starting just ust below that magnificent ass.&nbsp; If she touched that, there was no going back from what they both wanted to happen.&nbsp; That smooth thigh was bad enough. <em> My nips are going to explode right through my bra and my shirt.</em>&nbsp; And by the time she had worked her slow way down to the back of the fighters right knee, Sue suspected that "soaking&nbsp; her panties" might be more than just a figure of speech.&nbsp; By the time she was gently tugging on Linda's toes with her fingertips, she was sure of it.&nbsp; And when she finished working her way up Cherry's left leg, pausing with her finger tips just brushing round flesh she insanely wanted to bury her face in, she might have been capable of babbling incoherency&nbsp; if somebody had asked her a question.<br><br>Well.&nbsp; This was it.&nbsp; No going back from this.&nbsp; Linda had a dreamy smile on her face, her eyes half closed, enjoying the touch.&nbsp; And turned on as well, Susan didn't doubt it at all.&nbsp; But not as much as the medic was.&nbsp; Susan took a breath and placed a hand - hands that were not trembling, she was happy to note - on each cheek, and her fingers started to work, to knead, her palms stroked.<br><br>The same firm, neutral touch as on the back and legs.&nbsp; But this was different and they both knew it.&nbsp; Susan covered every inch of round flesh with her hands, slowly, repeatedly, circular strokes this time.&nbsp; And the way Linda was rolling her hips was so delightful.<br><br>The bed was just over there.&nbsp; Susan had taken her time with this, she didn't know how long it had taken, didn't remotely care.&nbsp; Linda was smiling, looking at her, looking at the bed.&nbsp; Well.&nbsp; Susan reached behind her and tugged her shoes off, her short socks off, stood up and hauled her t-shirt over her head, reached behind her, unhooked her strapless bra, let it fall.&nbsp; She had tan lines, she sunbathed on the roof of her apartment building when she could, but not nude not in that part of town.&nbsp; Nothing like the unlined skin she saw below her.&nbsp; She unbuttoned her light khaki pants, pulled them down, pulled her panties down with them, stepped out of the clothing pooled at her feet.<br><br>She reached down and took Linda's hand, helped her rise to her feet, and held her, just held her close, one leg slightly forward, pushing between Linda's thighs, face buried in her hair, just holding her, feeling her, taking in her scent.<br><br>And with no clothes in the way, it was just as glorious as she had hoped it would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 21:37:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6910739#msg6910739">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 12-09-2012, 00:59:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">If Gabi was an angel, she was a fallen angel. Or at least an angel after a heavy fall. It was hard to tell.<br>"Somewhere far away, please. Next state would be nice, but this street will do just fine as well!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"No I'm not putting you on the street high on crack and with an open wound on your arm. We'll take you home and I'll have my doctor call you when you're sober." Mari's voice is much softer right now when talking to Gabi, but it quickly switches back when she turns to the driver. "Take us to &lt;GABI'S PLACE&gt; so I can drop her off." Then turning back to Nyx. "So like, how old are these kids?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 22:30:17</strong>
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				<strong>Mari</strong><br>As it wasn't far off from there, Nix didn't mind. But when they stopped, Gabi bolted through the door without looking back or waiting for Mari.<br>"Ungrateful bitch", Keira nodded, full of understanding for your complicated situation. "Why did you take her out at all? Seems like she ain't got the nerves to stand some shooting!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 09:30:05</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>4855 Pinetree<br>Alone with Cherry, being poleaxed</strong><br>Cherry looked up at her, still cuddled in her arms. But now her arms were snaking around Susan.<br>"I wondered why it took you so long", she whispered. "I asked for a massage, didn't I? Should I have added "Thai" to the text?"<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Link</div><div class="spoiler_body">Guess it's time for a new thread yet again.<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151939.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151939.0)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 10:52:50</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>Browsing round Party City</strong><br><strong>Trying to plan</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The store was quiet and Emily was left in peace to ponder her problems.&nbsp; It was true Don Michele had a bit of a soft spot for her, but the main reason she still was part of the Family – well, not far off part of it at least – was that she was good at her job.&nbsp; And that meant, more than anything, solving problems.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And often the best way was to put her mind in neutral and let it wander.&nbsp; She started moving, strolling along the isles looking at all the different things for sale. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Came to the costumes.&nbsp; Schoolgirl costumes.&nbsp; She immediately thought of Chrissie – God she must reply to her messages!&nbsp; Sex.&nbsp; Sex with Chrissie, her gorgeous little body nude except for her amazing hair, say teasingly wrapped round…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sex.&nbsp; The Nix kids were fifteen, right?&nbsp; Too young to have sex, but certainly not too young to be thinking about it.&nbsp; Vulnerable, sexually, with plenty of predators out there.&nbsp; Something every parent would have to worry about…</span><br><br>And fifteen was too old for clowns, thinking about it.&nbsp; That was a dud idea.&nbsp; But a costume was a good concept…one with a mask, and sexy.&nbsp; For any goons and the fifteen-year-old boy…<br><br>Aha!&nbsp; Perfect…<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.seventilmidnight.com/pic/STM_10306_Caped_Crusader_F_300.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Emily took it to the checkout and went home.&nbsp; She'd get everything ready, eat, and then set out to arrive as it was getting dark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 19:11:49</strong>
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				<br>Eight o’clock finally came and Emily packed her kit up: her costume, rifle case, pistol, face paint, together with her sailing wetsuit and the vodka-and-orange in its bottle and the bowl, and drove down to the marina.&nbsp; She put her kit aboard her boat and motored out in to Biscayne Bay, then through Surprise Lake and then slowly, quietly, along towards the landing stage of 4855 Pinetree.&nbsp; <br><br><br><div class="floatleft">http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=4855+PINETREE,+Miami+Beach&amp;ll=25.824318,-80.123751&amp;spn=0.000825,0.00084&amp;hnear=4855+Pine+Tree+Dr,+Miami+Beach,+Florida+33140,+United+States&amp;gl=uk&amp;t=h&amp;z=21 (http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=4855+PINETREE,+Miami+Beach&amp;ll=25.824318,-80.123751&amp;spn=0.000825,0.00084&amp;hnear=4855+Pine+Tree+Dr,+Miami+Beach,+Florida+33140,+United+States&amp;gl=uk&amp;t=h&amp;z=21)</div><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; Using lights since it was pretty dark now…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; This was very, very exclusive territory.&nbsp; And hers was a suitably expensive boat.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; The question was: would Nix bother with a guard at the entrance to his garden, from this very, very low-risk end?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; She let the boat slow and changed into her costume, hiding her pistol with its suppressor under the cape, behind her back.&nbsp; Got her rifle assembled and ready, with its suppressor and telescopic sight.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; Glided up to the landing stage, which was predictably deserted.&nbsp; Tied up.&nbsp; Poured the vodka-and-orange into the bowl, and stepped ashore.&nbsp; Was that the kids larking about by the pool she could hear?&nbsp; Switching on a beaming smile, she walked confidently in.&nbsp; "Hey guys!! Anyone for punch?"</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 11:02:05</strong>
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				<strong>Emily<br>On the landing stage<br>With a guard</strong><br><br>"Sure, missus", the bored voice cam in from below a small palm-like tree. The man who moved towards her big, black and bruiser-like, and he sure looked professional even in his three-piece. And if her senses didn't lie to her, there was something big under his armpit.<br>Of course, maybe he was just REALLY glad to see her.<br>"I'd like some punch, to be sure", he added. "Well, not right now - I'm at work. For that matter, what's your name? I'm <em>sure</em> your name is in the list!"<br>He pulls out some stack of sheets that sure look like a list of the guests. She can get a movement by the corner of her eye, it looks like someone else was below the same tree.<br>Nix might have overlooked this entrance. His security consultants, who got money from providing more security, haven't done anything of the sorts, obviously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 11:56:49</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>The Nix garden</strong><br><strong>Being challenged by a guard</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Shit!&nbsp; Not just guards but two of them, with a list!&nbsp; Well she wasn’t going to try and shoot them, they didn’t deserve it, and anyway they were too close to the pool and the kids – even a subsonic .22 with a suppressor wasn’t THAT quiet - and with all the garden lights anyway…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh Hi! I won’t be on your list,” she replied airily, still in the American accent she’d been practising earlier in the evening, “I’m just standing in.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She went towards the huge guy, keeping her smile on.&nbsp; Never show fear, it was a dead giveaway; act like we’re all on the same side; offer something; get within perfume range, smell was so powerful; make them WANT to believe you…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I’m Mandy Simmons, from Parties Unlimited?&nbsp; We have a block admission I expect?&nbsp; I’m so sorry I’m late!&nbsp; Aurora came over sick, so I had to fill in, we have to deliver don’t we!”&nbsp; she gave a little laugh, close to the guy now, giving him a good look down her cleavage (such as as was but not every guy needed huge bosoms did they?).&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Though this isn’t my normal thing, you know, I do strippergrams normally, but I gather the birthday boy and girl are too young for THAT!” she gave another little laugh.&nbsp; Standing slightly close to the guy now.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I’m not staying anyway, I just have to drop this off and make sure there’s nothing else they want and then I’ll be right back.&nbsp; Drop this off and then I’m done for the evening…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“How late do you guys work anyway?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Would they go for it?&nbsp; Emily gave them her best smile and waited to see.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:19:05</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>Getting into the Nix party</strong><br><strong>And onto the dance floor</strong><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“How come you’re in that boat?” The guy asked suspiciously. “That ain’t no Parties Unlimited company vehicle.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh that’s my bosses boat,” Emily kept her smile going, “he sent me in it so I can offer the birthday boy and girl a ride in it.&nbsp; Some kids like that kind of thing, you know.&nbsp; But it’s up to you, obviously.&nbsp; If I can’t come in I just get to go home and explain in the morning…”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She made it sound like she wouldn’t mind getting off early at all.&nbsp; And the explanation would be that an over-zealous guard had spoiled it, for Nix’s children…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright, I guess you’re not the kind Mr Nix wants kept away anyhow,” the guard relented, “you be sure and stop by on the way out now!” he favoured her with a gruesome smile, eyeing up the full length of her body. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Phew!&nbsp; Well her running and steps and swimming and 100 crunches a day did pay off!&nbsp; Emily beat a retreat before he could change his mind, making a show of offering the bowl to the kids at the pool before walking casually up the path towards the house.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">So…the ‘pervert plan’ - to scare the kids and have them run in for their dad, then end it for him with the rifle from the cabin roof of the boat - was a dead duck, that WAS for sure.&nbsp; Well she had her pistol, she’d have to see what opportunities there might be – at least nobody would recognise her in this mask, except Don Michele and Toni of course, who’d recognise her jawline, mouth and eyes probably.&nbsp; &nbsp;Don Michele might tune into her thighs and hips and butt, possibly, but that was fine.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">So what was what, now?&nbsp; In the mansion with the crazy party going on.&nbsp; She’d better look like she was in the mood, meet some people and do some dancing or whatever.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then locate Nix but not be seen spending time with him…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh, sure,” a guy was asking her to dance already!&nbsp; Well she did enjoy a nice dance, she had to admit.&nbsp; Good music, nice and loud, making it easy to get in the mood.&nbsp; She could see he was hoping the next track would be a slow one, but if it was she’d head for the loo.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 02:09:37</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>By the pool<br>Entertaining kids</strong><br><br>Mari's disguise had ended up being a princess dress. Princesses are rare at boy's parties, but the twins certainly didn't seem to mind seeing a beautiful latina chica in a just-barely-appropriate-for-kids dress. Of course what was and wasn't considered appropriate for kids was much different where Mari came from, a country where a porn star could get a job as a children's TV host.<br><br>The dress also had a few special features as well, several of the seems were fastened with Velcro and stitching that could break away quickly, if she needed to move quickly, the dress could be torn off with one hand in a matter of seconds. Underneath was her bikini, which she preferred to normal underwear, and if the kids paid attention, this princess seemed to be wearing boots instead of glass sippers. Interesting.<br><br>Boots weren't the only thing she had hidden under the outfit. Her legs were protected by military grade knee-pads, if she had to take a firing stance. And dangling between her legs like an artificial penis was an Ingram Mac-10 with a big phallic looking suppressor, concealed beneath the hoop skirt. She also had a tactical harness strapped to her hips which, aside from making her but look even bigger than normal, held 4 spare magazines and a tactical sling for the SMG.<br><br>May God take mercy on any who would disturb this children's party, because <em>Princess De Silva Torres, duchess of Carioca</em> will not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 23:53:58</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In the staff kitchen of 4855 Pinetree<br>Very relaxed and mellow</strong><br><br>Boneless bliss had given way to more vulgar needs of the body.&nbsp; Susan had very carefully disentangled herself from Linda, the fighter may have half awakened, but didn't protest as the medic slid out of bed and dressed quietly.<br><br>Finding a bathroom was easy, the kitchen not much harder.&nbsp; She stayed out of the way, a barstool by a&nbsp; window, idly sipping coffee, nibbling on a bean and cheese burrito, humming quietly to herself.<br><br>Clowns, the large yard was infested with the things.&nbsp; "God I hate clowns."&nbsp; A happy mutter, she was in far too good a mood to be annoyed with anybody.&nbsp; She made sure she wasn't blocking the workers view of the lawn party, but watched the activity with a sense of peace, for a change.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 01:46:01</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>At the party</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She did a couple of dances then excused herself, not seeing Nix anywhere and starting to worry in case the guy, or somebody, might put a hand on her back and feel the gun.&nbsp; Or just bump into her there, would be enough – it looked like most people here would know a pistol when they felt it!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was time to either find Nix and PTS him or find somewhere to stash the gun for a while…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She went out into the garden and strolled round, still not seeing him, through some cloisters and along the back of the house, looking away when she saw people inside being busy doing something and looking out at her; not seeing anywhere but at least not feeling out of place in her black cape and mask and fishnets, working her way down the garden.</span><br><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">(http://img.onesothebysrealty.com/photo/MIAMIRE/335195676-08.jpg)</span></div><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She walked along a neatly trimmed hedge, then saw a big bushy plant in a pot – ideal for hiding the gun for a while!&nbsp; She walked round the end of the hedge, heading for the plant, then realised it was next to the pool, where the kids were still hanging out, together with a voluptuous latina woman in a princess outfit.&nbsp; She had dirty-blonde hair and slightly crazy look in her eyes; quite a big butt - not to be unkind or anything but it was quite a substantial size - and there was something a bit odd about her walk..</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh Hi!” Emily said, giving her her default half smile, "wish I'd brought my swim things!".&nbsp; She’d have to find somewhere else.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 11:42:32</strong>
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				<strong>Emily, Mari, (Kelli?), Sue<br>At the party<br>Looking for prey <em>tout en attendant <del>Godot</del> Nix</em></strong><br><br>A shadow seemed to pass from Sue to the place where Emily was trying to chat up Mari, as if expecting something. Then it came back, almost uncertain.<br>Nobody noticed, including the women.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Some kid running at speed bumped into Mari's skirt, interrupting . He looked to be no more than 10, blond, and was chasing some other kids around the pool. The impact, however, almost toppled her over.<br>The kid seemed to be swimming regularly, if one could judge by his muscle development. Then he looked up to her and spoke with a weird accent she didn't manage to recognise.<br>"Are you a princess?"<br>Sue, at the same time, looked at some boys and girls she could have met in Baghdad. Red-haired, and being nude didn't help her distinguish between kids from different nationalities...<br>Of course, these ones could simply be Jewish, she knew.<br>Nix also appeared, and the ones with military background could appreciate his guards forming a discreet "diamond" formation around him as they emerged from the home entrance. Of course, with two of them being female, the almost seemed like normal sycophants.<br>If you squint and don't look too closely, that is, they'd certainly seem like that.<br>Be it as it may, Nix waited for the crowd to notice him, than touched something in his three-piece. It seems this activated a micro, since now you can all hear his words.<br>"Dear friends and business associates", Nix began. "I thank you for coming over at my humble home, to celebrate my kids' 15th birthday!"<br>The kids seem to be the ones that stay together, and meet all the other kids. Playing the hosts for them as his father is the host for the adults.<br>"I'm glad to be in the presence of so many friends - for you know that I don't do business with people I wouldn't trust enough to invite at my kids' birthday - and I'm glad to see you all answered the invitation!"<br>The gathered men in expensive suits raise a glass each in his direction, smiling politely. If they had cloaks, some might have hidden a hand under them, but alas, the time of cloaks-and-daggers has long since passed.<br>The ethics of it, however, are very much alive - as the gathering here could attest.<br>"On this happy day, when my kids...what the..."<br>There's some commotion in the bushes near the party.<br>Seems like a paparazzi has been spotted by the guards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 14:16:15</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In the kitchen by a window<br>Watching the lawn party.</strong><br><br>"What the hell?"<br><br>A scuffle iin the bushes far too close to happy kids, she was on the alert at once.&nbsp; Setting aside her coffee cup -draining it out of habit.&nbsp; Combat reflexes were starting to kick in and she might need the caffeine.&nbsp; The hand reaching behind her back touched nothing but skin under her shirt. <em> In the car, with my knife, oh shit.</em><br><br>And her reaction to the disturbance told a couple of the people on the staff she was more than a casual visitor to the estate, she was sure of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 16:34:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>By the pool</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Seeing Nix emerge from the house</strong></span><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Nix!&nbsp; Emily was moving even as her mind formed the word.&nbsp; It was now or never, surely, with him standing there, FOUR bodyguards making a close-range attack impossible.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She grabbed the bowl she’d dropped off earlier and emptied it as she strode across the bit of grass to the path.&nbsp; How far to the boat? Thirty yards?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Guess what they want something else!” she grinned to the guards as she passed the trees where they were: “They’re a bit spoiled I reckon.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Onto the landing stage – pulled the bow rope to free it with one pull as she’d specially done that knot; pulled the stern rope free too, because once she fired those guards were just there so it gave her a chance not to have to shoot them – no current here so the boat would stay still long enough…totally dark now...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Into the cabin, grabbed the rifle from under the bunk; climbed onto the cabin roof; settled with rifle pointing towards the house, now look…perhaps 20 seconds elapsed? Would he still be there?</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 19:53:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6931057#msg6931057">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 16-09-2012, 11:42:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Some kid running at speed bumped into Mari's skirt, interrupting . He looked to be no more than 10, blond, and was chasing some other kids around the pool. The impact, however, almost toppled her over.<br>The kid seemed to be swimming regularly, if one could judge by his muscle development. Then he looked up to her and spoke with a weird accent she didn't manage to recognise.<br>"Are you a princess?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari scrambled back to her feet as quickly as she could while still looking dainty. Fortunately the frills of her skirt should have kept the gun concealed. Once she was standing again she leaned down to the child's level and spoke in a practiced voice. "Why yes young knight, I am the Princess of Carioca. The lord of this house has summoned me to watch over the children on this special day. Pray tell, what is your name?" She offered the boy a gloved hand.<br><br>Meanwhile she heard the commotion from the bushes, and shot a quick glance at it. Probably nothing, but still a good idea to be cautious. "Why don't we go over this way children." She lead the group away from the source of the disturbance, keeping an eye on the crowd while maintaining her regal bearing. Apparently those nuns did teach her something useful back in catholic school. Daddy's money didn't go to waste after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 23:13:01</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In the staff kitchen<br>Scanning the mansion grounds from a window <br></strong><br>Susan was standing beside the window, not showing herself to the outside.&nbsp; Guards were responding to the disturbance in the bushes.<br><br>One of the clowns... the semi-catwoman outfit, the fishnet hose, showing lots of thigh.&nbsp; Very nice&nbsp; thighs, now that she thought about it.&nbsp; Something about them tickled her memory, but she couldn't place it.<br><br><br>No time for that now.&nbsp; hHr foot swept out slightly, pulled her messenger bag close.&nbsp; It wasn't the kit she would have preferred if things got serious, but much better than nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 10:09:07</strong>
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				<strong>Mari, Duchess da Coke :P<br>At the pool<br>Talking with boys</strong><br>"I'm Dmitriy", the boy answers, taking her hand. "Dmitriy Simchuk. And I'm not a knight, my dad says our...uh, grand-grand-grand-grand....well, grand parents... used to kill knights when they invaded the old country".<br>Dimitry looks at her and despite being little, seems to appreciate <del>the fanservice</del> the sight her idea of "age-appropriate" outfit reveals.<br>"But I guess I could be a prince as well. Dad also said some of those same grand-parents were that, before the Commies came!"<br>The boy looks proud with himself, and his presumed family history. His voice is warm enough.<br>"So, where's Carioca? Never heard of it, and we recently had a test. I thought it would be included. Maybe Dad needs to fire the teacher?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 10:18:39</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In the kitchen by a window<br>Watching the beating</strong><br>A quick look around doesn't show anyone taking interest in Susan's involuntary movement. Maybe they were just kitchen staff, and didn't notice.<br>Or, more disturbingly, maybe they were used to people making such motions...<br>Another look through the window shows a glimpse of two guards are beating on a paparazzi. One of them kicks the man in the thigh, like a kick-boxer. The other one tackles him to the ground and they disappear in the bushes.<br>You keep hearing the sounds of bones and flesh hitting flesh, though. At least for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 10:40:47</strong>
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				<strong>Emily<br>At her own boat<br>Sniping at Nix<br></strong><br>"I apologize for that disturbance", Nix moved his hands aside. "But you know how it is; go...those reporters have to have a picture of everything, right? Well, sometimes I want a family party that's not going public!"<br>The sound is loud and clear even here. Has the man got loud-speakers installed? Not that it would be surprising.<br>"As I was saying, my friends, I thank you for coming over here. I'm deeply honoured, and believe me, I ain't going to forget that courtesy!"<br>Hands clapping, people seem to be bored out of their minds with his "impromptu" speech that's as improvised as a governor's remarks after meeting the state's congressional assembly. But these are also old dogs at it, and know they'd have to swallow the bone whole, and pretend they liked it.<br>Besides, they all know Nix needs to demonstrate he's not afraid of a war, and that his guards can prevent any attempts at his life-or privacy.<br>"I'm also glad, and even more honoured, that you brought your own kids. The children, they're most important, as they're going to inherit our places one day. Well, for Jane and Jake, that's not before college - but it still looks approaching to me!"<br>The kids' faces show that it's not near enough, if anything.<br>At this moment, Emily almost has Nix in her sights. All she has to do is expire slowly, and squeeze the trigger gently without moving. The<em>without moving</em> part might be the problem. She also notices a red spot that's crawling over the cabin's roof near her. If her training shows anything, that's a laser sight, and it comes from somewhere roughly at her level.<br>She can try and shoot the other sniper first, but Nix might have the time to hide and would probably be alerted by a falling body. Or she can shoot Nix, she's still got time to squeeze that trigger, but that would make her a stationary target. Or she could abort it and roll off the cabin's roof. Then drive the boat away, and hope the other sniper never gets a clean shot.<br>It was indeed time for life and death decisions!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 15:06:09</strong>
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				S<strong>usan Cochrane<br>In the Staff kitchen, watching the party<br>Going on full alert</strong><br><br>She just couldn't put her finger on it but something was wrong.&nbsp; Not the beating in the bushes.&nbsp; She had seen such hat were just as bad, and well... she had the common disdain for those camera bearing coyotes. The guards wouldn't let her tend to the man anyway.&nbsp; But something was off.&nbsp; The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, just like they did when she was downrange of a....sniper.<br><br>She hopped off the stool, sent it toppling over back behind her as she ducked back from the window holding her kitbag.&nbsp; "Down, down, get down!"&nbsp; She snapped.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Note:&nbsp; These were mainly done as springboards to justify some flavor-text IC writing.<br><br>Senses based notice roll to, well, notice something unusual<br>Roll ID: 41123<br>&nbsp;Summary: At 2012-09-18 07:48:56, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 3d6e6 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=41123)<br>Full Result: Healergirl rolled: 3d6, extra dice at 6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 1, 2, 4,<br>Total: 7<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Skill, <strong>1 </strong>success<br><br>Understanding roll for her subconscious to get very alarmed by what her senses are telling her. <br><br>Roll ID: 41124<br>Owner: Healergirl<br>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br>Time Rolled: 2012-09-18 07:50:30<br><br>Summary: At 2012-09-18 07:50:30, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 4d6e6 Result: 20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=41124)<br><br>Full Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6, extra dice at 6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 5, 3, 1, 6, 5,&nbsp; &nbsp;With skill, <strong>3</strong> success<br>edited for cat-assisted spelling.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 15:29:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On her boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On target, and A target...</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily was making the last tiny adjustment as she saw the laser dot with her open eye.&nbsp; With her sighting eye she saw she had Nix’ face lined up.&nbsp; Shit!!&nbsp; Less than half a second to fire the 3-round burst and put Nix to sleep.&nbsp; Ultra-thin steel penetrator on her rounds so that at supersonic speed the copper alloy cores would fragment on entry and humanely shred his brain before he could register any pain.&nbsp; And not exit to endanger people behind either…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was what she was here to do.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily squeezed the trigger, felt the rifle judder briefly against her shoulder.&nbsp; Then not wasting time looking to see if she’d hit her target – the range was only about 50 yards - she let go of the rifle and rolled, flipping herself off the edge of the roof down onto the deck.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Quick!!&nbsp; She jumped to her feet, ran to the wheel, pressed Engine Start twice, opened the throttles, and felt the engines surge the boat forward.&nbsp; Thank Christ she’d turned it round when she arrived! </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Now she looked down the waterway, heading away from the shore, counting the few seconds until the boat would be up on the plane and doing 30 knots…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">BANG!!&nbsp; She was on the floor.&nbsp; What had happened?&nbsp; She couldn’t see properly.&nbsp; Couldn’t think properly…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Intense pain wracked her to the core.&nbsp; She wanted to close her eyes and let go…but she mustn’t…mustn’t…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Boat.&nbsp; She was in the boat…what?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; What was it, that was important? </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Wet, under her hand…sniff, taste – it was blood! </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Shooting…laser…she’d been shot!&nbsp; How bad?&nbsp; Was there a bullet in her?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily staggered on the seat, pulling herself up with the wheel…the boat was travelling…too fast…she reached for the throttles and managed to pull them back.&nbsp; She couldn’t see properly…couldn’t steer…switch off…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She managed to stop the engines before slipping back onto the floor.&nbsp; Felt round herself, trying to pinpoint the source of the pain from among the overwhelming blanket of agony…felt her legs, torso, arms, head…there!&nbsp; Warm, wet blood streaming from her scalp.&nbsp; Christ…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">No hole, that she could feel.&nbsp; Clipped?&nbsp; Had she been that lucky?&nbsp; Or unlucky?&nbsp; Anyway she was injured, inside, she couldn’t keep going…had to rest…close her eyes…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Help.&nbsp; She needed help.&nbsp; Phone.&nbsp; Pocket.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There it was.&nbsp; Who?&nbsp; Don Michele?&nbsp; Sometime she wished she had friends… Susan; it was instinct...that’s who she needed.&nbsp; Emily had put her number in, ready to call…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There.&nbsp; God, she was going.&nbsp; Dial.&nbsp; She’d pressed it…with her head ringing she couldn’t tell if there was an answer…”Help! Help! Boat... Location...”&nbsp; she passed out.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 20:30:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6940833#msg6940833">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 18-09-2012, 10:09:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari, Duchess da Coke :P<br>At the pool<br>Talking with boys</strong><br>"I'm Dmitriy", the boy answers, taking her hand. "Dmitriy Simchuk. And I'm not a knight, my dad says our...uh, grand-grand-grand-grand....well, grand parents... used to kill knights when they invaded the old country".<br>Dimitry looks at her and despite being little, seems to appreciate <del>the fanservice</del> the sight her idea of "age-appropriate" outfit reveals.<br>"But I guess I could be a prince as well. Dad also said some of those same grand-parents were that, before the Commies came!"<br>The boy looks proud with himself, and his presumed family history. His voice is warm enough.<br>"So, where's Carioca? Never heard of it, and we recently had a test. I thought it would be included. Maybe Dad needs to fire the teacher?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari gave a very elegant laugh before replying. "Carioca is what they call people from Rio de..." And then Gunshots. "Excuse me" Mari Pulled the boy to the ground and scanned the horizon for the source of the gunshots, a boat, how could she have missed that. She must have assumed it was one of Nyx's. "Be careful young prince, for today you become king. I shall avenge your father's death."<br><br>She stood up, and yanked two louse threads on the dress. Tearing it off as she began to run. Revealing her Bikini, tactical gear, and fully loaded Mac-10 to the confused partygoers. She Cocked her gun and sprinted for the docks. Regretting not having taken her Shrike. She could have probably fitted a full sized rifle in that skirt. And it would have been able to return fire on the boat. But It wasn't exactly a good gun to bring to a birthday party. SMGs were a favorite of bodyguards for a reason. She just needed to close the gap before the boat speed off. Or try to chase it in another boat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 22:06:57</strong>
