Iron Fist Mission 2 - Aéroport de Strasbourg, and the road to Châteaux Cervier
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				Title: <strong>Iron Fist Mission 2 - Aéroport de Strasbourg, and the road to Châteaux Cervier</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 16:37:50</strong>
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				(http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/509435028_7dbdf58e33.jpg)(http://www.instant-car-hire.co.uk/images/strasbourg.jpg)(http://www.marinasquare.com.sg/images/shops/avis.jpg)<br>The Avis Car rental desk at the Aéroport de Strasbourg Entzheim was manned twenty four hours a day. The girl in the pretty uniform was bored out of her skull as always. The usual early morning rush had long since ended, and the evening rush of returned vehicles was yet to get under way. The steady trickle of customers coming by simply did nothing to relieve the boredom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Aéroport de Strasbourg, and the road to Châteaux Cervier</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 11:35:38</strong>
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				<strong>Tisha Magnessen, renting a car</strong><br><br>Tisha Magnessen's heels were ticking in a rapid rhythm on the tiled floor as she walked toward the rental desk, pulling a medium-sized rolling suitcase behind her. She was clothed in a rather strict business outfit made of a long skirt, a white blouse, with a green-and-blue scarf loosely hanging around her neck. She was wearing medium-heeled, closed shoes.<br><br>An overweight couple was walking towards the desk as well, each pulling two huge suitcases. They had almost reached the counter but Trisha feigned not to see them and went directly to the front desk, passing them by in her fast-paced gait. The man coughed and then said, "Excusez-moi Mademoiselle, mais je crois que nous étions avant vous..."<br><br>Tisha slowly turned her head, looking at the overweight guy over her shoulder. She addressed him a seductive glance and a confident smile before answering in an English tinted with some northern accent, "I'm sorry sir, but I have a golden pass, and moreover, I hate waiting." She was brandishing a glistening golden card.<br><br>Then, without according the baffled man any more attention, in spite of the angry whispers his wife was addressing him, Tisha pushed the golden card and a sheet of printed paper over the desk to the attendant.<br><br>"Hello. My name is Trisha Magnessen. I have booked a car for one week. A sport cart. I want it fast, I hate slowness, both in actions and in minds."<br><br>She was looking at the desk attendant with a haughty air while ticking her nails on the counter impatiently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Aéroport de Strasbourg, and the road to Châteaux Cervier</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 12:28:55</strong>
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				The oriental girl at the Avis desk jumped out of her skin. She had been miles away, fantasizing about the latest Hentai movie she had down-loaded from a Japanese porn site, wishing it was her getting raped by those tentacles, when the woman with the North European accent spoke to her in English.<br><br>"Oh Pardon Mam'selle. I weel get eet as soon as I can!" She smiled and shoved the golden card into the slot on her desk, quickly comparing the data that was sent directly to her implant with the print-out, and comparing the woman's photograph, voice print, fingerprint and the DNA sample from her skin cells left on the card with those on record.<br><br>"Certainement, Mam'selle Magnessen. Ze activation codes are on your card. Eet weel guide you to ze car, Go out of ze door 'ere, to your left et suivit, uh... follow ze arrows zat appear on ze card. Aff a pleasant treep."<br><br>It wasn't often that a gold card carrying member came through her desk, but when they did, the clerk was all smiles and obsequiousness. As the woman walked away, the clerk sighed softly and turned to the couple who were evidently fuming. "Mes excuses, Monsieur et Madame. Titulaires d'une carte d'or, ont la priorité. Comment puis-je vous aider?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Aéroport de Strasbourg, and the road to Châteaux Cervier</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 13:57:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbankgreen.com/images/photos/2008/05/07/img_6538.jpg)</div><strong>Tisha, En route pour Château-Cervier</strong><br><br>Tisha's fast-clicking feet soon led her to her car. It was easy enough to spot in the parking as they had made sure to comply with her request about the colour: a bright pink.<br><br>She put her suitcase in the trunk, sat in the seat and immediately opened the roof, which gently folded itself down. She had a carnivorous smile as she made the engine to roar, testing its power. <em>Not bad</em>, she thought. Before starting though, she tied her scarf around her hair to prevent them from getting entangled on the way. Then she programmed her implant to show her the direction to Château-Cervier. Immediately, the way to go was like "painted" on her retina, along with all other useful information. She would be there in 42 minutes.<em> That is, if I manage to force myself to respect the speed limits</em>, she laughed inwardly.<br><br>On that, she was gone, in a roaring of engine and a hissing of tires.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Iron Fist Mission 2 - Aéroport de Strasbourg, and the road to Châteaux Cervier</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 01:19:34</strong>
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				<strong>Anne Laughton</strong><br><br>Anne drove the bus from the safe house (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4706474#msg4706474), onto the narrow country lane that was the only route from Strasbourg Airport to the target without driving about 75 km out of your way. She found what looked like a likely spot and pulled up. "Right, Calvin, get set up on the hill there. Make sure you have a good view of the road. If it looks like our girl isn't going to stop, take her out. If anyone else comes along that might queer the deal, and we haven't seen them, take them. You're on overwatch."<br><br>She turned to the hacker next. "Oni, go with him. Keep am eye on the net. If anything comes our way, I need to know about it. And keep working on those plans!"<br><br>She turned to the demolitions man. "Des, I want a charge under the car, big enough to flip it over and set the tank off but not big enough to blow it to bits... in the immortal words of Michael Cane, 'Your only supposed to blow the bloody doors off' - Or in this case, turn the fucker on it's lid."<br><br>The two heavies next. "You two hide yourselves in the bushes. You guys are on close support. If anything goes wrong, you step in to get me and Nikki out."<br><br>She turned last to her lover, who looked nothing like herself. "Ready, babe?"
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