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				Ssusan Cochrane<br>At 4855 Pinetree<br>Getting out of there<br><br>One the floor and crawling for the door, not bothering to tell people to get down, just staying down and getting out.&nbsp; Moving fast, too, she was out the door and headed for her car before the screaming really got started.&nbsp; More shots a lot more shots and god know, she didn't want to be found near the scene of two underworld shooting in two days, God No!<br><br>It seemed other people had the same idea, they were headed for cars when she started hers and peeled out.&nbsp; Well, peeled out as defined by a Ford Focus, anyway.<br><br>Her phone was going off, she ignored it, the leading edge of a panicked race for the estate exits, the guards waved her through, a glance in her mirrors showed the crest of panic building behind her.&nbsp; She got a block away, checked her phone... Emily?&nbsp; Hurt, on a boat?&nbsp; She checked her Garmin, the coordinates.&nbsp; Right on top of her.&nbsp; A boat.&nbsp; Shit, the panicked return fire from bodyguards, colossal bad luck for her to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.<br><br>She found a cross street, right beside the waterway, there, had to be.&nbsp; Now where to stash her car.&nbsp; Oh God, Oh God, present at two shootings at two days, they'd find some reason to lock her up, yes they would.&nbsp; OK.&nbsp; She found a spot in the path of the boat, pulled over, pulled out her other kitbags... and put the car in drive, got itgoing, put it in neutral and hopped out while her precious car dropped over the bank and splashed into the water, a few bubbles and that was it.&nbsp; It would buy her some time, she'd report it stolen.<br><br>It was the best she could come up with.&nbsp; Her messenger bags were top quality, supposedly watertight.&nbsp; Here came the boat.&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; She kicked her sneakers off, tied them around her neck, and jumped into the water, swimming like a desperate dog clutching her bouyant bags, just barely intercepting the boat and oh fucking hell, how to get aboard, found a&nbsp; line, lifted up tossed her bags aboard and hauled herself up.<br><br>"Emily!"&nbsp; The cabin, cockpit, steering whatever the hell it was called, she checked that first and holy shit, blood everywhere there she was.<br><br>No time for shakes, no time for anything but saving the woman.<br><br>If she could.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">urning 2 fortuna to get off the estate, 2 more for getting onto the boat with Emily.&nbsp; I have six total, so can burn three for each if needed.<br><br>HeBaling roll for treating emily:<br><br>Roll ID: 41131<br>Owner: Healergirl<br>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br>Time Rolled: 2012-09-18 14:58:40<br><br>Summary: At 2012-09-18 14:58:40, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 4d6e6 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=41131)<br><br>Full Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6, extra dice at 6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 2, 6, 2, 2, 3,<br>Total: 15<br><br>With skill 4, <strong>2</strong> successes</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:00:17</strong>
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				<strong>Emily</strong><br><strong>On the cockpit floor</strong><br><strong>Wounded</strong><br><br><br>Hands.&nbsp; Hands.&nbsp; Someone was with her.&nbsp; Susan had come.&nbsp; <br>Emily couldn’t see anything, or say anything, but through the haze she could feel the hands.&nbsp; A voice had said her name, then it was just the hands, caring and strong, decisive; hands that knew what she needed.<br><br><br>She faded again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:44:43</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In the cockpit with Emily<br>Cautiously Optimistic</strong><br><br>"No no no, don't pass out, C'mon sugar, stay with me, don't pass out"&nbsp; A quick snap of an ammonia capsule under her nose, Emily jerked, her eyes open... staring blankly but open.&nbsp; "Don't make me give you adrenaline, sugar, don't do that, stay awake, zone out sure, but listen to my voice!"<br><br>In the zone, nothing else mattered or existed, the wound, a through and through shot, exit was neat and clean the slug hadn't tumbled.<br><br>Sirens. Sirens, oh no the COPS!&nbsp; She had to secure the boat, just had to but Emily was oh God... stabilizing.&nbsp; Susan bolted for the wheel, the engine was still running.... and just stared.&nbsp; She could figure it out, she was used to smaller bass boats, zodiacs, this was a lot bigger, sure.&nbsp; A moment of frantic fumbling didn't make things worse, but that was all.&nbsp; The hell with that, back to Emily.<br><br>"Don't lose it, don't give up, don't pass out, don't pass out."&nbsp; A litany of anguish, a prayer crooned to the bleeding woman over and over as Susan pulled away blood soaked bandages, checked the wound one more time, a clean penetrating shot, no arterial spurting of blood.&nbsp; Quick clot, lots of it, then closing the wound, taping her up, and oh God, Oh God, she bent close to Emily's ear whispering "Stay with me, beautiful, stay with me, don't go anywhere, you're not hurt that bad, just stay with me.&nbsp; I gotta go for a second, I gotta get this damn boat under control."&nbsp; And then Susan kissed her, very lightly on the corner of her mouth, almost on the cheek.&nbsp; "I'll be right back, I promise.&nbsp; you be here, right here."<br><br>Another dash to the wheel, a colder thoughtful look, she made herself calm, made herself ice.&nbsp; And tried again, heart hammering, half an eye out for cops as she tried to look like a common citizen fleeing from gunfire.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">tenacity roll to get herself under control:<br><br>41134&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noone or Anyone&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2012-09-18 16:35:24&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2012-09-18 16:35:24, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 3d6e6 Result: 10 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=41134)<br><br>Full Result: Healergirl rolled: 3d6, extra dice at 6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 2, 4, 4, one four bumped to six,<strong> 1 </strong>success<br><br>Understanding:&nbsp; Boating roll to get the craft under control.<br><br>Roll Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6, extra dice at 6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 3, 4, 4, 2, <br><br>Skill one, no success.&nbsp; If I have any Fortune left after getting out of the estate and getting on the boat, I'll use one to get control of the boat if not... Make a run for it with emily in my arms when we run aground.<br><br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 01:32:59</strong>
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				<strong>Mari, Susan<br>At the party</strong><br>The first bullet was manufactured a long distance away, not so long ago.<br>Once, it was to be used in a local war. The sniper got killed by an air-strike before shooting it.<br>Scavengers found it. The gun was next to useless without a new barrel, but spare ammo was useful. Especially ammo meant for such rifles.<br>Soon afterwards, it travelled to America, despite the USA being the number 1 exporter of weapons in the world. Don Michele needed untraceable weapons that pointed in the direction of another mob, so it was purchased to point at the Russians.<br>The bullet was on top of the clip given to Emily. And then it was shot with skill and precision that it almost erupted in the weapon-equivalent of an orgasm while flying. Well, as much as bullets can have orgasms, at least, that one got it. It even - kinda, sorta - cum, when banging on the back surface of Nix-junior's skull, after being deformed.<br>Nix was almost dead before hitting the ground, or at least that was what morning papers would write. The reality was, he twitched, the body not yet realising it has been killed and trying to re-establish control over its functions.<br>In vain.<br>The second bullet had a much less interesting history. It was made for a heavy Barrett, and was much heavier than its counterpart, being 12.7 mm thick to the other one's 7,62 mm of sleek death.<br>Yet an unfavourable angle lead to it only bouncing from Emily and producing massive bloodloss. All that after she had squeezed her trigger, sending the lower-calibre one spiralling towards the target's head.<br><br><div align="center">***<br></div>"My father? Is he here?", Dimitri asked. Then he noticed the girl in bikini, and his jaw dropped.<br>That wasn't really... age-appropriate, some people would say. But their poor, innocent souls totally enjoyed the sight - until the adults made them press their heads down to avoid bullets.<br>Mari was luckier as a hunter than she was as a protector. There was a motor boat, which she could "borrow" for her trip.<br>Which she did, promptly getting the ignition to work, and speeding towards the yacht. The guards that reached the shore behind her cursed, but she didn't turn back.<br>After reaching the yacht, however, she proceeded with professionalism, attaching her boat to it and starting to check the yacht zone by zone. After all, someone here had a sniper rifle and the skills to use it.<br>With surprise, she heard someone's footsteps on the other side of the cabin. Then there was silence, and more footsteps.<br>By sound, she could determine someone was at the steering wheel, then left it and went to another location. Although some vibrations showed her whoever it was had started the motors, and probably activated the auto-pilot.<br><br><div align="center">***</div>The motor sizzled and if it worked, it was going to take some time getting it to start. It was a good thing there was an auto-pilot, though, or they could be in danger already.<br>And there was a faint sound on the other side of the pilot cabin, Sue was able to tell. Or was it just her nerves playing jokes on her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 01:55:39</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On a yacht<br>With Mari and Emily</strong><br><br>"Shit."&nbsp; Mouthed more than spoken, but very very heartfelt.<br><br>Susan didn't have her gun.&nbsp; Well, it was with her gear, but she didn't have it on her.&nbsp; So.&nbsp; She went very still.&nbsp; Not freezing in place, but still like a cat watching a mousehole.&nbsp; Slowly very slowly she went belly down on the deck, planting her slightly raised feet against a bulkhead, ready to push off hard and low right into whoever came around the lip of the cockpit.<br><br>Because it sure as hell wasn't Emily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 14:19:48</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On a yacht with Mari and Emily<br>Changing plans</strong><br><br>A quick glance at Emily changed everything.&nbsp; She was still, very still.&nbsp; Going into a coma?&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; Susan crab-slid sideways, scooted ober her prone form to face where the intruder was hiding, and gently peeled back&nbsp; one of&nbsp; Emily's eyelids, checking her pulse as well.<br><br>"I don't know who you are, but go ahead and do what you're gonna do, I'm busy, and she's in no shape to do anything but bleed."&nbsp; A slightly raised voice directed in the direction of the intruder.&nbsp; A clear carrying tone, but not quite her combat voice.&nbsp; Not quite.<br><br>She continued in a softer tone, but still loud enough for the intruder to hear.&nbsp; "Hey, hey, c'mon.&nbsp; Stick with me, I know you're tired,&nbsp; know you want to sleep, you can't, not yet, that bastard conked you a good one."<br><br>All the while thinking <em>This is insane, this is nuts, but everybody heard that cannon Nix's sniper was using, that Barrett should have blown her head off.</em>&nbsp; Susan's .380 was so temptingly close, but in a closed bag.&nbsp; Leave it, forget it, gunfire wouldn't save them this time.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 15:29:42</strong>
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				<strong>Jimmy<br>In his home, earlier that fateful day<br>Spilling his soul to a stranger</strong><br><br>~~*~~*~~<br><br>Records from suspect's AIM account.<br>Whores' terror 06:05:03 AM: The bitch cut me off! And it wasn't the worst part... I'm fucking seethin' w/h rage.<br>Manly Love4U 06:05:05 AM: (: What was the worst part, Jimmy?<br>Whores' terror 06:05:09 AM: She did it in front of everybody! After I sent her an e-mail so she could just reply!<br>Manly Love4U 06:05:13 AM: Women r like that, boy. Is why I stick to men );.<br>Whores' terror 06:05:18 AM: You stick it to men, you mean. And I like women.<br>Manly Love4U 06:05:21 AM: And your totally gonna love that some day, too :&gt;)! After you get more experience with them womenfolk...<br>Whores' terror 06:05:24 AM: In ur dreams, man. I liked Emily. I never felt nothing like it for any man.<br>Manly Love4U 06:05:26 AM: Anyway - I hope the rest of 'em behaved better? Friendly, I mean?<br>Whores' terror 06:05:30 AM: No, damn their souls! They pretended smugly nothing had happened, but I knew it! Knew they were laughing behind my back!<br>Manly Love4U 06:05:35 AM: Cum on, Jimmy - they're adult people. Each has probably had a rejection, too.<br>Whores' terror 06:05:37 AM: Not in front of all his colleagues. And that typo was intentional.<br>Manly Love4U 06:05:39 AM: You might be surprised, boy... on both counts.<br>Whores' terror 06:05: 43 AM: Don't try to calm me, John! I knew it. They hate me, just like everyone else does! And laughing behind my back!<br>Manly Love4U 06:05:48 AM: Come on, Jimmy, calm down.<br>Whores' terror 06:05:52 AM: I can't! I want to take my gun and shoot the bastards! And watch her face twitching in terror and begging me to stop!<br>Manly Love4U 06:05:56 AM: Oh, come on...<br>Whores' terror 06:06:00 AM: And then I'd ask her if she likes what has happened. Because of her!<br>Manly Love4U 06:06:02 AM: Come on, Jimmy... you've never killed a man. And you ain't got a gun.<br>Whores' terror 06:06:06 AM: YOU FUCKING DOUBT ME, TOO??????????????????????????????????????????????<br>Manly Love4U 06:06:13 AM: Jimmy?<br>Manly Love4U 06:06:18 AM:Jimmy, r u there?<br>Manly Love4U 06:06:32 AM: JIMMY, DON'T DO THAT! I *HEARTS* U, MAN!<br><br>~~*~~*~~<br><em><br>Police is interrogating the presumed witness who has been talking to Jimmy that day. He lives in Idaho and claimed he never believed Jimmy might do such a thing. He knew it as a kind man he had met over Internet and was hoping to get him in his bed, although Jimmy has proven less than receptive.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 15:54:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Susan tending to her</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The hands were there again.&nbsp; Touching her.&nbsp; The voice.&nbsp; Tension this time.&nbsp; Stress.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; What was happening?&nbsp; She had no idea; no vision; no control.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Her gun!&nbsp; Did Susan need it?&nbsp; It was right there, in her back.&nbsp; She’d tell her…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Uh..uhh..uh…”&nbsp; she couldn’t!&nbsp; Couldn’t…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">...she faded again.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nlwatson</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 17:50:26</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Making her way Home</strong><br><br>Waking up, it takes a couple minutes for eyes to focus before she peeks at the text and types out a reply:&nbsp; &nbsp;Sorry Lori.&nbsp; I should be home around 11. I’m on foot at the moment, but don’t worry everything is okay. I’ll tell you about it later.<br><br>After pressing send, she peeks at Mariam’s naked body and smiles remembering their wonderful night.&nbsp; Finding a piece of paper and pen, she writes her phone number down and places it on the night stand for her.&nbsp; Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she finds her clothes and dresses, before leaning down and kissing Mariam’s neck and whispering in her ear “I got to go sweet, text me later” then makes her way out of the apartment into the bright sunlight.&nbsp; “I need my sunglasses” she says to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As she walks to busy street in search of a cab she relives the past night. The shoot-out with Tom catching a bullet and losing a lot of blood, the excitement of the chase. The night club.&nbsp; “Life is good” she thinks, or at least better than being locked up.&nbsp; First the metro station for her bag and gear, then home for a nice long shower, nap and something to eat.&nbsp; “I need a car” she thinks, “what good is a driver without a car”.&nbsp; She wasn’t mad about having to ditch the eclipse, it was stolen and a liability with the cops looking for it. She was more disappointed that she didn’t have two cars, but she knew deep down that if things went according to plan, she would have a fleet of cars at her disposal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 21:02:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6945765#msg6945765">Quote from: Healergirl on 19-09-2012, 14:19:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On a yacht with Mari and Emily<br>Changing plans</strong><br><br>A quick glance at Emily changed everything.&nbsp; She was still, very still.&nbsp; Going into a coma?&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; Susan crab-slid sideways, scooted ober her prone form to face where the intruder was hiding, and gently peeled back&nbsp; one of&nbsp; Emily's eyelids, checking her pulse as well.<br><br>"I don't know who you are, but go ahead and do what you're gonna do, I'm busy, and she's in no shape to do anything but bleed."&nbsp; A slightly raised voice directed in the direction of the intruder.&nbsp; A clear carrying tone, but not quite her combat voice.&nbsp; Not quite.<br><br>She continued in a softer tone, but still loud enough for the intruder to hear.&nbsp; "Hey, hey, c'mon.&nbsp; Stick with me, I know you're tired,&nbsp; know you want to sleep, you can't, not yet, that bastard conked you a good one."<br><br>All the while thinking <em>This is insane, this is nuts, but everybody heard that cannon Nix's sniper was using, that Barrett should have blown her head off.</em>&nbsp; Susan's .380 was so temptingly close, but in a closed bag.&nbsp; Leave it, forget it, gunfire wouldn't save them this time.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That's good, and what about you? Are you bleeding yet? If you don't wanna start, Put your hands in the air and put your head up." Mari cheeped around the corner with her Mac10 ready to smear both girls over the boat's deck in a bloody pulp. The Princess makeup from her costume was smeared and dissolving from the salt water, combined with the sadistic expression she got when she was hunting her prey, this made her look like some sort of demonic entity. Meanwhile the Swimsuit, clinging tightly to her dripping wet body, and the bridal gloves and Tiara from the costume, combined with the gun and tactical gear, made her look like a fallen angel wreaking vengeance on the mortal world. "You're in luck, I haven't decided if I should kill you two or not. Good news is my duty to Nyx ended when you put a bullet in his brain. Bad news is I have my own plans for you, and it involves sending a very bloody message to your employer. Nothing personal, but you only need one person for that, or even half a person. <em>Tá bom?</em>&lt;got it?&gt;" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 21:26:34</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On a yacht<br>With Mari and Emily</strong><br><br>"She's not the shooter."&nbsp; Susan believed what she was saying with all her heart.&nbsp; "Somebody bashed her on the head.&nbsp; Look I was at the estate, I'm a street doctor."&nbsp; Oh God, it was her, it was Jaguar Woman.&nbsp; "I was tending to Cherry, one of the catfighters from that cluster fuck at the pitfights.&nbsp; Nix is paying me, dammit!" Susan's face had been pale, now she was trying to flush.&nbsp; Fear and desire were swirling in her mind.&nbsp; Oh God, all that animal fury aimed right at her... and Oh God, she looked good, damn she looked good.<br><br>Which was a hell of a thing to think about somebody on the edge of killing you.<br><br>"You heard that cannon, Nix's guy was using a .50 cal rifle of some sort, the shooter would have been blown off the boat if he'd been hit.&nbsp; I know this woman, she called me for help, I answered.&nbsp; She's mixed up in this, sure, but look at her head, somebody smacked her a good one.&nbsp; It was the shooter, it had to be.&nbsp; It's her boat, sure, he hijacked it and her."&nbsp; More desperately.&nbsp; "She's a nice person, much nicer than you and me, no way is she mixed up in this!"<br><br>And Jaguar Woman only needed one of them.&nbsp; Didn't mean that the one who lived would be let go.<br><br>Stress can do odd things to the mind, which was probably why she had a flashing vision of the deadly insanely animal hot Brazilian killer pinning her to a bed, the sound of tearing cloth in her ears as her shirt was torn off, struggling futilely as her hands were tied behind her back with her own bra.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 21:55:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Listening</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily's hearing was returning more: she could listen.&nbsp; Think; in a fuzzy, blurred kind of way.&nbsp; Susan didn't know she'd done it?&nbsp; Well...well...well...that was right.&nbsp; How would she know?&nbsp; Just cos Emily was here... </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And the other.&nbsp; The other voice - a girl's voice, but aggressive.&nbsp; With a gun, by the sound of it.&nbsp; Better not even try to move, just yet.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Why did the girl want to send a message to her employer?&nbsp; Did she know it was Don Michele?&nbsp; How?&nbsp; Nobody was supposed to know...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Oh...it hurt too much...for now...Susan would take care of it...</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 21:59:46</strong>
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				<strong>Kelli Morris<br>Making her way Home</strong><br>"You on foot? Take pictures or it didn't happen! And I think you're on the TV, but don't worry, I'd record it for you!"<br>The text from Lori was mostly clear, and Kelli received it while walking. She was already calling the number she'd got last night.<br>The man on the other side was a mechanic, and it was a used cars shop. The address wasn't far, either, and almost on her way to the trailer.<br>The only issue was that whoever had picked the name, had called it "88 cars". Which was an ominous name, some people might think.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 23:11:22</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>On a boat motherfuckers<br>Playing with her food.</strong><br><br>"I heard two gunshots, one came from the water, the Other was Nyx's man. And here we are, two bullets, two bodies. I'll admit I'm surprised she's still breathing, but maybe she's just lucky?" Mari gives another wicked grin. "Also..." Mari pointed her gun's muzzle to the rifle barrel hanging off the roof of the boat where Emily had left it when she fell. "Yeah, either you are stupid, or your are lying to me. Neither are good reasons not to shoot somebody." Mari points the gun back at Susan and slowly circles around, coming in closer to pick up the phone that Emily drooped. "I wonder if our friend here can help us figure out what's going on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 23:32:22</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On the yacht<br>Secure in the strength of her delusion</strong><br><br>"Nobody is that lucky!"&nbsp; Susan said flatly&nbsp; ".50 call, if it hit her head hard enough to gash the skin like that, her brains would be oozing out of her ears and nose."&nbsp; She wasn't moving, other to clasp her hands behind her head, she hadn't moved since the intruder came into view.<br><br>"I wish she could.&nbsp; She'll be in and out of the edge of awareness for a while, I don't think she'll pass out, go deep in a coma.&nbsp; I did have time, some time to work on her before you stuck your nose in."<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 00:06:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Keeping quiet</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily found her awareness coming back bit by bit... </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The belligerent woman was guessing wildly; she had no idea, really.&nbsp; Hadn't realised Emily had fired a burst of three...hadn't any great loyalty to Nix...wanted to know 'what was going on'.&nbsp; Talking about sending a message to their employer but didn't know who that was...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Had she seen the rifle just then?&nbsp; It suggested a third person, more than anything, but she hadn't realised...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">A chancer, then?&nbsp; Someone who'd change sides?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Anyway Emily was going to lay still and quiet while the chancer discovered her phone was seriously password-protected.&nbsp; Then...well she reckoned the chancer was well outgunned by Susan, since whatever the bluster it looked like the guns were done with, and now it was a thinking woman's game...</span><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 08:04:34</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>On a boat motherfuckers<br>Playing with her food.</strong><br><br>Fustrated that she was unable to crack the password she held out the phone in one hand and presented it to Emily, Keeping her gun pointed at Susan. "I want you to call your boss for me. Tell him what happened. I'm sure he'll be glad to know Nyx is dead."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 08:57:04</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Trying not to get shot up</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Damn, she'd hoped to stay out of it for longer.&nbsp; But it didn't feel like a good idea to antagonise this woman, who sounded slightly crazy!&nbsp; Emily looked up.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Oh!&nbsp; Hello!" it was the blonde from the pool.&nbsp; Was it?&nbsp; Emily tried to take in her weird appearance and disentangle the person from her weird getup.&nbsp; She looked crazy as well!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Oh sure," she took her phone, feeling dazed and intimidated.&nbsp; "I don't know if she'll take a call at this time though.&nbsp; I only have her work phone as she hates it if people bring work into her private life."</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily tried to raise a smile for this voluptuous, sexy it had to be acknowledged, but crazy girl,&nbsp; How old was she?&nbsp; It was hard to tell!&nbsp; She opened her phone and dialled Rebecca's old number.&nbsp; It hadn't answered for years,&nbsp; Anyway Don Michele's number was too disguised to be identified, being a labelled as a utilities company and needing an edit too. She let it ring until she got the autromated message.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"No sorry," she said, trying to sound friendly and disappointed, "she's not answering.&nbsp; Why do you want her though?&nbsp; Maybe we can help?&nbsp; You were at the party weren't you, looking after the children?&nbsp; I'm Emily."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 13:28:42</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On a boat with mari and Emily<br>Trying not to face reality</strong><br><br><br>Susan kept motionless on her knees with hands behind her head.&nbsp; Her face had dropped into her blank combat mask.<br><br><em>Emily recognizes Jaguar Woman.&nbsp; From the party.&nbsp; Emily was at the party.&nbsp; Emily was the shoo-&nbsp; No.&nbsp; No she wasn't.&nbsp; Don't even think it.&nbsp; But that woman in the catwoman getup, the one with the nice thighs, very kissable thighs.&nbsp; Emily has very nice kissable thighs&nbsp; It wasn't her it wasn't her.<br></em><br>"Look, Emily didn't set this boat in motion."&nbsp; Said with a calm she didn't feel, not at all.&nbsp; "Not with that head wound, she didn't.&nbsp; There was somebody else aboard, and now that person is gone."&nbsp; But she didn't believe that Emily was innocent anymore.&nbsp; Not completely.&nbsp; She wanted to, by all that was holy, she wanted to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 16:42:29</strong>
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				<strong>Emiily</strong><br><strong>On the deck</strong><br><strong>Trying to work it all out</strong><br><br><br>Emily felt Susan react - but to what?&nbsp; And why was she trying to say Emily didn't set the boat in motion?&nbsp; She hadn't been at the party, had she?&nbsp; What was it to do with her?<br><br>Hmm, maybe ignoring the crazy girl's mention of Nix hadn't been the best way to play it?<br><br>And now she thought about it...hadn't Susan said something about Nix being her employer or something?&nbsp; Or had she dreamed that?<br><br>It was hard to work anything out with her head hurting so much.&nbsp; Was Susan on her side, or the bad guys' side? And what exactly did the crazy girl want?&nbsp; Apart from to shoot something or somebody!!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 10:13:18</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>On a motherfucking boat<br>Talking sense</strong><br><br>"You keep talking about this 3rd person, but I haven't seen any evidence for that. Where did this person go, and what hit miss bloodyhead here. I heard two gunshots, and now I see one corpse, one wounded person, and two guns. That's all I need to know what happened here. It's just Occams razor cutting away the bullshit." She unclips a folding knife from her tactical harness and flicks it open. "Now what I don't have an explanation for is what you are doing here. All you been doing is babbling nonsense like you got something to hide. You better start talking sense or it'll be <em>my</em> razor cutting out the answers next." She grins, evidently pleased with herself for making such a highbrow reference.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 11:49:29</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily </strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Trying to save Susan and do her duty</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">A KNIFE? Jesus Christ this crazy girl was going to cut them or stab them?&nbsp; In cold blood!&nbsp; Talking about razors too?&nbsp; Was she going to disfigure Susan? Maim her? Slash her?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Whatever, Emily was NOT going to say anything about The Family to this unknown ex Nix employee; Don Michele would absolutely not want that!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Anyway the girl didn’t know it but she’d just - as the young guys at the café liked to snigger - brought a knife to a gunfight.&nbsp; She’d ignored Emily and focussed on Susan, who seemed so much more dangerous, and taken a hand off her gun… </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily was finding the adrenaline had banished her pain and daze.&nbsp; She reckoned from her training she could have her pistol drawn and aimed, in her current position, in about 700 milliseconds.&nbsp; The girl couldn’t start reacting for 100 milliseconds, leaving her 600 to switch her focus, take a new aim one-handed and pull the trigger.&nbsp; A girl with a girl’s wrist, and a heavy, unweildy gun. It weighed over six pounds even without the suppressor and clip.&nbsp; She couldn’t do it.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily made herself not rush it.&nbsp; Her trainers had gone on about her natural speed.&nbsp; ‘Don’t force it,’ they’d said, ‘let your natural coordination do it not your mind.’</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily reached behind her, pulled her pistol out and aimed it at the middle of the girl’s face.&nbsp; She didn’t have time to cock it, but it wasn’t a heavy action anyway.&nbsp; Now:</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Her training was to shoot.&nbsp; Not say anything: that would be a distraction and slow you down. Put the aim on the object and fire; unless the object froze instantly and completely.</span><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 14:28:33</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On a boat withe Mari and Emily<br>Where too much is happening too fast</strong><br><br>"What am I doing here?"&nbsp; Susan was a bit incredulous.&nbsp; "I"m dripping wet!&nbsp; I swam out to the boat because Emily called me and told me she was hurt!"<br><br>And then Emily shocked the shit out of her.&nbsp; <em>Where the hell did she get that gun?&nbsp; <strong>Why</strong> does she have that gun?</em><br><br>Later, later, getting through Now alive was the important part.&nbsp; She tenses in a different way than before, takiing just a bit of her weight off her knees and back n her toes, getting ready to launch herself&nbsp; at the intruder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 12:52:42</strong>
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				<strong>Emily, Susan, and the definitely-not-virgin Mari<br>On the boat<br>Negotiating or killing each other</strong><br>Time slowed almost to a crawl, as it does in tense situations. Everybody present was familiar with the phenomenon of tachypsychia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tachypsychia) although not all could name it by this world.<br>Mari was temporarily distracted when Emily started pulling her gun. She almost managed to do that, before the Brazilian could react.<br>However, Emily's estimation of Mari's wrist was dead wrong. The girl was as strong as most men, and stronger than many. Unlike herself, she was used to hard physical labour, and the gun didn't really slow her hand.<br>It still didn't leave enough time for a normal person - but while only having an average level of strength compared to a male, Mari had the reflexes of "a mongoose on coke". Or at least that's what a colleague of her official father had called her during training.<br>Her SMG swung, slowly due to their slowed perceptions, and arrived to the line tying her to Emily, fractions of a second earlier. However, she also could see that the thin girl had pointed towards her left breast. Shooting right now could get her shot as well!<br>Her father had used quite the strong methods to get in her head that you don't shoot in this situation. Not unless there's really no other way.<br>Mari squinted, and started talking, just as Susan was coiling for a tackle.<br>Time was still slow, but not quite as slow as split-seconds ago.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 09:40:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6955375#msg6955375">Quote from: Isobel on 21-09-2012, 11:49:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily </strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Trying to save Susan and do her duty</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">A KNIFE? Jesus Christ this crazy girl was going to cut them or stab them?&nbsp; In cold blood!&nbsp; Talking about razors too?&nbsp; Was she going to disfigure Susan? Maim her? Slash her?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Whatever, Emily was NOT going to say anything about The Family to this unknown ex Nix employee; Don Michele would absolutely not want that!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Anyway the girl didn’t know it but she’d just - as the young guys at the café liked to snigger - brought a knife to a gunfight.&nbsp; She’d ignored Emily and focussed on Susan, who seemed so much more dangerous, and taken a hand off her gun… </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily was finding the adrenaline had banished her pain and daze.&nbsp; She reckoned from her training she could have her pistol drawn and aimed, in her current position, in about 700 milliseconds.&nbsp; The girl couldn’t start reacting for 100 milliseconds, leaving her 600 to switch her focus, take a new aim one-handed and pull the trigger.&nbsp; A girl with a girl’s wrist, and a heavy, unweildy gun. It weighed over six pounds even without the suppressor and clip.&nbsp; She couldn’t do it.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily made herself not rush it.&nbsp; Her trainers had gone on about her natural speed.&nbsp; ‘Don’t force it,’ they’d said, ‘let your natural coordination do it not your mind.’</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily reached behind her, pulled her pistol out and aimed it at the middle of the girl’s face.&nbsp; She didn’t have time to cock it, but it wasn’t a heavy action anyway.&nbsp; Now:</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Her training was to shoot.&nbsp; Not say anything: that would be a distraction and slow you down. Put the aim on the object and fire; unless the object froze instantly and completely.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Mari<br>In some timey wimey retacon thing<br>Retroactively not murdering people</strong><br><br>Mari saw movement coming from Emily and turned her head just in time to stare down the barrel of her silenced .22 pistol. Dropping the knife, which landed point down between her legs, she kept her own gun pointed straight at Susan, Mari's toned body locked into place like a classical statue. Her Bronzed flesh looking so much like actual bronze. After a few seconds of tense silence she spoke. "Nice BB gun" Mari grins as she stares Emily down. "Still think she's not the shooter?" She broke the staring contest for just a moment glancing back at Susan for just long enough to make eye contact without disturbing the tactical balance between her and Emily. Once her gaze returned to Emily she frowned as if deep in thought for what seemed like an eternity. Then Mari's expression slowly turned into a smile as little gears worked in her head. "Well I guess you guys definitely aren't Cartel. They usually use more guns and leave less witnesses. You're not ugly enough to be Russians, and you're too white to be Triads. That just leaves the Italians. Well, unless Nyx was also on the Girl Scouts Of America's hit-list." She chuckles tastelessly at her own joke once more. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, I got no beef with the Don... Unless you want to start now that is." She gave a smile that suggested she'd be perfectly happy either way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 11:51:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the deck,</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Negotiating</strong></span><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Misunderstanding?&nbsp; Well she HAD dropped the knife…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“To be honest it is a bit small,” Emily was referring to her pistol; she realised there was no disguising herself as an innocent interior architect from the party.&nbsp; A silenced .22 wasn’t a girl’s self-defence weapon, it was a gun for killing the unwary and making your escape.&nbsp; “Though it does kill alright, when you aim it.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily kept the gun up, and moved it very slightly to aim, unwavering, at the girl’s left eye.&nbsp; It was a demonstration of skill and experience that she knew the girl would recognise.&nbsp; She didn’t mind the banter, as long as she had the respect.&nbsp; The girl was aggressive, but the hostility was fading out; things looked better.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So, I don’t kill anyone for fun.&nbsp; I just want Susan out of your line of fire, please.”&nbsp; Emily reinforced her unaggressive attitude with a smile.&nbsp; “Then I’m not telling you anything, apart from I do have connections you wouldn’t want to fall out with, and we all go our separate ways, OK?&nbsp; Whoever YOU are, we don’t care.&nbsp; We can drop you off.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Susan, move a bit, a couple of feet, then we can all relax and lower our weapons I think.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She gave the girl a look over: she was pretty amazing; quite tall, bronzed, and voluptuous, yet lean. Brazilian?&nbsp; In that bikini it was hard not to wonder what she’d be like in bed.&nbsp; Crazy sexy, it looked like!&nbsp; The smeared makeup and tiara had Emily longing stupidly to clean her up.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I’m Emily, anyway, and this is Susan.&nbsp; Maybe we should have a cup of tea, before you go?”&nbsp; </span><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 14:02:25</strong>
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				Susan Cochrane<br>On the deck<br><strong>Trying not to get shot, and fighting brain-lock</strong><br><br>Susan didn't move a muscle, except for her eyes.&nbsp; She stayed in place, kneeling on the deck with hands behind her head,&nbsp; But her eyes were glued on Emily.&nbsp; Not a wise thing to do, she really should have been looking at the intruder, ready to make a hopeless dodge if need be...<br><br>But a silenced pistol?&nbsp; What?&nbsp; a silencer?&nbsp; And Emily knew how to use it, the way she handled the weapon, there was no doubt she was trained.&nbsp; No no.&nbsp; &nbsp;Emily was not the shooter, no, she couldn't be. But thre was nobody else aboard, if the shooter had been blown off the boat, where was the blood?&nbsp; .50 cal's made a mess of what they hit, always.&nbsp; So Emily was the shooter.&nbsp; But that blow to the head, a .50 would have turned her brain to jelly, even a glancing hit.<br><br>Susan tore herself out of her mental loop.&nbsp; "I'm not moving until this-" <em> Insanely hot.</em> ""-woman says I can." <em> Good God, the way she came around like that, even if I'd been ready for her... </em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 19:08:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6973003#msg6973003">Quote from: Healergirl on 25-09-2012, 14:02:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Susan Cochrane<br>On the deck<br><strong>Trying not to get shot, and fighting brain-lock</strong><br><br>Susan tore herself out of her mental loop.&nbsp; "I'm not moving until this-" <em> Insanely hot.</em> ""-woman says I can." <em> Good God, the way she came around like that, even if I'd been ready for her... </em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Mari<br>On a Boat<br>Being Insanely hot.</strong><br><br>"You can move now. But after seeing this girl scout draw on me, makes me wonder if you have any surprises as well. Can I tell you to do other things?" Mari grins and bites her lip, Moving her gun slowly to halfway between the two girls and stepping backwards. Not immediately threatening anybody, but still ready to shoot either of them if things got worse. She then turned her head to address Emily. "I'm kind of lost right now. I was sure the people I was after would Hit Nyx after what happened last night. Maybe if it weren't for you they would have."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 19:26:50</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On her boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Trying to get things back together.</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I have no idea, I'm sorry."&nbsp; Emily wasn't interested either.&nbsp; She'd been told to put Nix to sleep at a party and that's what she'd done; whoever he'd been, he hadn't felt a thing she was pretty sure.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Anyway she didn't think the girl was going to open fire now.&nbsp; She lowered her pistol, feeling the pain return as the tension eased down from lethal.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Meanwhile that was the second time she'd introduced herself to this girl and not had an acknowledgement.&nbsp; She let her smile fade.&nbsp; "Where can we drop you?"</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Oh!&nbsp; The boat was still moving!&nbsp; She got up and sat at the wheel, switched off the autopilot, turned on the lights, and throttled back.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 01:26:27</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On a boat<br>Moving very carefully</strong><br><br>"What do you want me to do?"&nbsp; She was moving very carefully, moving her hands from behind her head, shuffling backwards, keeping her hands in sight.&nbsp; "I have a .380 in that green messenger bag, just so you know."&nbsp; Oh dear God, there was very little she wouldn't do for this, this, dear lord it was hard for her to think.&nbsp; Being so close to death at the hand of jaguar Woman, and it was definitely her from the night of the fight, all that coiled menace and uncoiled animal sexuality aimed right at her and if her shorts were not already dripping wet from the canal, she knew she'd have a wet spot on her crotch, just new it.&nbsp; And she blushed, tried to get her expression under control because the open mouthed wide eyed gaze said more clearly than mere words, Take Me Now And Take Me hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 09:33:23</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>On a Boat<br>Impatient </strong><br><br>Mari stood behind Emely. "Hey, I don't think you got what I meant. I may be after the Cartels, but you <em>did</em> just kill my old boss, and you did it at his child's birthday party. Just because you aren't the one I'm looking for doesn't mean there aren't plenty of people who would pay for your ass right now. I doubt the Don is going to care much about protecting such a clumsy assassin." She pauses for a while to let this sink in. "Now, if you have a better idea, I'm sure we could both benefit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 10:37:07</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In her boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>At the wheel.</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily’s head was hurting more and more.&nbsp; Where was Susan?&nbsp; Susan seemed to be instantly infatuated with this big aggressive girl who thought it was alright to despise Girl Scouts.&nbsp; And now seemed to be threatening her…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And still hadn’t introduced herself.&nbsp; And now was talking to her from behind.&nbsp; Really some time learning manners in the Girl Scouts would seriously have been good for her!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Come and stand where I can see you, or sit,” she said, pointing to the bench alongside her seat. “No I don’t get what you meant.&nbsp; And don’t bother threatening me.&nbsp; We just nearly shot each other and didn’t, so talking about getting me killed by someone else doesn’t make sense does it?&nbsp; I can just as easily mention you to my people and you’ll be the one in deep shit.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So give up this gangster thing, I don’t know why you think it’s impressive, introduce yourself and tell me what it is you want.”</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 16:29:33</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In Emily's boat<br>&nbsp;failing to resist Mari's feral magnetism, but still thinking rationally</strong><br><br>"I'm going to move now."&nbsp; She cautiously rose to her feet, still keeping her hands in sight.&nbsp; With difficulty, she took her eyes off the newcomer and took a close look at Emily.&nbsp; "Sunglasses, light sensitivity will be a problem for you."&nbsp; Her own had managed to stay on her head, she lifted them out of her hair, settled them into place over Emily's eyes.&nbsp; "Better?"&nbsp; She had taken a good look at her friends pupils, both seemed to be reacting normally to bright light.&nbsp; Good.<br><br>"The only one who knows what happened is you."&nbsp; Looking thoughtfully at the bronzed amazon.&nbsp; "I think we should lie low for a while, tie up someplace and think this through."&nbsp; Still not quite admitting even to herself that Emily was a hitwoman.&nbsp; "Whoever set up the hit... this just doesn't feel right. Something might be going on on a deeper level.&nbsp; Look,&nbsp; I'm Susan, this is Emily,&nbsp; tell us your name!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 03:11:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6977202#msg6977202">Quote from: Isobel on 26-09-2012, 10:37:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In her boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>At the wheel.</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily’s head was hurting more and more.&nbsp; Where was Susan?&nbsp; Susan seemed to be instantly infatuated with this big aggressive girl who thought it was alright to despise Girl Scouts.&nbsp; And now seemed to be threatening her…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And still hadn’t introduced herself.&nbsp; And now was talking to her from behind.&nbsp; Really some time learning manners in the Girl Scouts would seriously have been good for her!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Come and stand where I can see you, or sit,” she said, pointing to the bench alongside her seat. “No I don’t get what you meant.&nbsp; And don’t bother threatening me.&nbsp; We just nearly shot each other and didn’t, so talking about getting me killed by someone else doesn’t make sense does it?&nbsp; I can just as easily mention you to my people and you’ll be the one in deep shit.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So give up this gangster thing, I don’t know why you think it’s impressive, introduce yourself and tell me what it is you want.”</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Hey," Mari chuckles "I'm not gonna drop my name to a wisegal, and I don't think I can claim to be impressive after letting my boss die and not killing the woman who did it. You're the gangster here, I'm the one who was supposed to stop you, remember. I'm not gonna let you just run home to your buddies and put me next on the list next, capiche?" She whipped up a crude imitation of an Italian American accent, like a character in a bad movie. Her gun was held behind Emily's back in a relaxed stance. Not exactly pointing it, but still making it clear that she wouldn't let Emily just get away easily.<br><br>"I think I like Susan's idea, But I'm going to have to insist that both of you toss your phones overboard. You can keep your guns but I don't trust either of you not to call for help." If Mari had a phone of her own, it must be really tiny, because her outfit didn't seem to have any room for it. Just four spare Mags for her Mac10 and an assortment of tactical gear strapped to her hips and waist. The Straps and belt did an excellent job of framing her thong clad Brazilian Ass, but left few surprises as to what kind of equipment Mari was packing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 11:10:20</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In the boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Starting to babble a bit</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I’m not calling anybody,” said Emily.&nbsp; She'd probably been sounding a bit bossy; she wasn’t at her best, it had to be said.&nbsp; “I’m just pointing out it’s not in any of our interests to try and sell each other out to one gang or another.&nbsp; If I tell my people about this it’s bad for me and probably bad for Susan as well.&nbsp; If you try and sell me out my people will come after you, and even if you don’t tell us your name you’re not exactly hard to describe are you?”&nbsp; That was a massive understatement: this was a girl people would notice, and remember; even if she wasn’t in a bikini and a tiara…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I’m solid with my people anyway, how much do you think this boat cost?&nbsp; I’ve been with them a long time.&nbsp; But I could do without them knowing you two are here. And so could you.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She turned the boat round and drove it slowly back towards Surprise Lake, feeling a bit lightheaded.&nbsp; She didn’t know anything about all the gangs, so what did she know? Well…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So, anyway,” she continued, “you’re not that old are you?&nbsp; Nix had four bodyguards in suits round him and you were minding the kids by the pool in a princess outfit.&nbsp; And you’re not on about taking us back to his organisation, which I think you would be if you were like a long-term member of his staff.&nbsp; So I reckon you don’t really belong there.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“He gave you no chance to protect him anyway, standing there like that, it was up to the senior protection people to cover the landing stage properly and they didn’t, so it’s nothing you should feel bad about.&nbsp; Anyway I’ve been doing this for six years, it’s no disgrace to be got past, to be honest, I’ve got past a lot of very expensive protection screens.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Anyway so here we are, all together…” she got up, walked to the back of the deck and took the rifle off the roof, not looking at the girl but starting to dismantle it straight away.&nbsp; She fished her special shoulder bag out of a locker and took it all back to the wheel, where she stowed the rifle away, feeding the end of the barrel up the strap.&nbsp; Then she took her pistol and put that in as well.&nbsp; She was a bit dizzy.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“There.” she said. “All gone again.&nbsp; I hate guns.&nbsp; People shoot animals with them.&nbsp; Really we’re a pestilence on all the other species on this planet aren’t we?&nbsp; Not everybody; some people are kind to animals, and are fine just to watch them doing their own thing.&nbsp; But overall…well, nice people are nicer than animals, you could say, and bad people are the worst living thing of all.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“You know women in Africa have over six babies EACH?&nbsp; That means every generation TRIPLES in size, except for all the dyings, the famines, with their cattle screwing up the landscape, people killing all the gorillas and everything that moves.&nbsp; Wild dogs almost gone already… ”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">They were through into Surprise Lake.&nbsp; Emily picked a likely spot and dropped the bow anchor; it was so cool to be able to do that from the wheel. Then without consulting the others beyond an 'excuse me'&nbsp; she palmed the key and went below, closing the hatch after her.&nbsp; A shower, wash the blood off, and back into her normal clothes, then she’d see if Susan had been able to make any headway with her Brazilian beauty.&nbsp; A bit, she hoped.&nbsp; Not TOO much, she also hoped.&nbsp; That was not even trying to be reasonable, if she was honest.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Anyway…how to wash her hair without opening the scab…</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 14:20:06</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat<br>Alonish with Mari</strong><br><br><br><em>Six years?&nbsp; She's been doing this for six years?</em>&nbsp; And the way Emily broke down that rifle...&nbsp; Susan felt very much like she had when she'd been blown out of that Hummer by a mine.<br><br>Mentally and emotionally, anyway.&nbsp; It took her a moment to react about her phone. "My phone is in a small zip bag in that red messenger bag.&nbsp; With my pistol.&nbsp; Take the small bag, turn off the phone if you wish, but please God don't throw it over the side, I'm a street doctor, I switch phones a lot, but that's how people are reaching me for now."&nbsp; She cautiously took a seat in one of the chairs.&nbsp; "Don't mess with anything else in there, that's my major trauma bag, I have to find stuff by touch when I'm working."<br><br>And now she was the full center of the Amazon's attention.&nbsp; Oh, wow.&nbsp; Susan was vaguely amazed that her wet clothes weren't boiling dry just from the heat she was feeling inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 01:31:06</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>On a boat<br>Listening to Emily</strong><br><br>For the most part Mari listened to Emily ramble on. Wondering what was going on in that girl's head. She did however interject when the topic came to firearms. "I love guns, They make lots of noise and kill people I don't like. Animals might be cute, but you can't fuck em, and they taste too good, not to mention look good on you." She grins and then shrugs and finally rolls her eyes as the topic turns back to a lecture on overpopulation.<br><br>Once Emily went belowdecks Mari turned to Susan. "So your a doc right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 12:09:52</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Getting cleaned up</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was handy that the shower was so small: it meant Emily didn’t need to balance.&nbsp; Eventually blood stopped running out of her hair and she was able to wash the rest of herself.&nbsp; Then she got out and leaned again the wall while she dried, patting her head carefully to avoid pulling the scab open and drenching everywhere in blood again.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Well her hair would just have to stay a bit wet; it was warm enough down here at least…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She put her bloodied party costume in the bin and went through to the bedroom to get dressed…sat on the edge of the bed…God, she was tired now…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She lay down on the bed, head on the pillow, thinking she’d drop off instantly; but instead thoughts swirled round in her head.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Susan, who was with that big girl up there not here with her.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Well, they hardly knew each other really.&nbsp; And somebody had to try and control that slightly mad Amazon, didn’t they?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Did the Amazon even know what she wanted?&nbsp; Her reasons for chasing after them didn’t make a lot of sense, really.&nbsp; Did she belong anywhere?&nbsp; It didn’t feel, somehow, as though she had a Family like Emily had…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The Family would come round now, to the apartment; after a job they always did, to spend time with her, congratulate her, and explain how the world was a better place…it made her feel so good.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Home.&nbsp; She wanted to be home, really.&nbsp; She’d like to take Susan home.&nbsp; Or Chrissie.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She must get back to Chrissie.&nbsp; Comb that long hair, teach her things…if not self-defence then something…or look up some judo on youtube and wing it…those robes they wore to do judo, with the big belt…JUST the big belt holding it closed…suppose she told Chrissie you only wore the robe, with nothing underneath?&nbsp; At that age, she might believe her…what was that throw they did, right over the top?…a sacrifice?…yes, that was it…and just say it went a bit wrong and Chrissie didn’t go all the way over but instead landed right on top of her…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Still dizzy but with a slight smile on her face, Emily finally fell asleep.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 13:55:23</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat<br>Talking to an insanely hot and slightly mad amazon</strong><br><br>"Everybody calls me a doctor."&nbsp; Might as well take the plunge.&nbsp; "But I"m not.&nbsp; I'm an ex-Army Medic.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'm not an alcoholic or drug addict." <em> Hagridden, maybe literally perhaps. </em> "That alone puts me head and shoulders over most Street Doctors.&nbsp; I wasn't dishonorably discharged for incompetence either.&nbsp; That helps even more.&nbsp; I haven't accidentally killed any of my patients, word like that gets around."&nbsp; Susan's head lifted slightly, she seemed to be listening to something.&nbsp; "The shower stopped.&nbsp; Emily's done.&nbsp; We should go down into the cabin.&nbsp; We don't need some nosy type dropping by to say hi as as excuse to see what we're up to at this berth."<br><br>She moved carefully and slowly, carrying her kitbags, making sure Mari could see her hands at all times.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 23:57:05</strong>
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				"That's pleasantly boring for a street doc. Hey, could you look at my bitch later on? She took a bullet to the arm at the fight last night. Nyx's men cleaned it up, but I'm not sure I trust them, esp after today." Mari Smirks before letting her Mac10 dangle in front of her on it's sling, following Susan belowdecks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 01:03:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On her bed</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Fast asleep</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily lay on her right side, having settled there to keep the pressure off the wound on the left side of her head. The thin sheet that covered her had moulded itself to her; it was made of a superfine polyester and had actually cost more than silk, but Emily didn't like the idea of caterpillars being boiled alive just to make a sheet for her.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She lay still, not yet dreaming.&nbsp; Whatever else she was feeling, it wasn't guilt.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 15:20:09</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat<br>With Emily and Mari</strong><br><br>Susan bent low over Emily, not touching her, just watching and listening to the sleeping woman's breathing.&nbsp; She nodded slightly and stepped back, closer to Mari.&nbsp; Closer than she needed to, perhaps.<br><br>"She's asleep.&nbsp; A real sleep, not diving into a coma."&nbsp; The Medic carefully stowed her her bags on a rack.&nbsp; And having nothing else to do, she turned bck to Mari.&nbsp; Who was still very very close.&nbsp; Close enough for Susan to feel her body heat.&nbsp; But than may have been her imagination.&nbsp; Or her hope.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; Now what?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 20:13:03</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Belowdecks<br>Considering things.</strong><br><br>When Susan turned around she saw Mari leveling her gun at Emily's head. Mari stood there like this silently, with a grim expression, for a few moments before finally lowering her gun. Deciding not to kill Emily in her sleep. "She killed a father on his children's birthday party, and then goes ranting about how much she loves animals. I really don't like this woman, there's something seriously wrong with her, but I can't just kill somebody in cold blood. That's not how I was raised." She turns to Susan and speaks softly to avoid waking Emily.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 20:32:39</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat<br>Possibly moving into the lne of fire.</strong><br><br>Susan half raised her hand towards the Ingram. lowered it again.<br><br>"Look, emily is...&nbsp; Well, she has her own way of looking at the world.&nbsp; Something's a bit off about it, but it's how she copes with being what she is."&nbsp; <em>Whatever the hell that is.</em>&nbsp; "Look, don't kill her.&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; Not even when she's awake and healthy, OK?&nbsp; Not unless you really think she is a threat to you. anyway."&nbsp; The medic sighed and rolled her eyes.&nbsp; "Which raises the point of you and me.&nbsp; Are we all right?&nbsp; If you're going to come gunning for me later, well, I don't have much chance if any.&nbsp; I've learned to keep my mouth sut about a lot of things, if that helps any."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 23:18:35</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Still on a boat<br>Explaining herslef</strong><br><br>"&lt;Jesus christ&gt; I just said I don't kill people in cold blood."&nbsp; Mari rolls her eyes and goes back to her regular expression. "And why the hell would I want to kill somebody like you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 00:27:09</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat<br>Cautiously petting a Jaguar</strong><br><br>"I was kinda hoping you'd say that."&nbsp; Susan motioned away from the bed.&nbsp; "Look, lets just step back here, OK?&nbsp; And we can keep it down, let's not wake her up if we can avoid it."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 05:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6994497#msg6994497">Quote from: Healergirl on 30-09-2012, 00:27:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat<br>Cautiously petting a Jaguar</strong><br><br>"I was kinda hoping you'd say that."&nbsp; Susan motioned away from the bed.&nbsp; "Look, lets just step back here, OK?&nbsp; And we can keep it down, let's not wake her up if we can avoid it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong><br>Mari<br>Still on a boat.<br>Purring</strong><br><br>Mari steps away from the bed and flips her hair with an evil gleam in her eye. "What do you have in mind?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 10:42:44</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Feeling a bit of a gooseberry</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily woke up - or perhaps came round would be a better description - to find Susan and the big Brazilian-looking girl standing in the room having some kind of private moment.&nbsp; Why were they here?&nbsp; It was her bedroom, strictly speaking; but anyway she felt she'd be intruding if she stayed.&nbsp; She was feeling quite a bit better, at least.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She walked across into the second bedroom, which she used as a dressing room, trying not to actually brush against the Brazilian, who seemed to be trying to make a move on Susan while attired in a tiara, a submachine gun, and a webbing harness thing draped with ammunition and stuff.&nbsp; Though Susan didn't seem to care!&nbsp; Perhaps it was the other way round even?&nbsp; Emily hoped Susan wasn't being bullied by the bigger girl, but she got the impression Susan could look after herself, one way or another.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily wouldn't have chosen to be naked in front of the Brazilian, to be quite honest, but it couldn't be helped.&nbsp; Anyway it didn't cost anything if she looked, or Susan too.&nbsp; She went through, put on jeans and a top, and went back and through to the saloon, closing the door after her.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She went up on deck, checking that there were no boats hovering around, the anchor was holding and there was plenty of water under them, then retrieved her phone and went back down.&nbsp; Made a snack of wholemeal crispbreads and tomato, drank some water, and checked her phone: no message yet from Don Michele... should she send one?&nbsp; Yes: better reassure him so they wouldn't come looking and find she had company who knew everything!&nbsp; She wasn't sure if Susan would be safe, but the Brazilian would NOT be.&nbsp; And disagreeable though she had made herself - it had to be said - Emily didn't think she deserved what she suspected The Family would do with her.&nbsp; And she herself could do without the hit to her reputation.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">'All OK, as per.&nbsp; At anchor Surprise /nofollow.&nbsp; Home later.'&nbsp; she sent.&nbsp; They could track her phone anyway.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She saw the Facebook email notifications again - Chrissie!&nbsp; She MUST get back to her.&nbsp; Oh and via Google+.&nbsp; She'd better join; well that was something to be doing.&nbsp; </span><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 14:00:32</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emilys boat<br>Feeling somewhat cnflicted</strong><br><br>Emily waking up was a surprise, to say the least.&nbsp; Sort of waking up..&nbsp; She had sort been aware of Susan and Mari's presence, it seemed.&nbsp; And she had gone topside, and that lvoely big bed was empty now.<br><br>No.&nbsp; Susan wasn't going to get wild with another woman in Emily's bed.&nbsp; But that other bedroom was calling her.<br><br>"You know what I have in mind."&nbsp; The medic stepped into the smaller bedroom, backed into it while peeling her still wet t-shirt over her head, folding it before dropping it to the floor, unzipped her shorts skinned out of those, again, folding them before setting them on the floor.&nbsp; Now clad only in a sports bra and panties..... <em>my shoes, where, oh, up in the cockpit, probably.</em><br><br>"You may not trust me enough for this.&nbsp; I'll understand, but we, we have to do something to well,&nbsp; seal whatever kind of deal it is we're making."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 18:05:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On the boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Feeling a bit of a gooseberry</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span><br>Chrissie's Facebook page was just on the URL Emily remembered, and friendship was accepted immediately. Was Chrissie in front of her PC?<br>She also received a text herself. "Thank you! Want to celebrate that deal tonight? Tomorrow if you're tired now?"<br>The process of registering for Google+ didn't take long, either. But meanwhile, she noticed Chrissie had an album entitled "On the beach, with friends".<br>It contained exactly what Emily suspected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 13:42:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In the Saloon</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Online</strong></span><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Christ, Chrissie had left the album Public!&nbsp; Somebody seriously needed to have a word with her about online safety…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There she was, in a bikini - not a tiny one but just a lovely fit on her slender little body - looking totally delicious, with two other girls, also pretty good-looking, and four lads like bees round a honeypot.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There were photos of them all fooling about, burying one of the girls in the sand, running into the sea, Chrissie peeking through her hair, then the other two girls also peeking through either side… and then – Christ – putting sun oil on each other!!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">God!&nbsp; Emily was glad she’d put jeans on, because if she’d been in a robe it would’ve been open…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She saw she’d been made a member of their Circle anyway…that was quite a privilege really.&nbsp; And wow invited to a Hangout.&nbsp; The others had all sorts of pics up as well, some of them from the same day on the beach, by the look of it, and some from other times.&nbsp; Chrissie was Miss Popular in all of them.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was stupid but Emily was a bit jealous of the other kids.&nbsp; And those invitations made her feel a bit anxious too.&nbsp; How old were they?&nbsp; It occurred to Emily that she could just look it up now: Chrissie was just eighteen.&nbsp; She looked younger than that; perhaps because she was small, or just because she smiled so much and seemed so carefree…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The opposite of Susan, in many ways.&nbsp; Not just in hair length.&nbsp; Susan who seemed to be trying to have sex with another woman, right next door.&nbsp; Emily liked to think she was quite tolerant, normally, but if she looked inside herself she had to admit she didn’t like that, one bit.&nbsp; Though anyway, she couldn’t change it, unless she was going to start acting like some prim and bossy old woman.&nbsp; And that wouldn’t stop Susan wanting to, which was the point.&nbsp; </span><br><br><br>Anyway; the text.&nbsp; The Family were pleased!!&nbsp; Thank goodness!&nbsp; It had all been worth it.&nbsp; Easy answer:&nbsp; "Tomorrow, please.&nbsp; REALLY looking forward to it!!&nbsp; Em"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 03:03:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6997341#msg6997341">Quote from: Healergirl on 30-09-2012, 14:00:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emilys boat<br>Feeling somewhat cnflicted</strong><br><br>Emily waking up was a surprise, to say the least.&nbsp; Sort of waking up..&nbsp; She had sort been aware of Susan and Mari's presence, it seemed.&nbsp; And she had gone topside, and that lvoely big bed was empty now.<br><br>No.&nbsp; Susan wasn't going to get wild with another woman in Emily's bed.&nbsp; But that other bedroom was calling her.<br><br>"You know what I have in mind."&nbsp; The medic stepped into the smaller bedroom, backed into it while peeling her still wet t-shirt over her head, folding it before dropping it to the floor, unzipped her shorts skinned out of those, again, folding them before setting them on the floor.&nbsp; Now clad only in a sports bra and panties..... <em>my shoes, where, oh, up in the cockpit, probably.</em><br><br>"You may not trust me enough for this.&nbsp; I'll understand, but we, we have to do something to well,&nbsp; seal whatever kind of deal it is we're making."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Mari<br>In the other bedroom<br>Pouncing on her Prey</strong><br><br>Mari reached down and quickly unbuckled two straps around her thighs simultaneously before moving both hands slowly up her pelvis to Undo her belt, which she carefully lowered to the ground, letting the gun Clack softly on the floor. She then stepped out of her gear and turned to Susan. Her eyes seemed to flash for an instant, like moonlight reflecting off of a Jaguar's eyes in the middle of the night, before she pounced and pushed Susan onto the bed. Tackling herself on top of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 18:54:43</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In the other bedroom<br>Pounced and by Mari</strong><br><br>"Whuf!"&nbsp; Susan hadn't even seen Mari start her move.&nbsp; And she had been watching closely.&nbsp; Well, avidly was a more accurate way to describe her gaze as the Brazilian had started shedding gear.<br><br>"God, you're fast!"&nbsp; And strong, the medic wasn't used to feeling this kind of muscle tone in civilian women.&nbsp; She moved experimentally a disengaging maneuver,&nbsp; Mari flowed with her, keeping the upper hand.&nbsp; The woman had received training, that much was clear.&nbsp; Moved a bit more forcefully, and the woman atop her matched her.&nbsp; Strength wasn't going to do it, then. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 00:03:45</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In the saloon</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Taking a call</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Oh! Her phone had binged.&nbsp; Emily looked at the screen: a message - from Chrissie!&nbsp; What was that?&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">‘Emily can I phone you please?’</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily messaged her number, and almost immediately the phone rang.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Hello Chrissie.” </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh, hello Emily, I hope you don’t mind me asking, so late, I’ve got a bit of a problem…I’ve been so stupid!”&nbsp; Christ she sounded really upset,&nbsp; “…I didn’t know who else to call…my dad wouldn’t understand and my friends wouldn’t know what to do and they’d just think I was such an idiot…”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Chrissie of course you can call me, anytime.&nbsp; What’s the problem?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Well, there’s this guy.&nbsp; He seemed so nice, he wanted to be in one of my circles.&nbsp; He kept asking and asking, I mean like ten times, so in the end I said yes.&nbsp; And then he wanted to message me, and he was so keen, so I let him, and then…he changed.&nbsp; He wants photos of me!”&nbsp; There was a desperate-sounding pause.&nbsp; “In a nightie!&nbsp; He says if I don’t send him one, he’ll photoshop some of my photos in my album so I look nude!&nbsp; And put my head on another girl so I look like a girl having sex!&nbsp; And then he’ll put them up on sites, so everyone can see!&nbsp; He says millions of people will see them in the first day!”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily heard Chrisse choke back a sob.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“And then he wanted my email, and said if I didn’t give it to him I’ll have to cam!&nbsp; I don’t know what to do!”&nbsp; Emily heard a huge gulp as Chrissie tried not to burst into tears.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh Chrissie! Don’t worry.&nbsp; Where are you?&nbsp; I’ll come and get you and we’ll sort it out.&nbsp; There’ll be ways; things we can do.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I’m home.”&nbsp; Emily knew where that was.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK Chrissie I’ll come and pick you up.&nbsp; Clear it with your dad, OK?&nbsp; Sign off then don’t go online at all.&nbsp; Bring your laptop and we’ll go back to my place and sort it all out.&nbsp; OK?&nbsp; Don’t worry.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Strictly speaking Emily could do whatever she could do perfectly well at Frank’s house.&nbsp; But the temptation was too strong.&nbsp; God, the urge to save Chrissie was incredible!&nbsp; Save her, protect her, and then console her; in a way Emily certainly could NOT do in front of Chrissie's father…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily ran up on deck.&nbsp; Started the engines, hoisted the anchor, and set off for the marina.&nbsp; Susan and her Brazilian piece could finish there perfectly well.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Not waiting for the engines to warm she opened the throttles wide and felt the boat lift up onto the plane.&nbsp; 700hp.&nbsp; &nbsp;At 44 mph it wouldn’t be long before she was in the M3; and she wouldn’t be waiting for that to warm up either.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 20:00:49</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Down Below<br>Staying on top of Susan.</strong><br><br>Mari was experienced in staying on top of people, and she was able to use the movement of the boat to her advantage. Grabbing at Susan's wrists she let her breasts dangle over the other woman's and guided her knee between Susan's thighs. "Sorry, I only have one speed. Slow is boring."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 20:26:52</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Down below<br>Moving a lot, but fighting.... not so much.<br>&nbsp;</strong><br><br><br>That knee was just what Susan wanted.&nbsp; Her leg opened just a bit more, her feet planted flat on the bed.&nbsp; An anchor as she lifted her hips, ground them slowly against Mari's leg.&nbsp; She was dimly aware that the boat was moving, but didn't care at all.&nbsp; &nbsp; Having her hands pinned to the bed was doing something in her head.&nbsp; Those dangling breasts brushing hers... the way Mari's hard nipples were dragging over her soft skin....Susan lifted her head toward Mari's mouth open, silently begging for a kiss.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 00:32:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In her boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On her way to Chrissie</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She had to slow for the narrow channel at the top of Surprise Lake, then she was out into Biscayne Bay and could open the throttles again.&nbsp; If she was honest it wasn't really incredibly urgent, whether she got there in twenty minutes or thirty, but it SEEMED urgent!&nbsp; Poor Chrissie!&nbsp; It could be so scary, she knew, the feeling of being targeted by some unknown, aggressive and malevolent man.&nbsp; Well, Emily knew how to find out stuff, even if she didn't know to start with. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And to be honest she did just like speed!&nbsp; Ripping over the water with the engines at maximum.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">This would be about internet addresses, or something.&nbsp; An address that could be traced, with the right resources.&nbsp; Then...he could be stopped.&nbsp; Stopped.&nbsp; She had never done a job that The Family hadn't asked for, but if ever there was a time...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There were there already.&nbsp; Emily thottled back to steer into the marina, navigated to her berth, reversed in and tied up.&nbsp; Gathered up her stuff, took the key and stepped onto the quay.&nbsp; Susan would make sure it was left in a reasonable state, and she could come back and close it up properly tomorrow.&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 09:23:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7020080#msg7020080">Quote from: Healergirl on 04-10-2012, 20:26:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Down below<br>Moving a lot, but fighting.... not so much.<br>&nbsp;</strong><br><br><br>That knee was just what Susan wanted.&nbsp; Her leg opened just a bit more, her feet planted flat on the bed.&nbsp; An anchor as she lifted her hips, ground them slowly against Mari's leg.&nbsp; She was dimly aware that the boat was moving, but didn't care at all.&nbsp; &nbsp; Having her hands pinned to the bed was doing something in her head.&nbsp; Those dangling breasts brushing hers... the way Mari's hard nipples were dragging over her soft skin....Susan lifted her head toward Mari's mouth open, silently begging for a kiss.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Struggling will only make it worse, hold still and it will all be over soon." Mari Grinned and gazed into Susan's eyes with her insane expression. The kiss would come eventually, but not just yet. The boat bounced on a wave and Mari compensated by pressing her weight down onto Susan. The two girl's breasts pressing together as there legs intertwined. Both girl's panties and bikini bottom were both still damp with salt water, and a bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 16:03:06</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat in bed with Mari<br>Loosing her mind</strong><br><br>"Guh!"&nbsp; A wordless grunt as Mari came down oh her, pinning her to the bed.&nbsp; There was just so much of her, so much to feel, to touch, to taste.&nbsp; Susan shifted her head just a bit, gave Mari a long slow lick along a collarbone, followed it up with kisses, sucking kisses, and not gentle ones either.&nbsp; There was a scritching sound as her nails curled against the sheet, a softer sound as her hips moved against the bed, trying vainly to scrape her panties down and off, not having a lot of luck with that at all.<br><br>Mari Just would not kss her, and that was driving her nuts faster than anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 20:59:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7028184#msg7028184">Quote from: Healergirl on 06-10-2012, 16:03:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat in bed with Mari<br>Loosing her mind</strong><br><br>"Guh!"&nbsp; A wordless grunt as Mari came down oh her, pinning her to the bed.&nbsp; There was just so much of her, so much to feel, to touch, to taste.&nbsp; Susan shifted her head just a bit, gave Mari a long slow lick along a collarbone, followed it up with kisses, sucking kisses, and not gentle ones either.&nbsp; There was a scritching sound as her nails curled against the sheet, a softer sound as her hips moved against the bed, grying vainly to srapce her panties down and off, not having a lot of luck with that at all.<br><br>Mari Just would not kss her, and that was driving her nuts faster than anything else.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari enjoyed the leverage that not kissing Susan brought. Relishing it, she rubbed her knee against Susan's inner thighs even harder. Conspiring with her to try and rub the panties off via friction, most of which went instead straight into Susan. Causing the soaking wet panties to rub into susan, but not making any real progress removing them. "You'll get your kiss, but you gotta earn it first bitch. Make it worth my while."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 22:15:26</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat in bed with Mari<br>Loosing her mind</strong><br><br>"How!"&nbsp; It was a gasped demand.&nbsp; There was a whimper in it, but dammit, what was she supposed to do to earn a kiss with her hands pinned?&nbsp; Well, the question did have an answer.&nbsp; Their legs were tangled together...&nbsp; Susan shifted, both her feet flat on the bed and lifted one leg up, sliding her thigh right up against Mari's sex, and oh God she could feel the other woman's heat.<br><br>That wasn't helping her state of mind.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; But moving her leg... Mari started moving with her.&nbsp; Jaguar Woman's eyes were still hot... but in a slightly different way.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 18:00:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7021228#msg7021228">Quote from: Isobel on 05-10-2012, 00:32:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In her boat</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>On her way to Chrissie</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She had to slow for the narrow channel at the top of Surprise Lake, then she was out into Biscayne Bay and could open the throttles again.&nbsp; If she was honest it wasn't really incredibly urgent, whether she got there in twenty minutes or thirty, but it SEEMED urgent!&nbsp; Poor Chrissie!&nbsp; It could be so scary, she knew, the feeling of being targeted by some unknown, aggressive and malevolent man.&nbsp; Well, Emily knew how to find out stuff, even if she didn't know to start with. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And to be honest she did just like speed!&nbsp; Ripping over the water with the engines at maximum.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">This would be about internet addresses, or something.&nbsp; An address that could be traced, with the right resources.&nbsp; Then...he could be stopped.&nbsp; Stopped.&nbsp; She had never done a job that The Family hadn't asked for, but if ever there was a time...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There were there already.&nbsp; Emily thottled back to steer into the marina, navigated to her berth, reversed in and tied up.&nbsp; Gathered up her stuff, took the key and stepped onto the quay.&nbsp; Susan would make sure it was left in a reasonable state, and she could come back and close it up properly tomorrow.&nbsp; </span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Chrissie was already expecting her at the front door. In her hand, she had a small suitcase - probably one of her dad's - which seemed like it could contain a laptop. She waved at Emily as soon as she noticed the car, and ran towards her.<br>"I'm so glad you're here!", she blurted out. "I had no idea what to do, like, at all! I can't even tell my brother... if he hears at all, he'd probably kill the guy!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 01:16:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In Miami</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>With Chrissie!!!</strong></span><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Aliright Chrissie!” God Emily so wanted to touch her!&nbsp; She was looking so beautiful, with that hair, skin, eyes; so small and slender and worried!&nbsp; &nbsp;But Emily made herself keep her hands off Chrissie and on the wheel, and set off.&nbsp; “You’re not the only one, lots of girls get caught out like that,&nbsp; We’ll take care of this guy, don’t worry!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">”Yes don’t worry about my head either, that was just a knock on the boat, thank you though.”&nbsp; Emily had to smile at her; what a totally sweet girl!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And as for Sam killing him…Emily didn’t dare get onto that subject!&nbsp; Though it was a last resort anyway; she had to find out a bit about all this first.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She found herself driving fast, using the power off the lights just to feel empowered. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">They got to her apartment block quickly; she parked and ushered Chrissie into the lift, then showed her into her penthouse apartment.&nbsp; Chrissie was wowed by it all over again; well it was set up to showcase the interior architect prowess of Emily's firm, and it was pretty cool.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK Chrissie would you like a drink? Something soothing like a gin and pineapple juice?&nbsp; What would you like?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Bring your laptop over and shown me what’s been going on.&nbsp; Then we’ll do a bit of research and you’ll see how once we get our minds working on it, it won’t seem so bad.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She made the drinks and indicated the huge sofa, where they could sit next to each other and both see the screen.&nbsp; Well...the sofa was far too deep for a small girl to sit back in it.&nbsp; She'd have to fold her legs under, and lean a bit sideways...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">As Chrissie started opening her case, Emily couldn’t stop herself hoping stupidly that there might be some overnight things in it.&nbsp; Or just a toothbrush, ideally.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 18:34:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7046490#msg7046490">Quote from: Isobel on 10-10-2012, 01:16:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>In Miami</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>With Chrissie!!!</strong></span><br><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Aliright Chrissie!” God Emily so wanted to touch her!&nbsp; She was looking so beautiful, with that hair, skin, eyes; so small and slender and worried!&nbsp; &nbsp;But Emily made herself keep her hands off Chrissie and on the wheel, and set off.&nbsp; “You’re not the only one, lots of girls get caught out like that,&nbsp; We’ll take care of this guy, don’t worry!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">”Yes don’t worry about my head either, that was just a knock on the boat, thank you though.”&nbsp; Emily had to smile at her; what a totally sweet girl!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">And as for Sam killing him…Emily didn’t dare get onto that subject!&nbsp; Though it was a last resort anyway; she had to find out a bit about all this first.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She found herself driving fast, using the power off the lights just to feel empowered. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">They got to her apartment block quickly; she parked and ushered Chrissie into the lift, then showed her into her penthouse apartment.&nbsp; Chrissie was wowed by it all over again; well it was set up to showcase the interior architect prowess of Emily's firm, and it was pretty cool.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK Chrissie would you like a drink? Something soothing like a gin and pineapple juice?&nbsp; What would you like?</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Bring your laptop over and shown me what’s been going on.&nbsp; Then we’ll do a bit of research and you’ll see how once we get our minds working on it, it won’t seem so bad.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She made the drinks and indicated the huge sofa, where they could sit next to each other and both see the screen.&nbsp; Well...the sofa was far too deep for a small girl to sit back in it.&nbsp; She'd have to fold her legs under, and lean a bit sideways...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">As Chrissie started opening her case, Emily couldn’t stop herself hoping stupidly that there might be some overnight things in it.&nbsp; Or just a toothbrush, ideally.</span><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Alas, it was really her father's case, it seemed. The only things in it were cables, a set of screwddrivers, and the laptop. Seems like he used to work on the laptop?<br>"I'd rather have a chair, miss Emily, if you don't mind", Chrissie was looking around. "I'm so tense right now, I can't calm. Can I just watch what you're doing?"<br>And she looked at Emily with her big, pleading eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 00:28:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>At home</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Trying to save Chrissie</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">“Of course you can sit in a chair Chrissie, take that one or that, whichever you like.&nbsp; I'm going to be on the sofa so you won’t really be able to see what I'm doing, but I’ll just tell you, no problem.”&nbsp; Emily smiled at the young girl, thinking she must be in a bit of a state!&nbsp; &nbsp;She took Chrissie's laptop and </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">put it on the network, then handed it back.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">“OK to start with you use your laptop and make all your albums private, OK?&nbsp; He can still see them with being in the circle so that won’t make him do anything.&nbsp; While you’re doing that I’ll do some research on my laptop.”&nbsp; She smiled at Chrissie some more, hoping to reassure her, and started googling.&nbsp; &nbsp;She</span></span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"> had been thinking of showing Chrissie how to google her way out of trouble, but clearly she wasn't in a condition to learn anything!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily started with ‘internet identity’, found something useful-looking on the third page, and set off.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Twenty minutes later she had two plans worth trying.&nbsp; She looked up, seeing Chrissie having finished and now just sitting, watching her, still looking transfixed.&nbsp; If only Emily could cuddle her!&nbsp; Anyway…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK Chrissie, what we have to do is get the guy’s IP address; that’s a set of numbers which is basically like his phone line for the internet.&nbsp; That the first step, and he’s made it easy by asking for your email, cos every email contains your IP address in what they call the header. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So go onto Yahoo and make yourself an account.&nbsp; Call it Chrissie something, OK?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily carried on with her own research.&nbsp; Hmmm.&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; Well, if the guy was stupid, they might get lucky…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Chrissie was finished.&nbsp; “OK now send the guy an email from Yahoo and then we wait for him to send you an email back.&nbsp; Just a very short message, like ‘OK he<span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">re is my email, you won’t use my photos will you?</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">’</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">”It's safe because even if he knows about email headers he'll get my IP address not yours."&nbsp; It only took a minute.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright now pass me your laptop so when he replies I’ll read it not you.&nbsp; You don’t need any more scares from him, and it won’t scare me.&nbsp; Then you’ll see, we’ll start hunting and scaring HIM!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“How’s your drink, ready for a top-up?&nbsp; Or a bite to eat?&nbsp; Have you eaten this evening?”</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 09:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7029239#msg7029239">Quote from: Healergirl on 06-10-2012, 22:15:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat in bed with Mari<br>Loosing her mind</strong><br><br>"How!"&nbsp; It was a gasped demand.&nbsp; There was a whimper in it, but dammit, what was she supposed to do to earn a kiss with her hands pinned?&nbsp; Well, the question did have an answer.&nbsp; Their legs were tangled together...&nbsp; Susan shifted, both her feet flat on the bed and lifted one leg up, sliding her thigh right up against Mari's sex, and oh God she could feel the other woman's heat.<br><br>That wasn't helping her state of mind.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; But moving her leg... Mari started moving with her.&nbsp; Jaguar Woman's eyes were still hot... but in a slightly different way.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The two women stayed like this for what seemed like days as Mari teased and grinded against Susan without relenting. Eventually she transferred one of Susan's arms to her other hand, freeing up the other to explore the rest of her body. It went first for her Cheek, holding Susan's face as Mari examined it with her predatory gaze, as if sizing the other woman up. Her hand then moved down her throat, fingers tracing along the vulnerable parts, before settling on the breasts, which she gave a quick squeeze. "Man, I wasn't planning on catching something like this today. I guess I just got lucky." Mari snarked, as if Susan was some kind of game animal she had just caught.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 12:44:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7051991#msg7051991">Quote from: Isobel on 11-10-2012, 00:28:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>At home</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Trying to save Chrissie</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">“Of course you can sit in a chair Chrissie, take that one or that, whichever you like.&nbsp; I'm going to be on the sofa so you won’t really be able to see what I'm doing, but I’ll just tell you, no problem.”&nbsp; Emily smiled at the young girl, thinking she must be in a bit of a state!&nbsp; &nbsp;She took Chrissie's laptop and </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">put it on the network, then handed it back.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">“OK to start with you use your laptop and make all your albums private, OK?&nbsp; He can still see them with being in the circle so that won’t make him do anything.&nbsp; While you’re doing that I’ll do some research on my laptop.”&nbsp; She smiled at Chrissie some more, hoping to reassure her, and started googling.&nbsp; &nbsp;She</span></span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"> had been thinking of showing Chrissie how to google her way out of trouble, but clearly she wasn't in a condition to learn anything!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily started with ‘internet identity’, found something useful-looking on the third page, and set off.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Twenty minutes later she had two plans worth trying.&nbsp; She looked up, seeing Chrissie having finished and now just sitting, watching her, still looking transfixed.&nbsp; If only Emily could cuddle her!&nbsp; Anyway…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK Chrissie, what we have to do is get the guy’s IP address; that’s a set of numbers which is basically like his phone line for the internet.&nbsp; That the first step, and he’s made it easy by asking for your email, cos every email contains your IP address in what they call the header. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So go onto Yahoo and make yourself an account.&nbsp; Call it Chrissie something, OK?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily carried on with her own research.&nbsp; Hmmm.&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; Well, if the guy was stupid, they might get lucky…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Chrissie was finished.&nbsp; “OK now send the guy an email from Yahoo and then we wait for him to send you an email back.&nbsp; Just a very short message, like ‘OK he<span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">re is my email, you won’t use my photos will you?</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">’</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">”It's safe because even if he knows about email headers he'll get my IP address not yours."&nbsp; It only took a minute.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright now pass me your laptop so when he replies I’ll read it not you.&nbsp; You don’t need any more scares from him, and it won’t scare me.&nbsp; Then you’ll see, we’ll start hunting and scaring HIM!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“How’s your drink, ready for a top-up?&nbsp; Or a bite to eat?&nbsp; Have you eaten this evening?”</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Chrissie sat at the chair, and looked very intently at Emily's work. She felt...stiff was the best word.<br>"Yes, mi... Emily." "Sure, Emily!" "That's fascinating, Emily!"<br>The little one seemed to understand the IP business, but have never thought to use it.<br>"Ah... food", Chrissie smiled weakly. "I knew I was forgetting something today!"<br>Well, at least she had enough forces left to try and joke...<br>"Wouldn't want to inconvenience you, Emily. You're already doing me a great favour! I don't know how I could ever pay you back..."<br>The girl still seemed unsure of herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2012, 00:50:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily<br>At home<br>With Chrissie<br></strong><br></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily smiled at the nervous young girl, who was looking a shadow of the girl she’d known on the boat and the carefree girl on the beach, with all her confidence taken away by that bastard: “Don’t be silly Chrissie of course I’m going to look after you, it’s nothing honestly.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily took Chrissie’s laptop through to the kitchen while she rustled up an avocado salad and crisped a couple of brown rolls, then went back through, gave Chrissie the plate and took her&nbsp; laptop over to the sofa. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The guy was pretty swift; in only another ten minutes there was his reply: he was still chasing photos of Chrissie in a nightie, otherwise he was going to do his photoshopping.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily looked at the header for his IP address…there it was: 103.11.140.32</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She put it into an IP tracer site: Singapore!&nbsp; Oh, but it was a proxy server...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Hmm, well Emily didn't know how to get past that.&nbsp; It put him out of physical reach, realistically speaking.&nbsp; Plan B then; perhaps that was for the best really.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright Chrissie, here it is: the man is using a thing called a proxy server, which hides his original IP address.&nbsp; Anyway so he can’t be traced, by me right now anyway; unless maybe we hire a hacker or something.&nbsp; Which I could do and I would but the first thing is just to call his bluff.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily gave Chrissie her laptop back; the message wasn’t especially threatening and it was the launching point for Chrissie’s fightback.&nbsp; It was important that she did it herself.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So now you’re going to reply, but with my words, OK?&nbsp; So you can see that the internet is all about words and that means you’re as big and strong as anyone. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“What’s happened is that he’s used terror to stop you thinking clearly about it.&nbsp; What he has is just some pictures of you in a bikini, OK?&nbsp; Nothing rude or exposing, just what anyone on that beach would’ve seen.&nbsp; Now he wants more.&nbsp; More.&nbsp; What he has isn’t enough because it needs a lot of work, and if he’s photoshopping he could just as easily use a model’s head to superimpose on a sex pic, and there are sites full of stock photos of models.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK?&nbsp; So he doesn’t want beach pics he wants nude pics, that he can use as they are.&nbsp; That’s what he’s going to ask for next, obviously, then who knows, camming, getting off, whatever.&nbsp; He does NOT want to do a lot of work.&nbsp; That’s just a threat.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So you say ‘no’ and he’ll give it up.&nbsp; If he doesn’t then, well, you can’t get the pictures back, so that’s it anyway, you can’t do anything about it now.&nbsp; You can only make it worse by sending him anything.&nbsp; You see that don’t you?&nbsp; Anything more that you give him he’ll just use against you again to get something more out of you.&nbsp; One step at a time.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So we bail now.&nbsp; OK? Ready?&nbsp; Type this:&nbsp; ‘I am not Chrissie I am a friend of her family.&nbsp; I have money and lawyers.&nbsp; I can pressure the proxy server owners to give you up or pay a hacker to trace you.&nbsp; Then with your name and home address my lawyers will advise the police that you are a sex criminal and there is probably child pornography on your computer.&nbsp; Deleting it won’t save you from their forensics, your life will be destroyed: prosecutors will threaten you with 40 years and your lawyer will tell you to plea-bargain for 5 to 10.&nbsp; That will happen if we hear from you again, or if any lewd picture appears that involves her in any way whatsoever.&nbsp; Yes, if somebody else does what you have threatened, you are badly out of luck.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright Chrissie?&nbsp; See the power you have after all?&nbsp; Send it then.&nbsp; OK?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily gave her a smile.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>14-10-2012, 15:13:35</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat<br>WIth Marik being teased out of her mind.</strong><br><br><br>"Nnnngggkkk."&nbsp; She was...writhing, that was a good word.&nbsp; Writhing undre Mari, not trying to get free, not trying to defned herself.&nbsp; Her had had tilted back even more at the touch n her throat, her lips parting to reveal grited teach, and that slow slow trip down t oher breasts?&nbsp; She was beyond words, her only sounds were hssing breath between her teeth, and little gasps as Mari squeezed her, shifted her touch, and the Brazilian had moved, just a little, enough so that the Medic's rolling hips just could not get the right angle of contact.<br><br>Not that she really needed anything that subtle.&nbsp; Every patch of skin in contact with Jaguar Woman felt like it was wreathed in pleasant flames.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 21:14:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7066347#msg7066347">Quote from: Isobel on 14-10-2012, 00:50:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Emily<br>At home<br>With Chrissie<br></strong><br></span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily smiled at the nervous young girl, who was looking a shadow of the girl she’d known on the boat and the carefree girl on the beach, with all her confidence taken away by that bastard: “Don’t be silly Chrissie of course I’m going to look after you, it’s nothing honestly.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily took Chrissie’s laptop through to the kitchen while she rustled up an avocado salad and crisped a couple of brown rolls, then went back through, gave Chrissie the plate and took her&nbsp; laptop over to the sofa. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The guy was pretty swift; in only another ten minutes there was his reply: he was still chasing photos of Chrissie in a nightie, otherwise he was going to do his photoshopping.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily looked at the header for his IP address…there it was: 103.11.140.32</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She put it into an IP tracer site: Singapore!&nbsp; Oh, but it was a proxy server...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Hmm, well Emily didn't know how to get past that.&nbsp; It put him out of physical reach, realistically speaking.&nbsp; Plan B then; perhaps that was for the best really.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright Chrissie, here it is: the man is using a thing called a proxy server, which hides his original IP address.&nbsp; Anyway so he can’t be traced, by me right now anyway; unless maybe we hire a hacker or something.&nbsp; Which I could do and I would but the first thing is just to call his bluff.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily gave Chrissie her laptop back; the message wasn’t especially threatening and it was the launching point for Chrissie’s fightback.&nbsp; It was important that she did it herself.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So now you’re going to reply, but with my words, OK?&nbsp; So you can see that the internet is all about words and that means you’re as big and strong as anyone. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“What’s happened is that he’s used terror to stop you thinking clearly about it.&nbsp; What he has is just some pictures of you in a bikini, OK?&nbsp; Nothing rude or exposing, just what anyone on that beach would’ve seen.&nbsp; Now he wants more.&nbsp; More.&nbsp; What he has isn’t enough because it needs a lot of work, and if he’s photoshopping he could just as easily use a model’s head to superimpose on a sex pic, and there are sites full of stock photos of models.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK?&nbsp; So he doesn’t want beach pics he wants nude pics, that he can use as they are.&nbsp; That’s what he’s going to ask for next, obviously, then who knows, camming, getting off, whatever.&nbsp; He does NOT want to do a lot of work.&nbsp; That’s just a threat.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So you say ‘no’ and he’ll give it up.&nbsp; If he doesn’t then, well, you can’t get the pictures back, so that’s it anyway, you can’t do anything about it now.&nbsp; You can only make it worse by sending him anything.&nbsp; You see that don’t you?&nbsp; Anything more that you give him he’ll just use against you again to get something more out of you.&nbsp; One step at a time.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So we bail now.&nbsp; OK? Ready?&nbsp; Type this:&nbsp; ‘I am not Chrissie I am a friend of her family.&nbsp; I have money and lawyers.&nbsp; I can pressure the proxy server owners to give you up or pay a hacker to trace you.&nbsp; Then with your name and home address my lawyers will advise the police that you are a sex criminal and there is probably child pornography on your computer.&nbsp; Deleting it won’t save you from their forensics, your life will be destroyed: prosecutors will threaten you with 40 years and your lawyer will tell you to plea-bargain for 5 to 10.&nbsp; That will happen if we hear from you again, or if any lewd picture appears that involves her in any way whatsoever.&nbsp; Yes, if somebody else does what you have threatened, you are badly out of luck.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Alright Chrissie?&nbsp; See the power you have after all?&nbsp; Send it then.&nbsp; OK?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Emily gave her a smile.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Chrissie had accepted a drink, and seemed to loosen up while sipping it. Of course, she probably wasn't that used to alcohol, so it would have stronger effect on her, Emily knew.<br>She just nodded obediently while Emily was typing. "Yes, Emily! That sounds great! You're so confident... how can you be so sure he's not going to call the bluff?"<br>Anyway, she hit "send" and closed the laptop, looking back at the hitwoman.<br>"Here, Emily! Thank you so much. But what do I do if someone gets to me outside of Internet? I mean, I know you can deal with them, but I'd never know what to do if a man's got a gun... or even just a man that wants to hurt us!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 09:19:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7069175#msg7069175">Quote from: Healergirl on 14-10-2012, 15:13:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On Emily's boat<br>WIth Marik being teased out of her mind.</strong><br><br><br>"Nnnngggkkk."&nbsp; She was...writhing, that was a good word.&nbsp; Writhing undre Mari, not trying to get free, not trying to defned herself.&nbsp; Her had had tilted back even more at the touch n her throat, her lips parting to reveal grited teach, and that slow slow trip down t oher breasts?&nbsp; She was beyond words, her only sounds were hssing breath between her teeth, and little gasps as Mari squeezed her, shifted her touch, and the Brazilian had moved, just a little, enough so that the Medic's rolling hips just could not get the right angle of contact.<br><br>Not that she really needed anything that subtle.&nbsp; Every patch of skin in contact with Jaguar Woman felt like it was wreathed in pleasant flames.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari pressed her weight down on Susan's hips to stop her legs from moving around. Pressing in hard between her thighs. She then took her free hand and brushed it softly against Susan's breast. Tracing her fingers along the edge of the woman's sport Bra. "&lt;You really lost it haven't you, you're just a bitch cat in heat now.&gt;" She muttered to herself in her native language as she gave the right breast a little squeeze, her fingertips inching there way inside for half a second as she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 15:30:06</strong>
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				S<strong>usan Cochrane<br>One Emily's boat<br>With Jaguar woman, controlled by Jaguar woman.</strong><br><br>Susan didn't understand a word of that... but she didn't have to.&nbsp; Amusement, confidence, desire, all those emotions the Brazilian wasn't even rying to hide.<br><br>Susan wasn't even trying to control herself anymore.&nbsp; Her hips lifted and ground against the leg tight against her, she arched her back at the s\teasing touch so briefly under her bra... She might have, would have cursed if she'd had the presence of mind.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 02:32:57</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">To HG and AK-47</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>That part of the story moves to this thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151939.0) now.</em><br>Please, continue from the post-coital scenes.<br>I guess it's early in the morning of 2nd of August, although you're free to decide you wouldn't need the whole night &gt;:)!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 18:26:49</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>Drinking in her preferred bar<br>Evening of August 1st</strong><br>Malaya was looking at her drink. A couple guys who knew her were in the bar, but both knew she shouldn't be bothered when in this mood.<br>That was when the phone rang. The guy calling her was known simply as "Butterfly" among the Filipino community. Most thought it was because he loved the balisong.<br>She knew better.<br>"Mali", he called her. Not many people could call her that, but he was an old friend. "Just woke up from my trance. Please, tell me you haven't been there last night?"<br>She knew he was talking about the scheduled illegal fights.<br>No, she hasn't been there. They had a catfight, but to get in this tournament, you had to have a sponsor. She didn't.<br>Granted, it wouldn't be a good idea talking about this on the phone, but there were two considerations.<br>One, he wasn't using anything that a speech detector could recognize.<br>Second, he was really, really good with computers. She doubted that the DEA could listen to <em>his</em> phone. But maybe she just didn't know enough. After all, the Butterfly - called that because he could fly somewhere, steal data, and get away unnoticed - was obviously prudent.<br>But before she could answer, the old TV had the news interrupting the regular broadcasting. The volume was turned down, of course, but she could see the "Sniper attacks in Miami Beach during birthday party" sub-titles running under the picture of Nix.<br>She knew he was a rich guy from the Dixies. He used to organise illegal fights. Rumour was, he was the one that got some Brazilians angry last night. Everybody expected a retribution, but he had decided to show his house is his castle indeed - by running his kids birthday party as expected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 19:49:23</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Emerging from La Mar<br>A beach near Malaya's preferred bar.</strong><br><br>Like Venus emerging from the sea, Mari waded up to the shore and strode out of the orange tinted waves lit by the setting sun still cracking through the rows of condominiums. It was late and there weren't many people swimming at this hour, just some homeless kids picking through trash that the day's tourists had left on the beach. Mari's sudden arrival, combined with her sexy body and confidant strut, startled them and they stared at this woman as if she was some kind of ocean goddess visiting to the world of men on some divine mission.<br><br>Mari noticed the children as well, but simply continued walking. She used to hang out with kids like this back in Rio, it reminded her of home more than anything, but she had work to do. Right now all she had was the Tiny blue and white bikini clinging to her curves. Her weapons and gear had been discarded at the bottom of the Canal when she made her escape from Isobell's boat. And she was now without weapons, money, a phone, or even shoes.<br><br>None of these things were strictly necessary for Mari however. She had a knack for using what she had to get what she wanted, and as she climbed the stairs from the beach to the boulevard she spotted a bar. Walking up to the doorman she put on her best face and worked her magic.<em> "Hey, I was swimming and some asshole stole my things. Can I please use the house phone?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 03:36:44</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At her preferred bar<br>Talking on the phone and watching tv</strong><br><br>Unlike her friend who had risen from his trance, Malaya had not quite recovered from last night’s trip. She was tired and irritable, but conscious, mostly. She had been debating about visiting her happy chemical haven again when Butterfly called. It had been a few days since Malaya spoke with him last, but that wasn’t uncommon. Butterfly could get as involved with his computer as she could on the street. He did like to check up on her from time to time. She could only smile when Butterfly seemed to be concerned for her safety and well-being. He would be happy to suggest the best new thing to lace into a drink or virus to bring a corporate network to its knees, but illegal pit-fights seemed not to sit well with him. <br><br>Unfortunately for Malaya, she didn’t fight last night, or the night before. A lack of sponsorship to get into the new tournament had radically reduced her paychecks and her stash. She was going to need to find a job, a fight, or a new contact soon to make life a little bit more pleasant. <br><br>She sighed into the phone, about to admit her lack of fighting defeat to&nbsp; Butterfly, when she saw Nix’s face plastered up on the tv. She recognized him, even in her present hazy state of being, she knew Nix. He had orchestrated some good fights and had a lot of money, but apparently the rumors about the Brazilians were true: they finally got him. Malaya knew Nix had a thing for being flashy and rich. It might be a good move to stay away from Nix and his crew for a while. The last thing she needed to deal with was an angry Brazilian. <br><br>After a moment of staring up at the news report, the perfectly manicured reporter popped back on the screen with a practiced smile and moved onto other crimes in the Miami area. Malaya suddenly remembered that she had phone pressed against her ear as she vaguely recognized Butterfly trying to talk to her. “Hey, sorry ‘bout that. Saw sumthin on tv,” Malaya apologized, returning to glass for taste. “But, to answer your question—nuuuh, there’s not been much happening out here, sadly. It’s been pretty boring. How ‘bout you? Doing anything fun these days?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 08:04:21</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In Malaya's preferred bar<br>Talking on the phone and looking to score</strong><br><br>Maria made it past the doorman easily. Unfortunately for her, getting to the phone and placing a call without attracting attention would be much harder for somebody in her state. Mari however did not seem to mind being watched, and only gave a token effort to hide her phone conversation. She didn't mind if everyone thought she was discussing something clandestine, in fact she preferred it that way. As long as nobody heard the specifics, or anybody who did was significantly intimidated into minding there own business, it didn't matter that they knew.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Comment: Senses 3 stealth 2 talk on the phone quietly: Result: 1, 3, <strong>4+2</strong>: Only one success. Beat that with a Senses: notice roll to hear what Mari is saying. &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42092)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Hey, It's me again, Sorry about the boss, The shooter wasn't Brazilian, nope, some white chick, too pretty to be russian, looked like a fucking girl scout, she had some kind of accent, European maybe? Anyways, her boat's number was [Number goes here], and no I let her go because you hired a lookout not a fucking hitwoman, I don't want any beef with the girl scout mafia. If you don't wanna shell out extra cash I've finished the job you paid for, Look it's not my fucking problem anymore okay." *CLICK*</div></div></div></div><br>When the conversation was over, Mari hung up the phone rather violently and strutted over to the bar, reaching for a nonexistent purse. She then made a frustrated expression and sat down a few seats over from Malaya, crossing her legs suggestively and trying to figure out who best to try getting a drink out of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 23:16:46</strong>
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				<strong>Kat<br>In a bar near the beach<br>Waiting for an informer</strong><br>Kat looked at the barman and thought for the n-th time her appointment was going to be late.<br>She had recently bought a guy from the Dixie mafia to give her a quick run-down of the situation in the city. He had mentioned a possible job, and information. The bar here was a good one, not likely to attract either Latino Kings nor Aryan Bros, so they had settled on it.<br>And then she got a text saying only "gonna be late, big trouble, watch the news. U8 4 me".<br>The news said an important figure within the Dixie mafia has been shot by a sniper. Last night, there has been a shoot-out in some store, and some Brazilians and a couple Italians, blacks and WASPs have been found dead. Rumours on the street said a Brazilian Cartel was swearing revenge.<br>Was a war brewing among the different mobs?<em><br>And if it was, was that a good or a bad thing for the normal people?</em><br>At that point, she blinked, then had to blink again.<br>A half-naked Latina had just entered through the door, and mesmerized the bouncer into letting her use a phone. Why didn't she have to pay? The guy probably wanted to try his luck with her - granted, she was nearly stunning...<br>Her conversation was a short one. Then the gal went to a chair, sit down as if she owned the place, and started looking at some other Latina. Did she hope she'd get a drink out of it?<br>If the other girl was into women, she probably would... although some waitress approached her at this exact moment, and handled her some kind of a cock-tail. The Latina looked briefly to the door, for some reason.<br>Her appointment was still going to be late. Kat could easily see that even if he was out of suspicions, she'd still have to wait for him. And if he was, he could easily pass the night talking with very resolute cops. But still, he had promised to come, so she wasn't losing hope. Besides, the bar looked as good a place as any to spend the night. At least for normal people. A couple men were looking at herself, probably due to her figure if their glances were telling her anything. At least one of them was collecting his courage in liquid form, too - or was just a drunkard, despite being in the middle of his twenties.<br>An woman who looked tall, white, blond, and probably rich, was in the process of getting drunk, laughing too high at the jokes of a Latino guy. He seemed cool, and had just taken her hand and holding it to his heart. Whatever they were talking about, she could only guess, but it looked theatrical.<br>A few couples were dancing. A couple men, a black and a white one, were arguing something in a corner, and the white's body language was getting aggressive. She couldn't see the door from where she was seated, although anyone entering would have to pass through a place in her field of vision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 02:47:46</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At her preferred bar<br>Talking on the phone and watching tv<br>Soon after Nix's death</strong><br>"Fun things are either illegal, immoral, or make you gain weight", he joked. "And that's cool. I was just afraid you might catch lead poisoning... Christ, what's going on with this city? I don't remember that much shooting since I was following the Iraq war's news. Anyway."<br>The guy was following his own newsfeed, it seems.<br>"Anyway, care for a drink? I've got someone who wants to talk to you. Says he's got a job in your competences, and found me on FB. Ah, he also said he's your fan!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 03:08:56</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In a randomly chosen bar<br>Talking on the phone and looking to score</strong><br>Before she had to try, a drink arrived. <br>"Sex on the beach", the waitress said, putting it in front of her. "Look to the door!"<br>The bouncer who let her in waved and smiled, before looking at the room again.<br>There was the latina gal she was looking at, who seemed bored and looked at her apprehensively.<br>An woman who looked tall, white, blond, and probably rich or being often in contact with rich people, was in the process of getting drunk, laughing too high at the jokes of a Latino guy. He seemed cool, and had just taken her hand and holding it to his heart. Mari couldn't make out what they were talking about.<br>Another white gal, slim and toned, was looking back at her, it seemed. A couple men were looking at her, probably due to her combining being petite and sporting an hourglass figure, with inky black hair and electric blue eyes. At least one of them was collecting his courage in liquid form, too.<br>A few couples were dancing. A couple men, a black and a white one, were arguing something in a corner, and the white's body language was getting aggressive. This probably explained why the bouncer didn't try to put the moves on her immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 20:35:05</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Sitting at the bar<br>Relying on the kindness of others</strong><br><br>Mari took the glass and spun around on her chair, uncrossing her legs at the bouncer with a smile before downing the glass and observing the possible fight in progress. Almost immediately seeming to forget about the man who just let her in and bought her a drink.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Comment: Senses 3 notice 3 : what are they fighting over : Result: 3+2, <strong>6</strong>, <strong>5+1</strong>, 2: Two Successes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42229)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 03:50:52</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Sitting at the bar<br>Relying on the kindness of others</strong><br>Mari heard a snippet of conversation, but the Spanish words that both of them are mixing in don't help her comprehension. The black guy has ripped off the other, it seems... whether it was his ass or his money that got ripped is up for interpretation. The black guy was still trying to avoid the fight, it seemed.<br>Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the bouncer closing in on them, but somewhat hesitantly. And then the white girl also started closing with one of them, and said something the Brazilian couldn't hear. The girl had a drink in her hand, but her movements suggested confidence, not intoxication, Mari couldn't help but note.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 10:39:59</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>Sitting at the bar<br>Watching the show unfold.</strong><br><br>Mari sipped her drink and leaned forward on the barstool, watching and waiting for the fight to start in ernest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 15:49:09</strong>
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				<strong>Kat<br>In bar<br>Creating a show of her own</strong><br><br><br>"Gimme a drink, I have a fight to deal with." Kat growled at the bartender.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was a fight. She was itching for one, but she had other things to do. She reluctantly shrugged of her jacket, and pulled the zip down the front of her catsuit revealing an edge of creamy skin. She smiled as it looked like the guy on his liquid courage was about to collapse from heart failure. The girl watching her, smiled too as her drink became available, Kat grabbed it and headed off towards the two morons. <br><br>As she neared them, she flashed them both a pretty smile and deliberately stumbled, landing against the slightly angry one, spilling some of her drink down her cleavage. He would be made of stone not to notice. <br><br>"I'm sorry!" she cooed and giggled as both men now stared at her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:53:54</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At her preferred bar<br>Talking on the phone and watching tv</strong><br><br>“Nuh. Lead poisoning definitely isn’t fun and not my thing,” Malaya chuckled, taking a swig from her drink as Butterfly jumped to the new headlines. “I know, right? Seems like everyone’s getting lead poisoning these days.” Her gaze returned back up to the tv, reading the rolling credits at the bottom about the shooting, but it was all the same information. <br><br>She down the remaining of her glass and glanced to either side of her, taking a quick survey of those sitting next to her as she listened to Butterfly’s proposal. She needed some cash, and a job would be her ticket to a much better weekend. “I hope the fan isn’t too crazy. I could use the cash, and I could always use another drink.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 20:53:28</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At her preferred bar<br>Talking on the phone and watching tv</strong><br>Nothing new is coming from the TV. The usual programme resumed as they were talking, mentioning the police refuses comments. If anyone is surprised by this, people around you are hiding it very well indeed!<br>"Fine", the answer came. "I got him on FB chat. See you in an hour at Giuseppe's, okay?"<br>Then Butterfly hanged in, not waiting for her to answer. She had agreed already, and that's where they took people they didn't know. Nice, Italian food, slow overworked waitress, multiple exits - perfect for meeting people you might want to avoid later in the evening. <br>The name was enough to tell her what Butterfly thinks about the fan.<br><br>*** (Almost an hour later, as soon as she arrives) ***<br><br>The fan is tall, blond, pale, carries sunglasses, and talks with a Southern accent. Neither of these manages to hide quite so well the fact that he's almost not old enough to be here.<br>He might have even used a fake ID at the door, for all you know. But at least he ain't showing visible agitation...well, at least not visible aggression.<br>"I'm glad to meet ya, ma'am", he greets you, raising from his chair and extending you his hand.<br>"I took the liberty to order some Spaghetti for myself, because I don't know anything else from this food. And I'm ravenous. Hope you don't mind? Seems like she's forgotten my order anyway, or something!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 00:59:33</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At her preferred bar<br>Leaving for Giuseppe’s</strong><br><br>The phone went silent. Malaya smiled. “Giuseppe’s, huh?” she said quietly to herself, already mentally preparing for what could become a very exciting evening. Malaya slipped away from the bar to the restroom to spruce up a little before her impromptu dinner date.<br><br>A few minutes later and a modest amount of makeup, Malaya appeared remarkably refreshed and ready to take on the world. Luckily, Giuseppe’s wasn’t terribly far away; it only took two bus transfers and half block walk to get to the little Italian hole-in-the-wall. Service was lousy, but it had everything she and Butterfly would need to meet a new client. <br><br>Malaya walked into the restaurant and quickly spotted Butterfly and the new fan. Malaya walked over the table wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket to easily conceal her butterfly knife. She accepted the southern man’s hand and gave a firm hand shake as the man greeted her. “Likewise,” Malaya greeted in return before the fan announced that he had already ordered something to eat. Malaya knew by this place’s standards—it would be good long time after the food was ordered before it would arrive. “Don’t mind at all, order all you want” Malaya assured as she took a seat. She gave a small chuckle, “The food’s always worth the wait, but that just gives us plenty of time to talk.” A small smile creased her lips, “So, what brings you here, Mr. …?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 03:45:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7306544#msg7306544">Quote from: KatKwik on 30-11-2012, 15:49:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat<br>In bar<br>Creating a show of her own</strong><br><br><br>"Gimme a drink, I have a fight to deal with." Kat growled at the bartender.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was a fight. She was itching for one, but she had other things to do. She reluctantly shrugged of her jacket, and pulled the zip down the front of her catsuit revealing an edge of creamy skin. She smiled as it looked like the guy on his liquid courage was about to collapse from heart failure. The girl watching her, smiled too as her drink became available, Kat grabbed it and headed off towards the two morons. <br><br>As she neared them, she flashed them both a pretty smile and deliberately stumbled, landing against the slightly angry one, spilling some of her drink down her cleavage. He would be made of stone not to notice. <br><br>"I'm sorry!" she cooed and giggled as both men now stared at her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari noticed the girl with the catsuit show some cleavage, and did a little double take as she saw her spill her drink. No way that was a mistake. Mari then finished her drink and placed it on the bar, Now devering all attention to the evolving drama.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 00:39:04</strong>
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				<strong>Kat<br>In bar<br>Creating a show of her own</strong><br>&nbsp;Mister Angry's eyes were now following the trail of liquid down Kat's cleavage with a wolfish grin on his face. She handed her drink to the other one and curled her small frame closer to Mister Angry, ready to act if needs be as she moved him away.<br>"Oh! Boys Let's play nice." she cooed again, feeling Mister Angry visibly relax and focus on her. She had been strategically moving him towards the the exit, not that he was complaining...<br>The couple of invectives he threw over his shoulder at the other guy didn't count. Although "making his ass like the British flag" was probably a phrase to be remembered. Still, he let himself being manoeuvred towards the exit. The bouncer simply stared at her as they passed him, and the other guy waved them good-bye.<br>Outside, the cool nice breeze had the opposite effect on the guy. He tried to slip a hand to follow the trail the liquid had left, anyway.<br>"If you're security... I'm all for this new style", he whispered in her ear while trying to push her towards some parked cars. "And if you aren't... I still like your style, you know! Hey", he added, as if only now remembering it, "what's your name?"<br>Then, of course, he intensified his efforts to get in the shade and grab her tits. Obviously, not knowing her name was a mere detail!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 00:43:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7319889#msg7319889">Quote from: AK47 on 03-12-2012, 03:45:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mari noticed the girl with the catsuit show some cleavage, and did a little double take as she saw her spill her drink. No way that was a mistake. Mari then finished her drink and placed it on the bar, Now devering all attention to the evolving drama.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Not only then, she created quite the show! Cooing and swooning, she dragged away the angry guy - he was only too willing to let himself be dragged, one might have noted - and they disappeared in an exit shortly.<br>The other guy giggled and waved to the bouncer, who has had nothing to do in this case. He seemed visibly relaxed, downing his glass in one go, before heading towards an exit - another exit, Mari could note.<br>The people in the place mostly resumed their usual entertainment, now that it seemed unlikely anyone could start shooting or throwing glasses and bottles near them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 00:55:05</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At her preferred bar<br>Leaving for Giuseppe’s</strong><br>He giggled as a boy who has planned something naughty.<br>"Just call me Jamie, please! And would you believe me if I told you I wanted to meet you?"<br>Then he leaned forward and his face seemed to grow serious.<br>"Fine. Sure, I wanted to meet you, but I've got a job, too. I want two guys beaten to get a lesson. One of them is selling stuff where it's not his job to do so, the other one is his bodyguard. I don't care if the bodyguard lives, although you'd get a bonus if he does, but I want the other one alive. He needs a lesson. You think you can handle it?"<br>He waives to a waitress, although it's not sure she notices him.<br>"Whatever your answer", he adds almost as an afterthought, "the dinner's on me tonight!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 00:47:22</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>With her new fan</strong><br><br>Malaya couldn’t help to wonder if Butterfly had found her a new stalker. This guy seemed all too excited for this sort of business deal. Then again, he was her fan. She wondered if she had ever seen him before… maybe at one of the tournaments or on the streets. Malaya decided let the idea drop for a moment and focus back on the job at hand which now included a free dinner. “That’s nice of ya,” she noted curiously with a smirk, watching the waitress for a moment before returning her gaze back to Jamie. “I’m pretty sure I can help you out. Where do these guys hang out at? And what do they look like and do they got a name?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 03:11:24</strong>
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				"I can do better than names", he answers, handling Malaya a picture. "Everybody's on Facebook these days...and accepts friendships unconditionally!"<br>Butterfly hums at that. He looks disgusted with the idea people might have such a low online security.<br>"They're regulars at "Hoy Como Ayer" bar at Calle Ocho. I hear they make pretty good Mojitos, too..."<br>The shot actually shows two men in a bar, dancing with a couple girls. They're well-dressed, and the shot might well be from the bar's FB page. Or maybe they have been <em>that</em> stupid and put it on their own FB walls.<br>"They're also selling at Weston. Which is where I don't want them, simple as that! The guard, Diego, carries a gun everywhere. He's rumoured to be a crack shot; more like average, if you ask me, but whatever.&nbsp; Ramirez, the seller, has less muscle, but don't let it fool ya, he's mean with fists and doesn't hesitate pulling a trigger! Not saying he's a good shot; just giving you the picture!"<br>He stops and takes a swig from his glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 19:49:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7324819#msg7324819">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 04-12-2012, 00:43:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Not only then, she created quite the show! Cooing and swooning, she dragged away the angry guy - he was only too willing to let himself be dragged, one might have noted - and they disappeared in an exit shortly.<br>The other guy giggled and waved to the bouncer, who has had nothing to do in this case. He seemed visibly relaxed, downing his glass in one go, before heading towards an exit - another exit, Mari could note.<br>The people in the place mostly resumed their usual entertainment, now that it seemed unlikely anyone could start shooting or throwing glasses and bottles near them.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari frowned and rotated he chair back to face the bar, looking down at her now empty drink disapointedly. She wasn't ready to find out how to get home just yet, but there didn't seem to be anything happening right now anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 18:18:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7324802#msg7324802">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 04-12-2012, 00:39:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat<br>In bar<br>Creating a show of her own</strong><br>"If you're security... I'm all for this new style", he whispered in her ear while trying to push her towards some parked cars. "And if you aren't... I still like your style, you know! Hey", he added, as if only now remembering it, "what's your name?"<br>Then, of course, he intensified his efforts to get in the shade and grab her tits. Obviously, not knowing her name was a mere detail!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Kat <br>In the Car Park<br>Evading Mister Angry’s advances.</strong><br><br><strong>"Security? Indeed!" </strong> She mumbled while she worked on a plan.<br><br>Kat was never a thinker, she acted on impulse and this was yet another example of getting herself into stupid situations. Mister Angry wasn’t giving up that easily as he propelled her to some parked cars. With all the groping he was doing he must have felt her scar by now and yet he seemed oblivious. It normally stopped groping quickly, so he just didn’t care what he grabbed. Kat had to act fast, as her body touched the back of one of the cars; she used it as leverage to pull herself up him and wrap her legs around his waist leaning into him, feeling his bulking body against her own little one. She gripped his arms and used the leverage and his distraction of her breasts and legs to scramble up him and onto the roof of the car. Using her combat boots as a weapon, she aimed for his head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 21:14:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7345794#msg7345794">Quote from: AK47 on 07-12-2012, 19:49:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mari frowned and rotated he chair back to face the bar, looking down at her now empty drink disapointedly. She wasn't ready to find out how to get home just yet, but there didn't seem to be anything happening right now anymore.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>At the same time, the girl taking out the troublemaker had freed the bouncer. The guy approached her with a gait that suggested lots of weightlifting, and not enough stretching. Or maybe he was just trying to impress her and wasn't actually stiff.<br>"So, baby, is your friend going to come and take you home? I'd certainly come running!", he winked.<br>At least, he had saved her from attention. It seemed one of the guys that were drinking had just lost all wind from their sails. Maybe he didn't fancy competing with the security.<br><br><strong>Kat <br>In the Car Park<br>Bashing Mister Angry</strong><br>"Oh yes, baby, I see you want me!", the man exclaims as she scrambles up him.<br>"That's right, get up there and spread those leg to see what tongue I've...ugh!"<br>Her leg hit him square on the side of the head, dropping him like the sack of shit he was. While he was stunned and down, Kat jumped down and another leg swung up, hitting him under the chin.<br>If it was cracked, he wasn't going to feel it for a few minutes more at least.<br>As Kat looked around, there was nobody in the immediate vicinity. Some people might have noticed them, but from a distance, in the night, it probably looked as acrobatic petting, or something more kinky.<br>The parking lots of the bar had probably witnessed weirder things, as nobody seemed to pay attention. Indeed, it wasn't clear if anyone had noticed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 23:51:11</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the Bar<br>Being a cocktease.</strong><br><br>Mari was about to say something when she heard the sound of fists outside. Not very loud, it was doubtable that anybody else in the room heard it, but she knew that sound anywhere. "Actualy... I think he's here now." Mari smiled coyly and got up. Walking out the door too see what was going down outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 15:04:00</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the Bar and on the Parking Lot<br>Being a cocktease and a witness</strong><br>"He is?", the guy looks surprised. He was probably waiting for a 'I ain't got a friend right now' answer. Some people take what they want for reality.<br>Others, of course, just think they're so attractive, people would jump at the opportunity to pass the night with them. It's unclear which one the bouncer is.<br><br>Outside, it's not long before you see the girl that left earlier with the angry guy. She is standing over a lumping form, and experience tells you pretty swiftly it's an unconscious man. As he's partly hidden by a car, Mari can't tell what his state would be.<br>The woman's hand is hesitating over a particular spot of her clothes. It seems she's hesitating whether to pull a knife, or maybe a gun. So far, she hasn't detected Mari.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 23:29:30</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the Parking Lot<br>Being an unseen witness</strong><br><br>Mari quietly tiptoed around a parked van, alingning her feet against the wheel so they wouldn't be visible underneath it, and just laying there. She wouldn't be seen from this angle, and if anybody came around the corner she'd have the drop on them. So she just casualy relaxed and listned.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sense 3 Stealth 2 Stay hidden and get a better vantage point: 1, <strong>5+1</strong>, <strong>6</strong>, 1: Two Sucess. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42621)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 18:27:09</strong>
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				<strong>Kat <br>In the Parking Lot<br>Finishing off Mr Angry</strong><br><br>Kat looked down at the pathetic specimen. He had really thought she was going to spread her legs for him. She giggled at that thought. Her tastes were more refined. She looked around, feeling the hair on her neck, stand on end as if someone were there. She quickly shrugged it off; she was in a parking lot that no one bothered with. Kat didn't want his blood on her hands, so instead of killing him with her knife, she went in for another kick to the neck, hearing a very satisfied crack as she was sure that he would stay down for good.<br><br>The strange vibe was still there, so Kat scanned the area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 18:36:23</strong>
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				<strong>Kat<br>In Parking Lot<br>Whose watching her?</strong><br><br>Kat looked around, not able to notice anything. It must be the nerves or the adrenaline from 'Mr Angry'. She shrugs it off and turns the corner, heading back to the bar. She'd feel better when she was closer to her jacket and gun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 02:44:30</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>Striking up a Job</strong><br><br>Malaya gave a smile grin as Butterfly hummed. It’s so easy to find dumb kids these days, Malaya thought; some of these kids will give minute to minute updates on Facebook about where they are at, who they are with, and what their cat is doing. FB certainly made life a little easier to find her target—everyone likes to post pictures, like this one. She scanned over the picture with the two well-dressed gentlemen, getting a good idea of their faces impressed in her memory. <br><br>She rested the picture on the table as Jamie explained a little bit more about them. “A crack shot and someone with a nervous, itchy finger,” Malaya mumbled to herself as another thought streamed through her mind, it could turn into a mess if it got out of control, but she would try to avoid that. “So, you just want them roughed up a little and tell them not to sell there? Is that it?” she wanted to confirm the exact perimeters about the job. Jamie just wanted them to learn a lesson and be alive, or at least that’s what it sounded like right now to Malaya.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 15:57:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7401994#msg7401994">Quote from: Petrosity on 18-12-2012, 02:44:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>Striking up a Job</strong><br><br>Malaya gave a smile grin as Butterfly hummed. It’s so easy to find dumb kids these days, Malaya thought; some of these kids will give minute to minute updates on Facebook about where they are at, who they are with, and what their cat is doing. FB certainly made life a little easier to find her target—everyone likes to post pictures, like this one. She scanned over the picture with the two well-dressed gentlemen, getting a good idea of their faces impressed in her memory. <br><br>She rested the picture on the table as Jamie explained a little bit more about them. “A crack shot and someone with a nervous, itchy finger,” Malaya mumbled to herself as another thought streamed through her mind, it could turn into a mess if it got out of control, but she would try to avoid that. “So, you just want them roughed up a little and tell them not to sell there? Is that it?” she wanted to confirm the exact perimeters about the job. Jamie just wanted them to learn a lesson and be alive, or at least that’s what it sounded like right now to Malaya.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"That's about it", he shrugged. "And now we can discuss prices."<br>Curiously, his meal arrived at that point, with uncharacteristic speed. He handed the waitress a bill and nodded.<br>"Keep the rest, dear, just make sure I've got beer".<br>The woman was waiting to take their orders as well. She looked worn and tired, probably past the middle of her shift.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 00:46:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7393817#msg7393817">Quote from: KatKwik on 16-12-2012, 18:36:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat<br>In Parking Lot<br>Whose watching her?</strong><br><br>Kat looked around, not able to notice anything. It must be the nerves or the adrenaline from 'Mr Angry'. She shrugs it off and turns the corner, heading back to the bar. She'd feel better when she was closer to her jacket and gun.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Mari<br>Right behind you!<br>Catching a Tigress by the tail.</strong><br><br>"Impressive." Said a dusky voice from behind Kat. "Who was that anyways? Nobody anyone will miss?" If Kat turned around she'd see a woman in a light blue bikini, her dirty blond hair still slightly wet with the seawater. Was that woman sitting at the bar before? When did she follow Kat outside? How much did she see?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>01-01-2013, 01:28:09</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>Striking up a Job</strong><br><br>Malaya tried not to look surprised at the speed of the service, but wondered if her food would be out at the same speed or in an hour. Either way, she was going to eat and eat well! "I’ll take the Tre Ravioli special along with some breadsticks and a salad and some of those little donuts thingys too." She waited for the waitress to take Butterfly’s order so she could write her own meal ticket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 18:10:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7434998#msg7434998">Quote from: AK47 on 25-12-2012, 00:46:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>Right behind you!<br>Catching a Tigress by the tail.</strong><br><br>"Impressive." Said a dusky voice from behind Kat. "Who was that anyways? Nobody anyone will miss?" If Kat turned around she'd see a woman in a light blue bikini, her dirty blond hair still slightly wet with the seawater. Was that woman sitting at the bar before? When did she follow Kat outside? How much did she see?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Kat<br>In the Parking Lot.<br>Getting Caught!</strong><br><br>The voice behind stopped her in her tracks. Kat, grimaced annoyed at not having seen her assailant earlier, Mr Angry had wasted too much of her time already. She dragged in a breath and reminded herself to be nice. Irritated Kats got into trouble again. <br><br>"Glad you approve!" she smirked, as she turned to face the figure. "I imagine the world could use one less Slimeball tonight." she added grinning at the woman in front of her. Recognising her instantly as the one in the bar earlier. She was getting ragged and tired, her gun and jacket were too far away and that didn't work for a reckless Kat at all. <br><br>"So the question really is what do you plan on doing about what you saw?" she smiled silkily, feeling the mood shift slightly as she tensed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 20:20:07</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>Striking up a Job</strong><br>The waitress took meticulous notes. Again, not something one is used to seeing here...one could almost think Giuseppe has decided to implement stricter discipline.<br>That sounds unlikely, though.<br>The girl waits to see if you've got any other orders.<br>"Only a Coke", says Butterfly.<br>She took note on that too - Christ, Santa Maria y los Santos! - and moves away. The guy in front in you is looking at you with a thin smile.<br>"So, I believe we were on to discussing prices. Much as I hate feeling like a haggling merchant at the illegal markets, I gotta ask... <em>how much?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 09:57:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7475039#msg7475039">Quote from: KatKwik on 02-01-2013, 18:10:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat<br>In the Parking Lot.<br>Getting Caught!</strong><br><br>The voice behind stopped her in her tracks. Kat, grimaced annoyed at not having seen her assailant earlier, Mr Angry had wasted too much of her time already. She dragged in a breath and reminded herself to be nice. Irritated Kats got into trouble again. <br><br>"Glad you approve!" she smirked, as she turned to face the figure. "I imagine the world could use one less Slimeball tonight." she added grinning at the woman in front of her. Recognising her instantly as the one in the bar earlier. She was getting ragged and tired, her gun and jacket were too far away and that didn't work for a reckless Kat at all. <br><br>"So the question really is what do you plan on doing about what you saw?" she smiled silkily, feeling the mood shift slightly as she tensed.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You know, I'm really not sure what I plan on doing. I'm more of an improvisational person. The kind who ends up alone in a shitty bar with no clothes, purse, or phone, and decides to sneak up on a dangerous looking stranger." Mari explained in a sarcastic detached tone. "Maybe you could point me in a better direction?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 18:46:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7479046#msg7479046">Quote from: AK47 on 03-01-2013, 09:57:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You know, I'm really not sure what I plan on doing. I'm more of an improvisational person. The kind who ends up alone in a shitty bar with no clothes, purse, or phone, and decides to sneak up on a dangerous looking stranger." Mari explained in a sarcastic detached tone. "Maybe you could point me in a better direction?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kat looked at the women in front of her, noting her appearance and tone and grinned at her then. <br>"Sorry, shouldn't have let the creep get in my headspace like that. I'm a bit highstrung sometimes, chip on the shoulder and all that." she offered as an olive branch. Kat was dangerous, but as soon as the girl mentioned her predicament, the protective instinct in her came out. So instead she nodded to the other woman in the direction of the bar, "Let's see what we can do to help you out?" she offered. After all Kat understood sarcasm better than most.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 15:09:21</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On the yacht at a marina, God knos, where<br>Not broke, but certainly naked, sticky, and confused</strong><br><br>The boat was not moving.&nbsp; Why not?&nbsp; Susan had drifted off to sleep feeling very warm, mellow, relaxed, contented snuggling in the afterglow with Jaguar Woman...<br><br>And now she was on her back on the bed, spread eagle.... and tied?&nbsp; Tied.&nbsp; She tugged experimentally at her bonds, quite a bit of slack, and her circulation was unimpaired.&nbsp; Tied by an expert.&nbsp; She grinned, Mari was certainly expert at a lot of things, no lie. How long had she been out? <em>&nbsp; God, I have to pee! </em> She shifted in the bed, saw an empty hypodermic needle on the nightstand.... from her kit.&nbsp; Drugged?&nbsp; that explained the headache.&nbsp; And she itched like hell.... her juice had dried on her snatch, her inner thighs, God God, the itching might have been what woke her up.<br><br>She shifted again, pulled at the ropes, looked at the binding thoughtfully, and with care, finally worked a hand free, got her other hand free and sat up.&nbsp; With ankles still bound, she noticed something was taped to her chest, right over her heart.&nbsp; Surgical tape.&nbsp; She pulled it free, and went utterly still, her guts turning to ice.<br><br>A bullet. <br><br>Mari's parting gift, and a very clear statement that Susan was alive because the Brazilian hit woman had chosen to leave her that way.<br><br>So where was Emily?&nbsp; This was her boat.&nbsp; Emily... well, had probably left in a huff because Susan and Mari were in the clinch, so to speak.&nbsp; And had not invited her.&nbsp; Oh well, Susan was pretty sure that Emily was a hit woman herself and was going to ground....&nbsp; "Gonna miss her anyway."&nbsp; the Street Doctor muttered.<br><br>"Right.&nbsp; First thing, untie the ankles.&nbsp; then gather up gear, shower, dress, and try to figure out how long I was out and where the hell I am."&nbsp; She undid her ankle bonds, saw her Medical kit bags on the couch... her .380 and knife lying beside them.&nbsp; Well, how about that?&nbsp; Her clothing scattered where it had been thrown.&nbsp; She shrugged and dove into the head, scrambled into the tiny shower,&nbsp; the water was not quite hot... how long had she been out?&nbsp; A coldish shower cleared her mind, she dressed hurriedly, tied her still wet hair back in a ponytail, slung her bags on her shoulders and scrambled above deck to see what was up.<br><br>And was still thinking about Jaguar Woman.&nbsp; "She fucked me, tied me down... and God damn it, she never did kiss me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 17:00:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7480047#msg7480047">Quote from: KatKwik on 03-01-2013, 18:46:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kat looked at the women in front of her, noting her appearance and tone and grinned at her then. <br>"Sorry, shouldn't have let the creep get in my headspace like that. I'm a bit highstrung sometimes, chip on the shoulder and all that." she offered as an olive branch. Kat was dangerous, but as soon as the girl mentioned her predicament, the protective instinct in her came out. So instead she nodded to the other woman in the direction of the bar, "Let's see what we can do to help you out?" she offered. After all Kat understood sarcasm better than most.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I'd uh... rather not go back in there. Do you know any other places?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 07:48:49</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>On the yacht at a marina, God knows where<br>Not broke, but certainly naked, sticky, and confused</strong><br>It was still a night, that much was obvious. And whereever this place was, there was nobody currently in sight. But she can see the beams of a car approaching. Perhaps it wasn't headed there?<br>Then again, maybe it was. No way to know, and there was little time to act if one wanted to avoid meeting those in the car.<br>The place seemed to be an yacht club, she thinks. There was probably a guard or two, too, but they're unlikely to be on the watch for people trying to exit - or might even be asleep in the little house overlooking all the boats.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 15:29:54</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a marina<br>Getting her bearings</strong><br><br>The worst thing she could&nbsp; do was act furtive.&nbsp; She was still wobbling a bit, obviously fresh from a shower, and with what looked like overnight bags on her shoulder... she could make this work.&nbsp; She shifted the bags to cover the automatic holstered at the small of her back, her knife was in an ankle sheath under her jeans.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had a concealed carry permit, wasn't worried about cops.&nbsp; For that, anyway.&nbsp; So.... she struck out down the driveway to the gate, quite boldly, doing her best to look the part of a blue-collar girl leaving&nbsp; wealthy company after a dirty day on the water.&nbsp; So why was she walking and not in a cab.... she hada n idea to cover that.&nbsp; If she needed it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 19:01:11</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>Striking up a Job</strong><br>The waitress takes your order too, but with slightly less enthusiasm. Then the guy slips her a 5-dollar bill, and she becomes agitated again.<br>"Tre Ravioli special, with breadsticks and a salad and little donuts", she repeats and even - oh, the wonders - smiles. "And a coke for your friend."<br>She waits for you to nod, and hurries off. The boy in front of you is smiling.<br>"I get it you might be interested", he observes. "But again, what's <em>your</em> price?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 23:25:27</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a marina<br>Getting her bearings</strong><br>The men looked at her once, fleetingly, and didn't pay attention. Some might have thought her a paid escort coming from a yacht, except her hair identified her as something else. And the exhaustion, which she didn't have to feign, was ironically helping her there.<br>Susan, however, got a good look at them. Three men, all white, good suits that have seen better times, holding guns with silencers and a pump-action shotgun...<br>And one of them she knew from the party, she had seen him earlier at the fights. Nix's bodyguard - ex-bodyguard, actually, since the man was dead now...<br>She knew them all, she realised, despite never being introduced officially. They were all either at the party, the fights, or both. The Dixies were here, and for what she could see, coming in arms.<br>And judging by the fact that she could see one of them sniffing something, they weren't going to act reasonable.<br>It was only exhaustion that prevented her from reacting in a more vigorous manner and attracting attention. Or shock. Or the post-coital...well, post-<em>sexual</em> feeling of happiness and fulfilment. Actually, the last one seemed most likely.<br>God bless the endorphins!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 01:46:19</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Leaving a marina<br>Getting her bearings</strong><br><br>"Oh God!"&nbsp; The Dixie mafia was on the prowl, was her first guess.&nbsp; She held her had before her face to shield her eyes from the glare of th lights - a natural reaction which quite nicely obscured their features, stepping further of the driveway, shutting her eyes as they drew close to preserve her vision, turning quickly for a brief moment after they passed, trying to catch the license late number.&nbsp; A small fish in a dangerous sea, she liked having odd bits of information like that.&nbsp; She was no informer, and held such tidbits close to her modest chest.... but knowing things came in handy.<br><br>Food.&nbsp; She was starving, that could be taken care of without too much trouble, she hoped.&nbsp; A wave at the guard shack, she slipped around the barrier and trudged off into the night, relaxing a tiny bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 22:43:16</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Leaving a marina<br>Getting her bearings</strong><br>Nobody seemed to notice her from the guard shack. The sounds of music lead her to a bar with some nice melodic music, darkened lampshade windows, and almost no waiting queue.<br>Or rather, there were three men waiting outside. The guards, dressed all in black and grey, didn't seem disposed to let them in, although one of the bouncers smiled at Susan.<br>Her nose called her and asked to be let in the place. The food inside, if Nose could be believed, was delicious. Well-toast meats, fresh fish and boiling vegetables mixed themselves to produce...saliva. Lots and lots of it.<br>Of course, she could also neglect what Nose and Mouth were saying, and find another place to fill her tummy. But as her stride carried her closer, it was decision time NOW!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 01:18:45</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Heading into a bar</strong><br><br>Being a woman in her mid twenties&nbsp; and good health opened lots of doors.&nbsp; She nodded cheerfully at the bouncers, gave them a smile and a small wave and slipped inside, feeling mildly better just being off the road and out of the night. <br><br>A brief scan of the place, and she found a clear spot at the bar, she could almost her back to a wall, couldn't see the door directly, but there were lots and lots of reflective surfaces to show what was behind her.&nbsp; "Tuna steak, grilled, grilled veggies as a side - no cauliflower!&nbsp; Seven up to drink."&nbsp; Lord a beer would be soooo gooood.&nbsp; But she was still a tad fuzzy from the Mickey Finn Mari had injected her with, no no.<br><br>Ambrosia.&nbsp; The gods of Olympus never ate better.&nbsp; She wolfed it down, utterly intent on her meal.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 11:42:41</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Into the fetish club</strong><br>People were well-dressed, although most looked provocative. Well, that's what you get in Miami bars, when it's business as usual for you.<br>Susan's meal was as good as it gets when one is hungry, and served with speed that suggested it was already prepared and left to low heat in an oven or such, so it would remain warm.<br>Then an woman in red passed, leading a man on a leash. Nobody seemed to mind that the guy was only in a thong, nor that she herself was dressed as...<br>...as a dominatrix.<br>About that moment, a man in a business suit approached casually her table.<br>"Hi! Haven't seen you around, but you seem like a domme. Am I right?"<br>He looked agitated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 14:21:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7489923#msg7489923">Quote from: AK47 on 05-01-2013, 17:00:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'd uh... rather not go back in there. Do you know any other places?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Kat <br>In the Parking Lot<br>Being Nice</strong><br><br>Kat studied the girl, thinking about her next move. She could offer the girl a place to crash for the night. She did have some places she used. <br>She smiled at her again.<br>"Is there somewhere in particular you would like to go or do you just need a few things. I can offer you some cash and I know a place you could stay. Let me know what your preference is?" Kat asked trying to be helpful.<br><br>"I need to pick up my stuff and will meet you here in ten minutes." She reminded before heading back towards the bar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 15:44:55</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish club<br>Waking up to her surroundings.</strong><br><br>Her eyes tracked the couple in the mirror, a forkload of very good tuna steak almost to her mouth.&nbsp; She stuck it in her mouth and started chewing when the man addressed her, buying a few seconds to think.<br><br>Oh boy.&nbsp; <br><br>Fetish Clubs, especially semi-underground pain clubs were a source of business for a medic who didn't ask more questions than she needed answers to in order to treat a patient<br><br>She had never heard of this place, never been here professionally and certainly not for leisure.<br><br>A domme.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked down to her kitbags.&nbsp; One for trauma care, the other for illlness. Oh, all sorts of interesting gear could be in those, you betcha. And she herself, tallish, muscular for a woman, no makeup. T-shirt and men's jeans.<br><br>Oh boy. <br><br>Easy relaxed approach, but something was bothering him.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; Sorry,"&nbsp; She made a show of looking around the place, and the bartenders were smirking at her, they had pegged her right away as someone who had wandered into the place obliviously.&nbsp; "Honestly, I'm here for the food."<br><br>Close to a private marina, she'd never heard of this place.&nbsp; That could be good or very bad.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 12:09:23</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish club<br>Waking up to her surroundings.</strong><br>He smirks instead of going away.<br>"I've never hear it called like this. You want to eat somebody, or somebody to eat you?"<br>He looks even more nervous while adding.<br>"I could, uh, help if you're looking for someone to eat you, you know what I mean? My Mistress, Persephone, chased me away last night, you know!"<br>At about this time, you notice some gal entering. She's pocketing a card and laughing with some friends, while disrobing to show some tight latex...clothes under her coat.<br>"...so only the new guys have to show them the cards? They know you all by face, or..."<br>The rest is lost in the noise, and the whimpering of Mr. Suit. He finally finds the audacity to extend his hand.<br>"I'm Victor. Can I sit?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 14:24:53</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish club<br>Waking up to her surroundings.</strong><br><br>Blinking at him, unsure exactly how to react, she thorew a quick look at the&nbsp; bartender who grinned back, but made a dribbling motion lilk he was bouncing an imaginairy ball.&nbsp; He was careful not to let the club security see it, but she had seen other bartenders summon bartenders with a similar call sign.<br><br>There would be help if she needed it?&nbsp; She relaxed a bit, a high end place perhaps. In this part of town... that made some sense.<br><br>Which didn't mean some really rough stuff couldn't happen if she gave any hint she wanted it, though.<br><br>Oh boy.<br><br>Mr. Suit...&nbsp; Susan was not in the Life, but but she read things, had gone to some very unusual Web sites out of curiosity.&nbsp; This guy had rock bottom sub written all over him.&nbsp; She didn't take his hand, God knew what kind of signal that would send to the regulars, even if she sent him on his way.<br><br>That Latex fetishist... the suit did nothing for the Street Doctor, but peeling the woman out of it would have been fun.&nbsp; Now, if she had been wearing some leather...&nbsp; Susan wrenched her mind back to Mr. Suit.<br><br>"Victor...." Using his name may have been a mistake.&nbsp; Oh hell.&nbsp; "...honestly, I'm here to grab supper, the food really is wonderful.&nbsp; And, well, I like girls.&nbsp; A lot."&nbsp; Spreading her legs for a man... she hadn't done that since she was in the Army. <br><br>&nbsp;Don't Ask, Don't Tell, but some evidence you were straight never hurt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 19:27:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7522500#msg7522500">Quote from: KatKwik on 11-01-2013, 14:21:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat <br>In the Parking Lot<br>Being Nice</strong><br><br>Kat studied the girl, thinking about her next move. She could offer the girl a place to crash for the night. She did have some places she used. <br>She smiled at her again.<br>"Is there somewhere in particular you would like to go or do you just need a few things. I can offer you some cash and I know a place you could stay. Let me know what your preference is?" Kat asked trying to be helpful.<br><br>"I need to pick up my stuff and will meet you here in ten minutes." She reminded before heading back towards the bar.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Sure, I don't need cash, but if I could crash at your place for a while, that would be nice." Mari replied gratefully as she leaned back against the van. "I could use a place to lay low for a little bit. That sounds like a plan."<br><br>As Kat went back inside, Mari ducked back behind the van and stayed hidden until Kat returned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 00:59:26</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>Striking up a Job </strong> <br><br>The waitress looked the same, but the strange new procedures were a little daunting. Change was uncommon in a place that had even updated the décor in thirty years. She decided to ignore it and wait for her food, and discuss prices. She smiled at ironic statement. “How much do you have in mind?” Malaya cloyly asked, trying to figure out Jamie’s minimum he was willing pay. She was sure she could pad up the amount, especially if she managed not to kill them. However, she was keenly aware that accidents happen. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 01:22:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7533187#msg7533187">Quote from: AK47 on 13-01-2013, 19:27:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sure, I don't need cash, but if I could crash at your place for a while, that would be nice." Mari replied gratefully as she leaned back against the van. "I could use a place to lay low for a little bit. That sounds like a plan."<br><br>As Kat went back inside, Mari ducked back behind the van and stayed hidden until Kat returned.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Kat<br>Back in the bar<br>Collecting her stuff</strong><br><br>A place to crash, she was sure she could offer. Kat knew better than to offer her actual home, there was a safehouse she knew of that she would take her too. <br><br>Kat walked back into the bar, noting that everthing seemed as it was. She sauntered up to the counter and picked up her jacket, putting it back on, instantly feeling the calm steal over her. She grabbed her gun, slotting it in place, Kat felt more confident. She liked the feel of the weapon against her body, it was her security blanket. <br>She still hadn't heard from her informant. She was expecting some information, but with the drama earlier, she didn't know what to expect. She rifled through her bag, looking for her phone, checking to see if she had any messages.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:08:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7535145#msg7535145">Quote from: KatKwik on 14-01-2013, 01:22:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat<br>Back in the bar<br>Collecting her stuff</strong><br><br>A place to crash, she was sure she could offer. Kat knew better than to offer her actual home, there was a safehouse she knew of that she would take her too. <br><br>Kat walked back into the bar, noting that everthing seemed as it was. She sauntered up to the counter and picked up her jacket, putting it back on, instantly feeling the calm steal over her. She grabbed her gun, slotting it in place, Kat felt more confident. She liked the feel of the weapon against her body, it was her security blanket. <br>She still hadn't heard from her informant. She was expecting some information, but with the drama earlier, she didn't know what to expect. She rifled through her bag, looking for her phone, checking to see if she had any messages.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>That was about the moment the bartender held a phone for her.<br>"I'd think this is for you. Sorry, didn't know your name, but Damien described you very well!"<br>Damien was the name her informer had mentioned. Maybe just the one he'd been using.<br>"Sweatheart?", she heard from the phone. "I need your help, I'm afraid, and I don't know who else to turn to. Could you come to the PD and bust me out of this cell? Paying the guarantee would be preferred, and I'd tell you what I know for free!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:10:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7534985#msg7534985">Quote from: Petrosity on 14-01-2013, 00:59:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>Striking up a Job </strong> <br><br>The waitress looked the same, but the strange new procedures were a little daunting. Change was uncommon in a place that had even updated the décor in thirty years. She decided to ignore it and wait for her food, and discuss prices. She smiled at ironic statement. “How much do you have in mind?” Malaya cloyly asked, trying to figure out Jamie’s minimum he was willing pay. She was sure she could pad up the amount, especially if she managed not to kill them. However, she was keenly aware that accidents happen. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Not sure", he squinted. "How about 2kU$? Or you could make my your own offer, you know..."<br>Somehow, he managed to pronounce this. It took a little time to figure out what he means. The guy has probably grown up on Internet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:13:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7533187#msg7533187">Quote from: AK47 on 13-01-2013, 19:27:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sure, I don't need cash, but if I could crash at your place for a while, that would be nice." Mari replied gratefully as she leaned back against the van. "I could use a place to lay low for a little bit. That sounds like a plan."<br><br>As Kat went back inside, Mari ducked back behind the van and stayed hidden until Kat returned.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>While Kat was inside, Mari didn't have lots of trouble. The spot was relatively quiet.<br>That is, except for the guy that started to moan. That could attract attention, or it could mean he was going to wake up after the thrashing he had received.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 03:21:36</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish club<br>Waking up to her surroundings.</strong><br>Victor looked hurt at her not even deigning to touch his hand. He looked at it as if he was unsure whether his hand smelled; indeed, he even put it under his nose and sniffed.<br>"Really?", he looked crestfallen. "See, no reason to lie about preferences. And I could lick you as good as any girl... but I get it when I'm not considered worthy. Still, this was... I dunno, mean? Underestimating my intelligence? I'm a sub, but not dumb, ya know? You did pass through the bouncers somehow. And they know us regulars by face; only way to get inside is with a membership card, or if they knew you. Random people don't just wade in - no paparazzi, thanks all that's holy!"<br>He shrugged and turned around, his shoulders sagging. Which meant he didn't get to see the other woman that had just attracted Susan's attention.<br>If she looked into a bad mirror, five years ago or so, she might well see this face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 16:20:18</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish club<br>Going on low alert</strong><br><br>Not just a sub, a bottom, and a passive-agressive one at that. Oh Joy.&nbsp; Not at all what she wanted to deal with.&nbsp; She forced herself not to reson o his 'Not considred worthy" routine.&nbsp; <em>I bet he picks up a few dommes with that.&nbsp; Even dominants can be guilt tripped, I bet.</em><br><br>She was just starting to think abut what he said concerning the bouncers.&nbsp; Why had they let her in without a card?<br><br>And saw a possible answer.&nbsp; The kid - and a combat veteran like Susan had no trouble thinking that way about a younger civilian - looked amazingly like a young Susan.<br><br>Out in the night, observed by bouncers who dealt with hundreds of patrons from memory?&nbsp; No wonder Susan had been waved in.<br><br>Well.&nbsp; How about that?&nbsp; The medic studied the girl in the mirror behind the bar, sipping her 7-Up, debating on ordering desert.&nbsp; And tippng the bartender generously for taking up room at the bar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 12:43:59</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish club<br>Her own image looking at her</strong><br>The girl looked startlingly like Susan, indeed. Short hair... muscular body... scanning her surroundings... military-style clothing... and that look in her eyes suggesting people are better off not messing with her, because she's seen stuff she didn't want to see, but is willing to make you into more of said stuff.<br>What were the odds? Well, who knows, but life can be like this!<br>As Susan was looking at her, she went to the bar, slapping asses indiscriminately - or, as far as Susan could tell, the subs' asses, while smiling and sending kisses at the doms and dommes present. Gender didn't seem to affect her choice, either. An ass is an ass is an ass, her attitude showed.<br>And then she spoke to the bartender, and reached to get her drink. Coke and Vodka, as far as Susan could tell.<br>Which was also when she looked in the bar mirror, which Susan was using to observe her. Two very similar faces flashed through it.<br>The girl froze for a moment, then turned to Sue, and started approaching her.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 13:58:20</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish Bar<br>Impresssd on several levels</strong><br><br>A woman's hottest erogenous zone is behind her eyes.&nbsp; And this kid -&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Kids's didn't have that kind of self possesion or situational awareness.<br><br>Watching her was doing things behind Susan's eyes.&nbsp; And from the look of things, the younger woman had quite a lot of things going on behind her eyes as well.&nbsp; Young, but that didn't mean she hadn't seen action.&nbsp; This was Miami after all.&nbsp; Miami saw more action on a lively weekend than many countries saw in a entire coup d' etat. <br><br>Military bearing, but hm...&nbsp; Susan wasn't sure she was in the service.&nbsp; She certainly was a take charge type.&nbsp; <em>So.&nbsp; Let's see how she handles assertion from another.</em><br><br>A slight shift on the barstool to face the young butch, right hand flat on her thigh, the left curled around her drink. Both hands pointdly in sight Susan met the woman's eyes and said cheerfully&nbsp; "Well, look at you!&nbsp; My name's Susan."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 22:20:17</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish Bar<br>Impresssd on several levels</strong><br>"Or look at you", she echoed. Then she addressed Susan a brief smile. "It wouldn't change much, now, would it?"<br>She extended her hand and offered it to Susan.<br>"Name is Mara. Who are you and when did you join? I haven't heard of a new arrival recently, and I tend to keep an ear to the earth in this matter!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 23:16:48</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish Bar<br>Impresssd on several levels</strong><br><br>"I've got a few years on you.&nbsp; Lay off the Crunchy Cheetos a bit - or whatever your diet vice is and you'll do even better."&nbsp; Susan took her hand without hesitation, shook tn firmly, but didn't try for a power grip.<br><br>The street doctor glanced at the door.&nbsp; "I'm not a member, actually.&nbsp; I got waved in by the bouncers.&nbsp; That bottom over there,"&nbsp; Susan tilted her head at Victor, "said this was a member's-only club.&nbsp; I was starting to wonder wonder why was I let in."&nbsp; Her gaze returned to Mara.&nbsp; "And now I know.&nbsp; They thought I was you, I bet.&nbsp; Bad light, lots of faces to remember."&nbsp; Her head tilted in thought for a moment.&nbsp; "I've been in here long enough to order and eat.&nbsp; So... another way out the guards up front can't or don't monitor.&nbsp; &nbsp;They thought I left and was coming back."&nbsp; Susan grinned with little real humor.&nbsp; "Bad security coordination.on their part."&nbsp; A brief study of the younger version.&nbsp; <em>God this is weird.</em><br><br>"So... join me at this bar, or a booth, or table?"<br><br>And belatedly realized she was still holding Mara's hand.&nbsp; <br><br>edited for spelling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 05:44:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7546987#msg7546987">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 16-01-2013, 03:13:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">While Kat was inside, Mari didn't have lots of trouble. The spot was relatively quiet.<br>That is, except for the guy that started to moan. That could attract attention, or it could mean he was going to wake up after the thrashing he had received.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari notices the guy start to move, and considers doing something, but decides to instead stay hidden and see what happens.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 18:24:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7546943#msg7546943">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 16-01-2013, 03:08:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">That was about the moment the bartender held a phone for her.<br>"I'd think this is for you. Sorry, didn't know your name, but Damien described you very well!"<br>Damien was the name her informer had mentioned. Maybe just the one he'd been using.<br>"Sweatheart?", she heard from the phone. "I need your help, I'm afraid, and I don't know who else to turn to. Could you come to the PD and bust me out of this cell? Paying the guarantee would be preferred, and I'd tell you what I know for free!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Kat <br>Talking on the phone<br>Itching to smack someone</strong><br><br>"Sweetheart!" She was ready to smack him for that but any intel on Sam was worthwhile hence her time in this dive bar. <br>"Sit, tight!" She said giggling knowing that was all he could do. "I've got something to take care of and I'll come get you. Though if my intel isn't worth it, jail would seem like heaven for you." She growled down the phone at him, before finishing the call and heading towards the door. She would have to take Mari with her, so that was going to be a fun, situation. She walked out the bar, feeling the night air, heading towards where she left Mari. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 00:35:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7567892#msg7567892">Quote from: Healergirl on 19-01-2013, 23:16:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish Bar<br>Impresssd on several levels</strong><br><br>"I've got a few years on you.&nbsp; Lay off the Crunchy Cheetos a bit - or whatever your diet vice is and you'll do even better."&nbsp; Susan took her hand without hesitation, shook tn firmly, but didn't try for a power grip.<br><br>The street doctor glanced at the door.&nbsp; "I'm not a member, actually.&nbsp; I got waved in by the bouncers.&nbsp; That bottom over there,"&nbsp; Susan tilted her head at Victor, "said this was a member's-only club.&nbsp; I was starting to wonder wonder why was I let in."&nbsp; Her gaze returned to Mara.&nbsp; "And now I know.&nbsp; They thought I was you, I bet.&nbsp; Bad light, lots of faces to remember."&nbsp; Her head tilted in thought for a moment.&nbsp; "I've been in here long enough to order and eat.&nbsp; So... another way out the guards up front can't or don't monitor.&nbsp; &nbsp;They thought I left and was coming back."&nbsp; Susan grinned with little real humor.&nbsp; "Bad security coordination.on their part."&nbsp; A brief study of the younger version.&nbsp; <em>God this is weird.</em><br><br>"So... join me at this bar, or a booth, or table?"<br><br>And belatedly realized she was still holding Mara's hand.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Mara wasn't pulling her hand away, either, but when Susan got to her admission process - or the lack thereof - she threw her head back and laughed.<br>"You just got in?", she smirked, visibly amused. "That's something I wouldn't want to miss... the faces of the owners. This place", she waved her hand in a circle, "is reputed for privacy. Many paparazzi have tried to do your feat... But rubbing their faces in the dirt, as fun as it sounds, is for tomorrow. Follow me!"<br>She turned around, and started strolling towards a booth. Didn't turn to make sure Susan was following her, though.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7569928#msg7569928">Quote from: AK47 on 20-01-2013, 05:44:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mari notices the guy start to move, and considers doing something, but decides to instead stay hidden and see what happens.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>It's unclear whether the guy had noticed her, but if one has to risk a guess, it would be a resounding "no". He turns on his back front, lifts himself on elbows, and starts vomiting. Nothing that couldn't be expected, really.<br>And to make things worse, it was just when the door opened again, and the girl who had knocked him out appeared. The guy barely spared her a look before coming back to the task that seemed to occupy his attention.<br>Namely, keeping his face above the puddle he had just made.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7572081#msg7572081">Quote from: KatKwik on 20-01-2013, 18:24:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat <br>Talking on the phone<br>Itching to smack someone</strong><br><br>"Sweetheart!" She was ready to smack him for that but any intel on Sam was worthwhile hence her time in this dive bar. <br>"Sit, tight!" She said giggling knowing that was all he could do. "I've got something to take care of and I'll come get you. Though if my intel isn't worth it, jail would seem like heaven for you." She growled down the phone at him, before finishing the call and heading towards the door. She would have to take Mari with her, so that was going to be a fun, situation. She walked out the bar, feeling the night air, heading towards where she left Mari. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Intel? What are you, Cee-I-fucking-A? Fine, whatever, will make sure it's worth your while! Just...don't tarry too much, fine? I prize my ass the way it is just fine, thank you very much!"<br>He hung down.<br>And outside, the man she's just kicked down is on his hands and knees, making a puddle of vomit. He barely spares her a glance and winks against the light from the door.<br>Mari isn't in sight, or at least not in the immediate vicinity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 01:25:59</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Fetish Bar<br>Following the spider deeper into the web</strong><br><br><br>Paparazzi?&nbsp; Susan had never heard of this place.&nbsp; Which proved how good the security was.<br><br>Trailing after Mara, the view was...nice. <em> I used to walk with that kind of confidence.&nbsp; I like to think I'm getting it back.</em>&nbsp; Settling across from the younger woman with a smile.&nbsp; "So, a very exclusive, very private kink club.&nbsp; Members who are deep in the closet about some things they do anyway."&nbsp; The smile turned to a grin&nbsp; "You don't seem the type to care much who knows what you like to do, or who you like to do it with."&nbsp; Slowly sliding her feet forward as they talked, moving them just a bit further apart. Just to see what might happen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 02:56:28</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Giuseppe’s<br>Striking up a Job</strong><br><br>It seemed to Malaya that she should play this little game a little more. After all, he was fan… Maybe she could shoot up the price a bit without ruffling too many of his professional feathers. “How ‘bout 4k then. 2k if someone winds up dead.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 09:52:36</strong>
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				As Kat re-emerges from the bar, Mari steps back into view as if she had been there the whole time. Raising her cheek to the vomiting man she nodded to Kat. "So you got a ride?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 18:05:28</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br><br>At Giuseppe’s<br><br>Striking up a Job</strong><br>“I can afford 3k max”, the man shrugged. “It’s the most I can pay for this. After that, it would be cheaper to hire a sniper, or something...”.<br>He pulled out a wad of bills. They were used $20 bills, perfect for payments like this one.<br>"Or I van pay you triple in $50 bills, but you use them to pay at your risk. Very good fakes, though - nobody could make the difference. You know this carries a stiffer penalty, though."<br><br><strong>Susan Cochrane<br><br>In a Bar’s booth<br><br>Coming to the spider’s castle for supper</strong><br><br>Mara opened a booth on a wall that looked dark and shiny, and moved inside before Susan had time to , turning to face Susan again. It was when she noticed her legs, and possibly took them into account.<br><br>If not, there was some other reason why her smile had gotten more…promising. While she was slamming the door shut. Or the window, one might say, because it turned out the whole wall was made of tinted glass.<br><br>“I don’t care…usually. But I work with people that might care. I also don’t care to keep slapping prying noses, nor explaining they wouldn’t be smashed if people kept them out of my things.”<br><br>She sat and threw her leg over the other, smiling radiantly.<br><br>“Better to make sure everyone thinks I’m just boring… good, nobody noticed us slipping in here. People probably awaited the show.”<br><br>She pointed behind the tinted glass. There were two men and two women on the stage already. And they looked ready to make a show of dominance and submission, with whips and all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 18:35:32</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Starting to relax... and starting to key up, but in a difffernt way.</strong><br><br>"I know exactly what you're talking about.&nbsp; Don't ask, don't tell."&nbsp; Susan rolled her eyes, and rested the elbow closest to mara on the table, flattening her hand, spreading her fingers on the surface.<br><br>The stage show, her eyes narrowed, her head tilted briefly, then she snorted.&nbsp; "Cats, single tails, spaghetti floggers.&nbsp; The Cat's are usually for show.&nbsp; most places. But here, you said this was very exclusive?&nbsp; Hm."&nbsp; She grinned at the youing woman.&nbsp; "Hey, I meant it when I said I didn't know what I was getting into when I came in here.&nbsp; But I've been to places like this before."<br><br>&nbsp; the street doctor snorted again, shook her head.&nbsp; "Amateurs.&nbsp; Some people just get excited, lose control.&nbsp; When a sub gets hurt worse than expected, or somebody panics?&nbsp; I get a call.&nbsp; Fewer embarrassing questions when I patch somebody up, listen while they wail about some Dominant losing it."&nbsp; She grinned,&nbsp; "Or a sub pushing for more than was safe." Then snickered.&nbsp; "Insurance companies get so picky about details if somebody puts in a claim for ropeburn or lacerations in a line across the back, belly or boobs."<br><br>An appraising look at Mara, and on impluse, the words just coming out.&nbsp; "You're not the type to lose control."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>03-02-2013, 18:31:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7604016#msg7604016">Quote from: AK47 on 25-01-2013, 09:52:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As Kat re-emerges from the bar, Mari steps back into view as if she had been there the whole time. Raising her cheek to the vomiting man she nodded to Kat. "So you got a ride?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Kat <br>In Parking Lot <br>Getting Away</strong><br><br>She spotted Mari melting from the shadows. From her indication, the man was coming to. Kat didn't want to hang around to see what would happen She wasn't in the mood to tangle with him again.<br><br>"I have a bike, parked over there." she said pointing to the battered looking bike near the side door.<br>"The thing is, Mari. I need to go to the Police Station to help out someone..." she didn't want to go into details, having just met the girl. <br>"You can come with me or I can drop you off at the safe house? You'll need to decide quickly as he's going to come round soon and I don't really fancy an bloodshed right now?"<br><br>The decision was hers now. They could go see the informant and then get to the safe house or she would drop her off at the safe house. She waited for her reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 00:59:58</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Starting to relax... and starting to key up, but in a difffernt way.</strong><br>Mara smiled, thinly, and patted her hand.<br>"Indeed I'm not", she agreed. "Maybe I'd grab a sub and show you later."<br>Why was she looking into Susan eyes so intently while saying this?<br>"But for two things you're wrong. First, I usually forbid my subs to go to the doctor. The punishment is to be felt, if it's to be remembered....and I want them to retain it, because I hate having to punish people. It just might become necessary, sometimes!"<br>Her hand was still on Susan's when she added.<br>"Second, these guys on the stage aren't amateurs, at all!"<br>It was just at this moment, as if to accentuate her words, that one of the subs got slapped with a whip. The woman that did so didn't just strike, she entangled his neck with it, and pulled, dropping him on his knees.<br>The crowd cheered.<br>"She wouldn't try this with just about anybody", Mara explained casually, nodding towards the spectacle. "But these two know each other, and how much each of them can take."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 02:06:13</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Very keyed up</strong><br><br><br>Susan turned her hand on the table, palm up, adn gripped Mara's hand, lightly.&nbsp; Not looking at the younger woman, her eyes on the sage.&nbsp; "No, not amatures at all.&nbsp; She rubbed her neck with her other hand, swallowing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Not amatures at all.&nbsp; Shit, that Domme, I don't have to tell you how dangeous a neck strike like that is."<br><br>She was silent s the show proceeded.&nbsp; Very extreme.&nbsp; Very.<br><br>"You're a hard Domme, Mara."&nbsp; Now turning her head, looking the very intense younger woman in the eyes.&nbsp; "I'd tell you to go to hell.&nbsp; But then, I'm able to judge how bad I'm hurt, whether I need a doctor or not.'&nbsp; She glanced down at their hands, still joined, then back up at her eyes.&nbsp; "I've got quite a tolerance for pain.&nbsp; Quite high indeed. But I've never taken pleasure from it."&nbsp; Her thumb ran lightly across the back of her companion's hand.&nbsp; " but hen again.&nbsp; being controlled...." She grinned with real humor.&nbsp; "Hell, the Army is all about dominance and submission, when you look at it the right way."&nbsp; She didn't say anything for a few more moments.&nbsp; She looked at the stage but wasn't watching the show.&nbsp; "I've been on edge for moths.&nbsp; Watching my back, keeping track of patients, patients who can't or won't go to a real doctor or clinic.&nbsp; Always on edge, terrified of making a mistake that will get somebody hurt.&nbsp; Or killed."&nbsp; Her eyes flickered, then she looked down at the table.<br><br>"I.... have trouble turning my head off."&nbsp; <em>You have no idea how sincerely I say that, no idea.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 18:40:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7664423#msg7664423">Quote from: KatKwik on 03-02-2013, 18:31:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat <br>In Parking Lot <br>Getting Away</strong><br><br>She spotted Mari melting from the shadows. From her indication, the man was coming to. Kat didn't want to hang around to see what would happen She wasn't in the mood to tangle with him again.<br><br>"I have a bike, parked over there." she said pointing to the battered looking bike near the side door.<br>"The thing is, Mari. I need to go to the Police Station to help out someone..." she didn't want to go into details, having just met the girl. <br>"You can come with me or I can drop you off at the safe house? You'll need to decide quickly as he's going to come round soon and I don't really fancy an bloodshed right now?"<br><br>The decision was hers now. They could go see the informant and then get to the safe house or she would drop her off at the safe house. She waited for her reply.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I don't think I'm wanted... not yet at least" Mari jokes running her hands through her still damp hair. "If the house is on the way drop me off, otherwise I'll come with and just try to stay out of trouble. If that's okay." She walks over the the bike and stands on the other side of it. "Nice bike, I ride bitch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 23:05:27</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Very keyed up</strong><br>"It's pretty safe, if you have a professional's control over the whip's end, and strike with a forehand so most of it lands on the back of their neck first", Mara shrugged, smiling. "That is, as safe as it gets when a strike to the carotids can lead to blackout, or a strike under the Adam's apple can injure the trachea. But Jane Wayne over there could almost make an artist work with the tip of that whip...could, if she could draw worth shit, that is".<br>"And yes, I'm a hard Domme, Sue. That's why I never joined the Army...never been good with taking orders", she raised a brow.<br>"So, Sue", her finger drew a line on the back of the older woman's hand without the whole hand moving much, "Are you feeling...complete, when you take orders? Looking for a direction?"<br>Her smile promised a lot. And her head didn't turn off towards the stage, where the woman had just lowered the man's head towards the toes of the other sub. He had needed a kick behind the knees to get the hint for kneeling, and it had been administered swiftly and almost competently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 23:45:01</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Very keyed up</strong><br><br>"I miss the structure.&nbsp; I gave orders as well as took them, thought for myself, looked ahead, planned ahead.&nbsp; Always thinking about my next move."&nbsp; Susan was smiling slightly.&nbsp; "But even in the chaos of a firefight, there was... broad organization.&nbsp; I knew my place, my role."<br><br>That smile.&nbsp; Susan rather liked it.&nbsp; "I'm in a very fluid, much less organized environment now."&nbsp; She tightened her grip on Mara's hand, just a little.<br><br>"I could use some time where I, well, didn't have to make decisions.&nbsp; Didn't have to plan.&nbsp; Didn't have to think."&nbsp; An appraisaing look, perhaps self appraisal.&nbsp; "I'm not sure I would like it enough to, to come back to it.&nbsp; But I would like to try it."<br><br>A grunt from the stage drew her eye.&nbsp; "That man is a slow learner."&nbsp; A very level look at Mara.&nbsp; "I'm a quick study."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 02:20:38</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Very keyed up</strong><br>Mara was smiling. There was something of the fox in her smile.<br>"Wanting structure, I see. The time you didn't have to plan and think on your own... where have I heard that before? Oh, wait, it was here!"<br>She threw her head back and laughed heartily, before calming down and looking very level and very focused at Susan.<br>"So, my quick learner... you want a fast lesson in submission? If so, say it! I don't stand my subs playing wordgames with me - even if they don't come back as a result!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 04:21:58</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Very keyed up</strong><br><br>Polishing off her drink gave her a moment to think.&nbsp; A moment Susan didn't really need.&nbsp; She rather liked Mara's laugh.<br><br>"I do.&nbsp; Let's see, what was the phrase one sub I patched up said he used when he surrendered control?"&nbsp; Susan stopped smiling, her eyes very serious.&nbsp; "This one submits."<br><br>Dear God, she felt a bit lighter just saying it.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; A bit impishly she added "If you're going to strip me, I suppose I should tell you I'm carrying a .380 and a butterfly knife."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>10-02-2013, 13:29:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7670818#msg7670818">Quote from: AK47 on 04-02-2013, 18:40:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I don't think I'm wanted... not yet at least" Mari jokes running her hands through her still damp hair. "If the house is on the way drop me off, otherwise I'll come with and just try to stay out of trouble. If that's okay." She walks over the the bike and stands on the other side of it. "Nice bike, I ride bitch?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Kat <br>Leaving Parking Lot<br>Getting out quick</strong><br><br>Kat grinned at Mari as she noted her comments. Passing her a helmet and straddling the bike, she indicted for her to get on.<br>"I'll drop you off at the safe house and meet you back there as soon as I finish. I don't see you blending in at the Police Station." she smiled, "Give you a chance to freshen up if you like?" she continued, before kicking the bike pedal and driving off. <br><br>The safe house came into view sometime later. It was pretty basic with running water, electicity and fine for a few nights. Kat pulled up outside the front. She turned to Mari and undid the helmet, before saying,<br><br>"I'll leave you here, for now." She handed over a key and got ready to leave.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>10-02-2013, 19:49:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7700481#msg7700481">Quote from: KatKwik on 10-02-2013, 13:29:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat <br>Leaving Parking Lot<br>Getting out quick</strong><br><br>Kat grinned at Mari as she noted her comments. Passing her a helmet and straddling the bike, she indicted for her to get on.<br>"I'll drop you off at the safe house and meet you back there as soon as I finish. I don't see you blending in at the Police Station." she smiled, "Give you a chance to freshen up if you like?" she continued, before kicking the bike pedal and driving off. <br><br>The safe house came into view sometime later. It was pretty basic with running water, electicity and fine for a few nights. Kat pulled up outside the front. She turned to Mari and undid the helmet, before saying,<br><br>"I'll leave you here, for now." She handed over a key and got ready to leave.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong><br>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Looking around.</strong><br><br>"Alright, sounds like a plan. I could use a shower." Mari held Kat tight as she rode on the back of the speeding bike, in exactly the same manner Gabi had almost exactly 24 hours ago. She held on tight, and may or may not have been trying to cop a feel as Kat sped through the streets.<br>When they got there Mari stepped off and took the key in hand, "Thanks irmã, maybe I can pay you back when you return." she blew a kiss back to Kat and entered the safehouse.<br><br>(OOC: Can you describe it so I can narrate Mari wandering around in it and taking a shower while she waits for Kat? Just the basic appearance, layout, and any interesting details. I wanna make a long post to make up for all the one liners I've been giving you :p)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 18:16:30</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Very keyed up</strong><br>Mara looked surprised for a moment, but then regained her composure.<br>"Didn't know the bouncers aren't even checking me. Very well, sub...", she opened a plastic bag, which she pulled from under the table.<br>"Put your weapons inside. And since we've got music, start stripping!"<br>She opened a wall drawer, and pulled out a whip.<br>"And you better do it just fine. I know what you said, but be warned that subs trying to get me to punish them are...<strong>boring!</strong>"<br>Somehow, her tone suggests that she prefers people that kill puppies - although maybe not by a wide margin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 19:00:51</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Going with the flow</strong><br><br>"I"d say they think a lot of you.&nbsp; But it's a bad habit for them to have."<br><br>She unclipped the holster from her belt at the small of her back, slipped it into the bag,&nbsp; the black-handled butterfly knife was fished out of a bck pocke, likewise into the bag.&nbsp; "The .380 has no safety, it's double action.&nbsp; Be careful with it.&nbsp; No clip to eject either, the rounds feed in through the ejection port."&nbsp; Susan stood with some soothness, braced a foot against the table edge, began unlacing her shoe.&nbsp; Slowly.&nbsp; "The knife is combat sharp, not razor sharp, but be carefull."&nbsp; Slowly pulling the shoe eoff, rolling up he jeans, very slowly rolling down her sock, slipping it off her foot, tucking it in the shoe, setting the shoe on the seat she had jsut left.<br><br>And slowly repeating the process with her other shoe.&nbsp; "I would never disobey an order simply to be disobeying an order.&nbsp; Very poor form and a bad habit to have."&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes on that whip, never leaving it.&nbsp; Watching it the way a bird watched a snake.&nbsp; Her voice wasn't shaking, and she kind of marveled at that as she stood straight.&nbsp; Swaying to the beat, then a bit more.&nbsp; Not a professional stripper by any means, she was a bit unsure... she decided to follow her gut,&nbsp; as she stepped back from the table, stepped to Mara's side of the table to make sure the younger woman got a good view.<br><br>Something in her head was shutting down.&nbsp; She wasn't as on edge.&nbsp; Not as alert.&nbsp; Her attention was focusing on the music.&nbsp; On Mara's eyes.&nbsp; On that whip. <br><br>That whip.&nbsp; Something in her gut was waking up.&nbsp; Those eyes.&nbsp; Something along her spine was turning to heated ice, it felt like.&nbsp; A shift in the tempo of the music, she turned around, her back to Mara. hands griping the bottom hem of her t-shirt, smoothly pulling it off and God, gooseflesh all over.&nbsp; Not the hot passion of disrobing/being disrobed&nbsp; for or by a lover.&nbsp; But she could feel herself heating up.&nbsp; She dropped the shirt near her carryall, and as she pulled off her sports bra, she turned again&nbsp; as her small breasts came free before the younger woman's eyes.<br><br>Very objectifying eyes, studying a... toy.&nbsp; Not a person, really.<br><br>Well.&nbsp; Susan had blown her stack when guys looked at her like that.<br><br>No woman had ever looked at her like this.<br><br>She began running her fingers along the tops of her jeans, slowly around from spine to navel and back, then unbuttoned her fly, zipped it down, worked the jeans off her hips... she wasn't good enough to keep dancing and get the damn jeans off at once, she stopped, and pulled them down, stepped out of them.<br><br>The panties... were a lot less cumbersome. Almost despite herself, or maybe not despite herself, she found herself enjoying this.&nbsp; Mara seemed to be enjoying this, but the way she was running that whip through her fingers was alarming.&nbsp; Not entirely in a bad way.<br><br>Now or never.&nbsp; Susan hooked her fingers in her panties and started drawing them down, sturning slowly as her hips swayed, her head nodde, her feet shuffled in time to the music.&nbsp; Wondering what Mara would make of the shrapnel scars on her outer right leg, the line on her lower left arm&nbsp; left by a shred of hot metal that had grazed her on the way to killing the driver of the humvee.<br><br>A sign that the street doctor was no stranger to physical pain.&nbsp; Maybe a challenge to be met?<br><br>Susan stopped turning, still swaying slightly, she faced Mara dircetly as she skinned out of her panties, held them to one side.... and dropped them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then she she went into parade rest, feet slightly apart, hands behind her back, tsanding straight.&nbsp; Meeting the Domme's eyes directly.<br><br>And ignoring the voice in the back of her head telling her she was out of her fucking mind.&nbsp; Hell, she knew that already. <br><br>She had been for almost a year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 19:36:49</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Getting comfortable.</strong><br><br>It was a pretty bare setup. Another foreclosed mc-mansion that got gobbled up in the recession leaving behind the empty disposable container. Kat must have gotten it pretty cheap at an auction, Defiantly a Miami style safehouse. A family of four credit cards must have lived here once. Mari could see faded spots on the walls and floor where Plasma TVs and Ikea furniture used to be, all gone.<br><br>All that remained was the kitchen and bathroom fittings which were bolted in place, and a futon that Kat had dragged in. There was also an impressive stock of canned food and bottled water in the cabinets. Some hygiene products in the bathroom, and changes of clothes folded carefully next to the futon. There might have been weapons too but if there were, they would be hidden better.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC: Searching the place for anything hidden such as hidden rooms, booby traps, or weapons caches.</div><div class="spoiler_body">Senses three criminal two: 2, <strong>4+2</strong>, 4: One success. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=44145)</div></div><br>Mari climbed the stairs to the bathroom and stripped off her bikini. Rinsing it in the sink and hanging it up to dry on the towel rack. She then stepped into the shower and washed the salt off of her naked body and out of her hair. After a day of running around like this, it was nice to be clean again.<br>Kat only had one towel so Mari used it to dry her hair and went downstairs in the nude. Not wanting to borrow Kat's clothes she made sure the curtains were drawn and looked around in the cabinets for something to eat. Mostly canned junk, but she could make it work.<br>When Kat returned she would find Mari, still naked, and eating soup out the pan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 12:25:55</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Guiseepe’s<br>Striking up a Job</strong><br><br>“Yeah, but snipers tend to leave a mess,” Malaya retorted smugly as she leaned forward against the old wooden table, “I’ll take the 3k in twenties then and you have yourself a deal.” <br><br>A frothy beer hit the table along with a couple of sodas and breadsticks; the rest of the meal still missing. <em>Finally, something normal</em>, Malaya thought. “So, how’d you like to me contact to you when the job’s done?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 16:54:35</strong>
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				<strong>Kat <br>At the Police Station<br>Aiming to pay for Damien's release</strong><br><br>Kat parked up the bike and made her way inside the police station. She managed to draw way too much attention as she walked through to reception, but brazen as she was, attention she could live with. Only she would walk into a cop-house wearing a gun, carrying her bag and thinking she owned the place.<br><br>She walks up to the desk and asked the clerk. <br>"I'm here to bail out a guy...umh...Damien? He was brought in earlier tonight." she rifled through her bag, searching for the cash she had brought with her to pay the informant, not realising that she would be using it for bail instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 16:37:23</strong>
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				<strong>Malaya<br>At Guiseepe’s<br>Striking up a Job</strong><br>"That's easy. Here's this account, http://www.facebook.com/chonginshonlin (http://www.facebook.com/chonginshonlin) that you remember. When you're ready, just ask him a friendship, and message him to suggest meeting at the place of wherever you have left them".<br>He smiled wickedly.<br>"This way, even if someone gets all your correspondence, they wouldn't have definitive proof. You can always pretend he's looking like an old acquintance. As for me, well, nobody could track it back".<br>He took out a convert with dollar bills and slipped it to her.<br>"One k U$ in advance. Will bring the rest after you're done with the job. Now, care for a question or two?"<br>Butterfly was nodding "no" on the other side. Of course, the decision was hers, and the food wasn't there yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 16:55:08</strong>
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				<strong>Kat <br>At the Police Station<br>Aiming to pay for Damien's release</strong><br>The desk sergeant was a short-haired greying man who walked with a limp and talked with an weird accent. Russian? Maybe, but not quite, if her language abilities were up to it.<br>"Damien... yes. He's there, and he sure would be glad if anyone pays off for him. 5k would suffice...", he looked her up and down, as if wondering whether she's got that kind of money. "He was at the sight of a shooting. And did you know your...guy's been involved in pit-fights? He might even have a motive to assist the murderer, whoever that was!"<br>He sipped from his coffee.<br>"It's up to you, but if you really pay for him, make sure he pays you back before you let him out of sight, is all I'm goin' to tell ya, young lady!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 18:29:44</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Going with the flow</strong><br>"I love an woman that takes care of her guns", Mara smiled. She took the weapons with a piece of cloth and put them in the plastic bag. Then she simply stashed it under the table and cracked the whip. But she wasn't looking at the whip any more than Susan was.<br>She had locked her gaze with Susan, and only took it off to stroll over her body. Waves were running down the whip's end, moved by her wrist in the musuc's rhythm.<br>She seemed content with her toy, as Susan lost her bra. Then the whip seemingly grew more menacing, as the mature woman was stepping out of her jeans. Then it calmed back while she started moving her hips again while pulling the panties down.<br>It didn't seem like she more than registered her scars, and they didn't phase her.<br>Then Mara's hand moved, and the whip lightly fell on Susan's left shoulder. It wasn't a strike, more like a caress from shoulder to the middle of the thigh. And then it began to wave like a real snake, climbing back up her body, until it got near her neck.<br>Then it entangled around the woman's neck. Mara was smiling.<br>It wasn't a loop, as Susan quickly realised - she had turned it around her neck twice, so the cord wasn't sliding. Instead, it meant that she could...<br><em>...Susan felt a jerk forward, almost losing balance and was pulled...<br></em>...up to where Mara was standing. And then the pull directed her down, hinting to kneel.<br>"Very well, though you'll have to learn better dancing. But for now, your next task is to undress me. Keep to the rhythm, sub!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 19:34:37</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Going with the flow</strong><br><br>Heat, the heat of her, Susan swallowed visibly, hr eyes wide with something very primitive burning behind them.&nbsp; that whip, Mara was an artist, Susan didn't doubt that for a moment.&nbsp; The street doctor knelt at once, sinking to her knees smoothly, then bending a little more to roll up a pant's leg, quiclkly and smoothly unlace Mara's left boot, gently lifting the leg to slide a foot clear, set the boot down, and carefully rolling the sock down of the foot, easing the foot down to the floor, and dropping the sock into the boot.<br><br>Every move, ever motion, every effort in time with the beat, swaying slightly as she moved and worked.<br><br>Rinse and repeat, slowly with the other boot and sock and foot.&nbsp; Not looking up, keeping her head down, but lifting her gaze enough to stare at Mara's belt as she slid her hands up the Domme's legs to her hips, glide along the belt to the buckle, unfasten it, unbutton, unzip Mara's fly and slowly tug her fatigue pant's down.&nbsp; <br><br>Weight in the pockets.&nbsp; Wallet, keys, coins... other things.&nbsp; Susan kept her face blank.&nbsp; Not docile, but blank.&nbsp; Bracing, supporting each leg in turn as she helped Mara step out of her pants.<br><br>Those legs... Susan had seen those legs in the mirror when she was younger.&nbsp; The resemblance was...&nbsp; uncanny.&nbsp; that was the word coming to mind.<br><br>The panties.... black, but conservative cut.&nbsp; A comfortable cut.&nbsp; Susan hooked her fingers in the upper hem, and rolled them down, not roughly tugging them down.&nbsp; Mara had a landing strip, but was otherwise shaved.&nbsp; Well, a lot of women did these days.&nbsp; Susan's bush was full but trimmed.<br><br>She felt intensely relieved to finally find a difference between them.<br><br>Wanting to her hands along Mara's belly, just a bit up under the shirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thinking about how soft that skin would be under her lips.&nbsp; NO.&nbsp; She had not been ordered or given permission to do that.<br><br>Reluctantly keeping her hands out from under the shirt, then slowly unbuttoning the bottom button, flowing up to the next, unbuttoning again, fingers flowing up to the next button, releasing it, the next, the next, the shirt was unfastened, she had to stretch a little to tug the shirt back, Mara shrugged out of it one shoulder at a time.&nbsp; Mouth so close to the younger woman's lower ribs, Susan had to fight not to run her tongue along the bottom ribs.&nbsp; She didn't.&nbsp; She hadn't been given permission to.<br><br>The bra, front closure.&nbsp; Susan tapped her fingertips on the bra cups, in time to the beat, then hunhooked the bra, held it open for Mara to shrug it off.<br><br>God it was hard to think, her mouth was dry.&nbsp; Those luscious young tits.&nbsp; So much like her own, but just a bit firmer.<br><br>Incandescently aroused, faintly marveling that her nectar wasn't running down her legs, Susan carefully placed her hands flat on the tops of her thighs as she sank back, her haunches on her heels.<br><br>And still, she swayed slightly to the beat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 11:56:42</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Getting comfortable.</strong><br>Under a tile on the floor, Mari found a single shell. It was a 5.56 mm shell.<br>If someone had hidden something, maybe it was still there. It just wasn't obviously available. Maybe she could find it, but it would be tiring...<br>The soup's water whistled - one of those new casseroles that signal you when the water is boiling - and interrupted her thoughts.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">That's not me giving you a chance for a new roll, but giving you a chance to use Fortune. Since you got both 2 successes, I decided you can learn something not immediately useless.<br>If you use Fortuna, you can find out she's more than she seems. Looks to me, that could be the beginning of a great friendship :P.<br>Of course, that depends on Mari and Kat.</div></div>Whatever the case, she could prepare the soup now. At least, she could get some food in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 19:40:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7806855#msg7806855">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 01-03-2013, 11:56:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Getting comfortable.</strong><br>Under a tile on the floor, Mari found a single shell. It was a 5.56 mm shell.<br>If someone had hidden something, maybe it was still there. It just wasn't obviously available. Maybe she could find it, but it would be tiring...<br>The soup's water whistled - one of those new casseroles that signal you when the water is boiling - and interrupted her thoughts.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">That's not me giving you a chance for a new roll, but giving you a chance to use Fortune. Since you got both 2 successes, I decided you can learn something not immediately useless.<br>If you use Fortuna, you can find out she's more than she seems. Looks to me, that could be the beginning of a great friendship :P.<br>Of course, that depends on Mari and Kat.</div></div>Whatever the case, she could prepare the soup now. At least, she could get some food in.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Getting nosy.</strong><br>Mari placed the empty shell on the countertop as she took the soup off the stovetop and stirred it with her spoon. While she waited for it too cool of she decided to do a little more searching to follow up on that shell.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spending 2 fortuna.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 19:51:50</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Getting nosy.</strong><br>It wasn't just a little searching. Mari went to pick up the boiling water, warmed some packaged soup, and ate some. Then she darted, mid-spoon.<br>She hasn't checked the ceiling.<br>This time, work went faster. After she noticed a roughly rectangular shape in the room with the best defensive shape, she looked around. Then, slapping her head, she moved around the lamp's cord.<br>The rectangular shape opened, and an assault rifle in a long box slid to the ground. This was indeed a safe house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 20:06:48</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Going with the flow</strong><br>Rolling in the rhythm.<br>That was what Mara haven't stopped doing for a moment since she gave her the order to make a striptease for her. Her hips, her belly, her arms... even her whip was moving rhythmically.<br>She didn't stop doing it while Susan was disrobing her, either. Instead, she twisted her body like a dancer, or a snake, trying to shed a skin - and it actually sped up the process.<br>Their movements synchronised at some point, as Susan was also doing her best to work in the rhythm. Yet they danced apart, even if only inches apart, never actually making skin contact.<br>It was at that point that Susan sank back, her haunches on her heels, swaying slightly to the beat. Moments later, the whip caressed her exposed back. It wasn't a strike, Mara had merely passed it behind her back, grasping the working side of it in her left hand as well.<br>She now had a very short piece of leather strips that ran behind Susan's back, which she passed under the older woman's armpits.<br>"What a disciplined sub", she nodded. Her voice was throaty and full of anticipation...or maybe that was promise? "You proved you can hold on and execute orders exactly as given. I should have you teaching that to my other subs...Maybe. Later, at any rate".<br>She hasn't stopped her own swaying. And now, the leather tightened under Susan's armpits, pulling her slowly up until she got to a level with Mara's tits, which were swaying like the rest of her.<br>And then Mara pulled her tighter, finally bringing her in contact with herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 23:26:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7812395#msg7812395">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 02-03-2013, 19:51:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Getting nosy.</strong><br>It wasn't just a little searching. Mari went to pick up the boiling water, warmed some packaged soup, and ate some. Then she darted, mid-spoon.<br>She hasn't checked the ceiling.<br>This time, work went faster. After she noticed a roughly rectangular shape in the room with the best defensive shape, she looked around. Then, slapping her head, she moved around the lamp's cord.<br>The rectangular shape opened, and an assault rifle in a long box slid to the ground. This was indeed a safe house.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mari opened the box and placed it on the table next to her soup. Still naked she took another bite and opened the box, examining the weapon inside. Making sure it was unloaded she began to field strip it, almost without thinking. If nothing else it kept her occupied while she waited for Kat to return.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 01:27:04</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Getting Physical</strong><br><br>Leather.&nbsp; Susan wasn't a leather girl per se, but&nbsp; since her one experiment with vinyl leggings had been a dismally unexiciting faiure... she rather liked the smell, the touch of leather?&nbsp; It did have a primal edge to it, oh yes.&nbsp; She nodded at the compliment - and that was indeed a compliment.&nbsp; <br><br>Following the pull of that whip, she rose, slowly, carefully,&nbsp; bending at the knees as she rose, keeping her face level with Mara's bosom.&nbsp; Inches away, and Oh God, if this was a test it was a rough one.&nbsp; The pull was a blessing, Susan put her hands behind her back, one hand locked on the wrist of the other arm.&nbsp; And kissed Mara's soft skin, a dry kiss between the breasts that turned into a wet kiss just below a nipple, moving along the inside curve of the breast, above, then outside not quite touching the tip.&nbsp; Wanting to, very much.&nbsp; Looking directly into Mara's eyes as she finally allowed herself to, well.&nbsp; She gently sucked the nipple into her mouth, and a good bit of the very soft flesh around it, closing her eyes, and sucking very hard, painting pictures with her tongue in broad slow strokes on the hard tip, the softer flesh around it, as much as she could take into her mouth.<br><br>Delightful.&nbsp; &nbsp; Held in place by the looped whip, and not wanting at all to fight it.&nbsp; Tension?&nbsp; What tension.&nbsp; She had never felt more relaxed in months.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 21:11:55</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Getting Physical</strong><br>Mara panted in a low voice. The hardening affected both the nipple and the flesh around it - though less so - betraying her pleasure. Sure, it didn't seem like she was trying to hide it, either.<br>If anything, Susan was pretty sure she could detect - not feel directly, not smell, and certainly not hear, but detect somehow - that Mara's juices were running. The girl did carry her hearth on her sleeve, even when she didn't have a sleeve. Like now.<br>Or maybe it was just when she felt relaxed, with a sub.<br>Whatever the case, the whip strolled to Susan's back of the head, and kept it there. Mara was setting her the pace, and she seemed to enjoy it.<br>At the same time, her knee rose between Susan's thighs, sharply, and slowed&nbsp; only at the last moment. Instead of delivering a strike, she gently rubbed the slit of the older woman, while the whip kept her head where it was.<br>"You're doing well", Mara whispered, dreamily. "I'm allowing you to use your hands as well, now!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 13:40:38</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Getting Physical</strong><br><br>hands.&nbsp; Susan;s hands were strong, with long fingers.&nbsp; She had small calluses from holding assorted imlements for minor surgery, but she kept them as soft as she could - her patients preffered it that way even if they didn't know it.<br><br>Dropping to her knees, kissing Mara's belly, dropping her hands to the tops of the Dommes feet, slowly stroking up the front of the legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just barely stopping short of the joining of thigh and torso. Moving to the side slightly, and slowly back down, very slowly.&nbsp; moving again, to fresh skin, very slowly and lingeringly, fingers trailing in lazy circles as she moved back up.&nbsp; Kissing Mara softly and wetly along the upper edge, the sides of her landing strip now.&nbsp; Susan's hands had covered the front, the sides, the backs of the Domme's legs now, her palms slid along Mara's ass, then back down, palms on backs of thighs as the street doctor's fingers slipped to the inner thighs,.&nbsp; Keeping a firm but not tight grip, her hands moved down those beautiful legs , then very slowly began moving up.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 03:33:05</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Getting Physical</strong><br>The Domme sighed deeply, and visibly relaxed under Susan's touches. Then the whip looped around her own neck.<br>Once again, Susan could feel it wasn't a loop. Mara was just going to...<br>With a pull and a twist, the younger woman pulled her back upright, then turned her to face the table. The whip pulled, and Susan found herself on top of it, face down, her tits pressed against the cold surface. Well, as cold as it got.<br>Which was when she realised Mara was holding the whip with only one hand. Where was the other?<br>She heard a wet sound - almost like the sound of someone's hand being inserted, then pulled out of a wet mouth - and two or three of Mara's outstretched, wet fingers inserted themselves in her slit.<br>"Now you're going to scream for me, dear", the Domme whispered, still not releasing her neck.<br>That was before the finger-fucking began in earnest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 04:17:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7802271#msg7802271">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 28-02-2013, 16:55:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat <br>At the Police Station<br>Aiming to pay for Damien's release</strong><br>The desk sergeant was a short-haired greying man who walked with a limp and talked with an weird accent. Russian? Maybe, but not quite, if her language abilities were up to it.<br>"Damien... yes. He's there, and he sure would be glad if anyone pays off for him. 5k would suffice...", he looked her up and down, as if wondering whether she's got that kind of money. "He was at the sight of a shooting. And did you know your...guy's been involved in pit-fights? He might even have a motive to assist the murderer, whoever that was!"<br>He sipped from his coffee.<br>"It's up to you, but if you really pay for him, make sure he pays you back before you let him out of sight, is all I'm goin' to tell ya, young lady!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Kat <br>At Police Station<br>Paying Bail</strong><br><br>Kat took the money out of her bag, begrudgingly. She had anticipated having to pay him off, but was rather hoping that she didn't have to. She was looking forward to possibly cracking his skull when she saw him. <br><br>She eyed the funny little clerk, her Russian non-existent apart from the occasional word here or there. <br><br>"Here's the cash? Can I have my prize?"<br><br>Her irritation was clear and she hoped his information was good.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 12:36:15</strong>
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				<strong>Kat <br>At Police Station<br>Paying Bail</strong><br>The man raised his eyebrows.<br>"Your prise? That dirty old...", he cut himself short and sighed. Just a weary man who's had too much caffeine.<br>"Here, sign this pile of documents, while I go fetch your chicken!"<br><br>Several minutes later, the guy was near her. He looked older than he was, distressed, and with scratch marks on his face while he was hurriedly closing up his jeans.<br>"I'll owe you one for coming just in time, girl! Now, let git outta here!"<br>The cop snickers. Damien, however, almost storms out, barely stopping to sign the required documents.<br>Only once on the street, he motions for you to walk. Nobody can use parabolic anything while you're walking, after all.<br>"Fine, gal... You wanted to know about Italians, right? I guess you've heard the Dixies got a rather heavy strike. Some Columbian or Brazilian hitman put a bullet in the brain of their boss. I was at the property, since I've been training one of his "little girls", as he calls them... he always gives them something useful once they grow up to be of no interest to him! This one turned out to be a fighter at heart, I'm telling ya! She won her match the day before, when nobody expected her to beat that crazy fast bitch", his voice booms with pride. "And it's kinda what started it. The Brazilian also had one of his fighters suffering an accident, which made for too much losses, I guess. He didn't take it well, so they started a shoot-out. The cartels are going to mop off the Dixies now, before they get new leaders and reinforcements. The Italians and Russians are staying aside, as much as they can, although the Commies are unhappy with the shootin'...they say it's bad for business. Ugh, what else did you want to hear?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 22:48:15</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Getting Done</strong><br><br>A moment of raw panic - it was hard to breathe, then Susan gripped the far end of the table, gritting her teeth.&nbsp; She wasn't quite ready for this.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Mara!'&nbsp; Not ready at all.&nbsp; Swallowed against the whip, swallowed again and damn it was ahrd to breathe that hand at her folds, those fingers in her tunnel weren't gentle at all, the fingers hooked slightly, nails scraping at her inner walls - "Stop, sTOP!"&nbsp; The scream the Domme wanted.&nbsp; Susan shuddered, swallowed again.&nbsp; Or tried to.&nbsp; She could still breathe but not it was with a rasp, couldn't swallow, had to keep her airway as clear as she could.<br><br>So she pushed some saliva out of her mouth with her tongue, drooling onto the table.<br><br>Part of her, the small still rational part thinking this was one hell of a bad position to be in.<br><br>A larger part just digging in, hardening her grip on the table edge, getting set for the ride.&nbsp; And she gave her Domme what she wanted again,&nbsp; "Pleeeeaagghhhk!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KatKwik</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 14:45:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7845927#msg7845927">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-03-2013, 12:36:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat <br>At Police Station<br>Paying Bail</strong><br>The man raised his eyebrows.<br>"Your prise? That dirty old...", he cut himself short and sighed. Just a weary man who's had too much caffeine.<br>"Here, sign this pile of documents, while I go fetch your chicken!"<br><br>Several minutes later, the guy was near her. He looked older than he was, distressed, and with scratch marks on his face while he was hurriedly closing up his jeans.<br>"I'll owe you one for coming just in time, girl! Now, let git outta here!"<br>The cop snickers. Damien, however, almost storms out, barely stopping to sign the required documents.<br>Only once on the street, he motions for you to walk. Nobody can use parabolic anything while you're walking, after all.<br>"Fine, gal... You wanted to know about Italians, right? I guess you've heard the Dixies got a rather heavy strike. Some Columbian or Brazilian hitman put a bullet in the brain of their boss. I was at the property, since I've been training one of his "little girls", as he calls them... he always gives them something useful once they grow up to be of no interest to him! This one turned out to be a fighter at heart, I'm telling ya! She won her match the day before, when nobody expected her to beat that crazy fast bitch", his voice booms with pride. "And it's kinda what started it. The Brazilian also had one of his fighters suffering an accident, which made for too much losses, I guess. He didn't take it well, so they started a shoot-out. The cartels are going to mop off the Dixies now, before they get new leaders and reinforcements. The Italians and Russians are staying aside, as much as they can, although the Commies are unhappy with the shootin'...they say it's bad for business. Ugh, what else did you want to hear?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><strong>Kat<br>Police Station Parking Lot<br>Sourcing information</strong><br><br>Kat looked at the pathetic speciman of a man and cursed that she had to pay his bail. She gave him a filthy look that would have made lesser men shrivel, but this one was as obblivious as they come. <br><br>He was spouting information, but sorting through was taking her concentration and&nbsp; avoiding smacking him in the mouth was hard. Instead she focused hard, scowling at him. <br><br>"So, how about some names? Someone I can talk to, possibly the girl?"<br><br>"Who is involved? Tell me everything that happened, names, times and contacts. "<br><br>She growled, thinking that controlling her temper was getting harder to do. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 23:57:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7899457#msg7899457">Quote from: KatKwik on 17-03-2013, 14:45:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><strong>Kat<br>Police Station Parking Lot<br>Sourcing information</strong><br><br>Kat looked at the pathetic speciman of a man and cursed that she had to pay his bail. She gave him a filthy look that would have made lesser men shrivel, but this one was as obblivious as they come. <br><br>He was spouting information, but sorting through was taking her concentration and&nbsp; avoiding smacking him in the mouth was hard. Instead she focused hard, scowling at him. <br><br>"So, how about some names? Someone I can talk to, possibly the girl?"<br><br>"Who is involved? Tell me everything that happened, names, times and contacts. "<br><br>She growled, thinking that controlling her temper was getting harder to do.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"The girl?", he looked aghast, and measured her with a look. Whatever he saw, actually seemed to calm him.<br>"Street name is Cherry. Real name? Samantha Something-or-other, but good luck finding anyone who knows her under that name!", he shrugged. "Contacts? Ask at Vito's boxing club. Or at Fitness club "Extra Fit". Both are in the yellow pages. She'll go to one of those places whenever they let her go. Seemed rather shaken, though, so they might keep her for the night - or it might be because a doctor seemed to be fancying her."<br>"Who's involved in what? The fight? They're Latino kings, gal. I hear the organiser went under a silly nickname, Johnny. He looks as much of a Johnny as I look like Bruce Lee, but I dunno if he survived the shooting. If he did, he's in hiding. I can give you a picture with his face, it's on my mobile, but after that...", he shrugged. "Those people don't want others to be able to find them without an appointment. Too many might be tempted to do just that, if you catch my meaning."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 09:05:11</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Getting Done</strong><br><br>The whip suddenly disappears from Susan's throat. For a moment, Mara almost seems hesitant...almost.<br>"Please what? Sorry, dear, I've started already. Unless you're asking me to continue?"<br>The moment passes, and she spreads the older woman's legs, while crouching between them. Her tongue and mouth now replace the fingers - and she seems skilled enough with them. Or at least, she was good enough not to bite her, while remaining insistent. Instead, her tongue swirls around, looking for the most sensitive spot.<br>She makes the logical choice at first, and licks her clitoris, watching out for her reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 14:49:33</strong>
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				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Getting Done, woo-hoo!</strong><br><br>The warm lick didn't clear her mind, but it sure focused her mind.&nbsp; ""Don't stop!"&nbsp; Being able to breath freely again helped lots.&nbsp; Her fingernails were scraping againt the table edge, arms tene and tight as she pushed back against the Domme. <em>That wasn't so bad, took me by surprise but wow, breathplay isn't too</em> - pretty much her last thought, coherent thought was almost impossible for her now.&nbsp; Those teeth graaing very tender flesh, just a hint of what was there, and fingers gripping her ass&nbsp; that weren't really gentle at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 03:08:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's booth<br>Getting Done, woo-hoo!</strong><br>Even if Mara was surprised, she didn't quite show it. Instead, she buried her face into Susan's folds, licking her like a salt-starved deer licks the ground after suddenly falling into a salt mine.<br>Her clitoris got lots of attention in a short amount of time, that was to be sure. Mara wasn't using words this time, either. Instead, she squeezed her ass so hard that when she pulled aside, Susan's skin pulled apart as well, exposing the clitoris. And she was soon alternating sucking at it and licking it, playing with the tip of Susan's clit while her button was in her mouth.<br>Maybe she could only support this assault for a limited amount of time, but the Domme sure was giving it her all, probably focused on making Susan cum. <em>NOW!</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 03:14:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7813336#msg7813336">Quote from: AK47 on 02-03-2013, 23:26:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mari opened the box and placed it on the table next to her soup. Still naked she took another bite and opened the box, examining the weapon inside. Making sure it was unloaded she began to field strip it, almost without thinking. If nothing else it kept her occupied while she waited for Kat to return.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Someone else rang first, though. It was a middle-aged black woman in comfortable clothes. Just like those one might be wearing inside a house.<br>Well, one other than Mari, of course, since her idea of such clothes seemed to consist of bikinis, especially lately. Still, a gal in something that looked like a bath-robe was pressing on the door-bell.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 03:54:44</strong>
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				<strong>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Getting hidden.</strong><br><br>By the time the woman had arrived, Mari had reassembled and reloaded the rifle. When she heard the doorbell, she silently stepped up the to door's peephole and looked to see who was there. That did not look like the person she was expecting, and Mari didn't feel like explaining herself so some stranger. Better to wait and see what the woman did next. Ideally she'd try to make it look like nobody was home, but the lights were clearly on, even if the curtains had been drawn shut, but if she made no noise...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Sorry nobody's home</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nimbleness 4, stealth 2: 3, 2, <strong>5+1</strong>, <strong>5+1</strong>: Two sucess (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45766)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 13:10:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a bar's booth<br>Wipeout!</strong><br><br>Mara was a rough lover, very insistent, demanding even when she gave.&nbsp; Susan gave back, muscles trembling, then locking tight as her head lifted in a wild eyed-stare as she met Mara's Mara's smug eyes, nails scrabbling on the table edge as she braced and pushed her hips&nbsp; against - whiteout.<br><br>Some time later, she mumbled half coherently, "what is it with me and take-charge women lately, anyway?"<br><br>She was pretty sure she had made some noise, the Domme had a very self-satisfied air about her.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 21:56:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg8049744#msg8049744">Quote from: AK47 on 13-04-2013, 03:54:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mari<br>In the safe-house<br>Getting hidden.</strong><br><br>By the time the woman had arrived, Mari had reassembled and reloaded the rifle. When she heard the doorbell, she silently stepped up the to door's peephole and looked to see who was there. That did not look like the person she was expecting, and Mari didn't feel like explaining herself so some stranger. Better to wait and see what the woman did next. Ideally she'd try to make it look like nobody was home, but the lights were clearly on, even if the curtains had been drawn shut, but if she made no noise...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Sorry nobody's home</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nimbleness 4, stealth 2: 3, 2, <strong>5+1</strong>, <strong>5+1</strong>: Two sucess (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45766)</div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The woman lit up a cigarette, without stopping her ringing. Then she banged once on the door. "I fucking know you're there, Miss Cat or whatever! Fine, stay inside as long as you want!"<br>She threw the cigarette down in disgust, stepped on it and turned her heel before disappearing on the stairway. Her robe opened a bit, allowing Mari to notice that she didn't have weapons on her person. Probably a neighbour or something?<br>At the same time, a hidden phone buzzed. The voice of the woman who had brought her there was heard from the receiver.<br>"Mari, I'm terribly sorry! I wouldn't be back today, but I've got terribly bad news for a family member. So, I just grabbed my keys and left for Louisiana. You, uh... well. Put the key under the doormat before you leave, will you? I'd call the landlord next week when I know whether I'm going to be back at all. You can crash there until that moment, if you wish? Sorry we couldn't get to know each other better. Maybe at some other time."<br>When Mari found the phone - she had swiped it away herself - it turned out the number of Kat's mobile was hidden.<br>The sniper rifle gleamed darkly, reminding her that it wasn't the only thing Kat had kept secret.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 22:01:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a bar's booth<br>Wipeout!</strong><br>Mara seemed to shrug ever so lightly.<br>"Don't know the other take-charge women out there. But if you want me to venture a guess... you're an obvious sub, Susan. Always ready to take orders, neat, tidy, ordered. I wouldn't be surprised if you could repeat the instructions I gave you, in the exact order I uttered them!"<br>She grinned as a predator.<br>"Don't bother, though." The woman climbed over her body, and straddled her head. "My order shall be one even church guys should approve... what is pleasant to you, do to me as well!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 22:36:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's Booth<br>The girl on the bottom</strong><br><br>"Sub?&nbsp; For some."&nbsp; Watching Mara advance up her prone body was almost mesmerizing, slipping her arms under, her forearms over and cradling the folded legs astride hr head was natural, bently parting athe younger woman's folds with fingertips as she wriggled into just the right angle was.. essential.&nbsp; And kissing the slightly spread snatch was divine.<br><br>lLow broad lapping up one outer labia.... down the other, sweeping her tongue around, across Mara's opening, dipping into her opening, slowly, languidly tongueing her, pressing her lips to the woman's tunnel, licking inside her as far as could be reached.&nbsp; Not languidly, there was a drumbeat of music pulsing through the club, and Susan matched it, both rythym and speed.&nbsp; Delaying giving the Dom her own release... for a short while, then tilting her head back a little, licking further up languidly... then with a bit more speed, just a bit more, never quite wetly caressing the hooded pearl at the center of that coiling dance - for a time, but at the last possible moment before Mara just grabbed Susan by the hair and forced her mouth right where the younger woman wanted it to be... Susan took the Dom over her edge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 02:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's Booth<br>The girl on the bottom</strong><br>Mara was well over the edge, but she recuperated rapidly. And then she raised her head to look in Susan's eyes.<br>"That was good, sub." She seemed intent on saying some more, but then stopped and smiled.<br>"Got any plans for tonight? I can introduce you around here as my new sub", she noticed pulling a piece of black learther from her desk. It seemed barely big enough to for a female neck to fit inside. "Of course, that's if you want one of those. I think it would sate your need to belong... but that's up to you. I can also smuggle you out through the back door."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 16:50:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's Booth<br>Contemplating an offer</strong><br><br>Susan ran her fingertips over the collar, thinking, a faraway look in her eyes.&nbsp; "Tempting."&nbsp; She bent closer to examine the collar - and kissed it.&nbsp; "Very tempting.&nbsp; Not having to think or plan pr worry for a few more hours?&nbsp; But I have to go, I have to find out about some things before they bite me in the ass."&nbsp; She grinned, and gave Mara a kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; "And not in the good way."&nbsp; Susan fished a blank card out of her carryall, and wrote a number on it - bur not her name.&nbsp; "My cell.&nbsp; Call me when you want me.&nbsp; I will answer, and come to you as quickly as I can.&nbsp; This was certainly more fun than any therapy I've had.&nbsp; And a lot more fun."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 01:03:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg8083854#msg8083854">Quote from: Healergirl on 19-04-2013, 16:50:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a Bar's Booth<br>Contemplating an offer</strong><br><br>Susan ran her fingertips over the collar, thinking, a faraway look in her eyes.&nbsp; "Tempting."&nbsp; She bent closer to examine the collar - and kissed it.&nbsp; "Very tempting.&nbsp; Not having to think or plan pr worry for a few more hours?&nbsp; But I have to go, I have to find out about some things before they bite me in the ass."&nbsp; She grinned, and gave Mara a kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; "And not in the good way."&nbsp; Susan fished a blank card out of her carryall, and wrote a number on it - bur not her name.&nbsp; "My cell.&nbsp; Call me when you want me.&nbsp; I will answer, and come to you as quickly as I can.&nbsp; This was certainly more fun than any therapy I've had.&nbsp; And a lot more fun."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Didn't think of myself as therapist," Mara commented, starting to dress up methodically. "But I might call you for another appointment".<br>For some reason, she stressed the "might" part.<br>"Anyway. Take care of those things, and if you've got bite marks on your ass when you come next, I'm gonna slap you harder. With a paddle over the marks, to be precise. Now, on to you leaving here".<br>She produced a closed-face mask that she started to pull on Susan's head.<br>"Don't worry, I just don't want to let the others in on the fact that there has been a non-member amongst us. Some are prone to get upset. With this, the most you could get on the way out would be some groping."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 15:19:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Masked</strong><br><br>"Groping."&nbsp; Said very flatly, but despite a very jaundiied eye given to said mask as she dressed and settled her carryall on her shoulders - and poitedly retrieved her .380,&nbsp; She didn't resist when the damn thing was pulled over her head.<br><br>Eerie.&nbsp; She was quite sure she didn't like it one damn bit.&nbsp; to say the least.... but she gripped the younger woman's hand a bit hard, and obediently followed.<br><br>Groping, oh yes.&nbsp; She was at a simmering boil - mitigated by some amusement.&nbsp; Mara was well known, and she got several compliments on her new toy.&nbsp; Susan, well, did feel a bit puffed by that, yes she did.&nbsp; Susan was quite sure Mara hadn't chosen the most direct route out of the club... she let it slide.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 21:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg8151024#msg8151024">Quote from: Healergirl on 01-05-2013, 15:19:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>Masked</strong><br><br>"Groping."&nbsp; Said very flatly, but despite a very jaundiied eye given to said mask as she dressed and settled her carryall on her shoulders - and poitedly retrieved her .380,&nbsp; She didn't resist when the damn thing was pulled over her head.<br><br>Eerie.&nbsp; She was quite sure she didn't like it one damn bit.&nbsp; to say the least.... but she gripped the younger woman's hand a bit hard, and obediently followed.<br><br>Groping, oh yes.&nbsp; She was at a simmering boil - mitigated by some amusement.&nbsp; Mara was well known, and she got several compliments on her new toy.&nbsp; Susan, well, did feel a bit puffed by that, yes she did.&nbsp; Susan was quite sure Mara hadn't chosen the most direct route out of the club... she let it slide.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>After all the groping, Susan was out. Out into the night in Miami, near the docks. The sounds of happy laughter, angry screaming and something that sounded almost like a full-auto burst could be heard in the dark. Luckily the full-auto was far, far away.<br>Not so luckily, the angry screaming wasn't. But still, there was nobody in sight, and it was a small street. And - a miracle! - a cab slowed down and the driver, who seemed Puerto Rican, looked out at her with something that seemed almost comprehension.<br>It was no problem attracting his attention - lacking a client was probably why he had slowed down in the first place. The question was, to where?<br>And what did she have to do the next day?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 22:09:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In the Miami Night<br>Left to her own devices.</strong><br><br>The night was still rather young.&nbsp; And lively, but not tool ively by Miami standards.<br><br>"Where... Hm."&nbsp; Damn good question.&nbsp; She gave the cabbie the address of a little hole in the wall bar Damien and his buddies hung out at.&nbsp; She badly needed to reconnect with what was going on.&nbsp; A thought struck her.&nbsp; "Wait, drop me two blocks from that address."&nbsp; Just in case the Cops were watcihng, that had been quite a firefight, even by Miami standards.&nbsp; Someone other than Cops might be watching.&nbsp; Latin Kings?&nbsp; Best hope not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 21:50:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In the Miami Night<br>Left to her own devices.</strong><br>She got into the drinking hole, and the noise of the music engulfed her. It was classic jazz, and Miles Davis was staying for long on a single chord. The net he was weaving in and out of consonance and dissonance enveloped her, but felt strangely calming after all the excitement she has been through this day. Probably just what the fighters needed after a day giving and absorbing shocks in the gym.<br>They noticed her rapidly. Urbano was there, and he waved her to a table he was sharing with a couple other guys. One of them seemed at least part Lation, had a bald head, and looked Susan over appreciatingly. The other was a Caucasian-looking youngster, early twenties, and seemed to look first for the reaction of the older men, before giving her a look-over in turn.<br>Well, at least this one seemed to like what he had seen, as he smiled warmly. But he still couldn't beat Urbano.<br>"Hey, doc? Glad to see you! Take a seat, and have a drink. What leads you here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 16:25:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a very non-tourist bar<br>Sniffing the air</strong><br><br>"Urbano!"&nbsp; He got a light peck on the cheek, she knew him well enough for that.&nbsp; the others?&nbsp; Well, if they were with Urbano, they weren't immediately dangerous.&nbsp; No seat next to him at the table, so she took the one across from him - pointedly leavng equal space between herself and the other two - but she dis give them each a half-smile and a nod.<br><br>"I've been lying low.&nbsp; A dark rum and coke."&nbsp; The last to a waitress.&nbsp; "Nobody seems to want to&nbsp; bring me in.&nbsp; Officially anyway, so I'm poking my head up.&nbsp; Where's Damien?&nbsp; Is Cherry OK? Are any of my patients screaming for me? What's going on?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [IC] 2012: Vice and death in Miami [Atomic Highway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thufir Hawat</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 04:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg8256835#msg8256835">Quote from: Healergirl on 20-05-2013, 16:25:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br>In a very non-tourist bar<br>Sniffing the air</strong><br><br>"Urbano!"&nbsp; He got a light peck on the cheek, she knew him well enough for that.&nbsp; the others?&nbsp; Well, if they were with Urbano, they weren't immediately dangerous.&nbsp; No seat next to him at the table, so she took the one across from him - pointedly leavng equal space between herself and the other two - but she dis give them each a half-smile and a nod.<br><br>"I've been lying low.&nbsp; A dark rum and coke."&nbsp; The last to a waitress.&nbsp; "Nobody seems to want to&nbsp; bring me in.&nbsp; Officially anyway, so I'm poking my head up.&nbsp; Where's Damien?&nbsp; Is Cherry OK? Are any of my patients screaming for me? What's going on?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Urbano shook his head.<br>"Whoa, slow down... so, let's start with the easy ones. Haven't heard anything from your patients, and that's the easy partDamien is in jail. Turns out, he had skipped while being on parole in another state. Aggravated assault, I think, or something. I guess he's been drunk..."<br>"I wouldn't put a drunken brawl past him", another mutters. "I was lucky myself last time the guy tried to stab me with a broken bottle, so I didn't get arrested!"<br>"And you've got the scars to show for being lucky", the other one teases him. "It's just that he ended up worse off than you!"<br>"That's what counts!", Urbano cuts them short. "Now, on to the hard part. Cherry. I hear that's messy. She doesn't need you as a doctor, mind - just... she's a wreck nonetheless, from what I hear."<br>He raises and motions towards the far end of the bar.<br>"Not going to talk about it in front of anyone else, though. Sorry, guys, neither of you is a doctor. And you don't need to know what's happened to the chick."<br>He starts walking to that part. It's a small, shadowy corridor, near the WC rooms. There's nobody there at the moment. Obviously, he expected Sue to follow.
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