Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)
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				Title: <strong>Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 11:19:52</strong>
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				The forest was quiet no more, the sounds of bullets and screams of pain could be heard by anyone near by. On one side were men dressed in black battle dress uniforms along with with a Kevlar vest that covered their entire torsos other accessories such as the gas masks that were equipped with night vision as well as their knee and elbow pads made them seem more then just rebel faction. Yet as bleak and dark as these rebels&nbsp; seemed they had all equipped their own weapons of various types and each had a patch on their arms, their own 'Coat of Arms' per say. On the other side were the more bleak soldiers, all forced to have no individuality besides their own name tags and faces. They wore a basic olive green uniform along with simple methods of protection such as their helmets. They had all their standard rifles, the Chinese Type 81, an older variant of the Kalashnikov of today's times but still an effective infantry weapon for these simple soldiers of the Communist overlords.<br><br>The reason for this small battle was an outpost that had been bothering the rebels for some time now, as the firing continued so did the orders to 'Move back' and 'Retreat' but almost all were cut off immediately as their cried were unheeded. The lights had been sabotaged by the rebels and just as soon as the firing began to lessen, the lights went back on. Orders were shouted again "Kill any survivors, if there are prisoners bring them to me and someone call the convoy!" someone ordered "We need to load any supplies into the trucks and get out of here as soon as possible... Corporal Lee!" he called "Someone find him!"<br><br>The man shouting these orders was stopped immediately as another man stepped in from the dark into the light "Commander!" he exclaimed, the man wore the exact same uniform as his men but the only difference was that, unlike them he only had a mere side arm and as though as cliche as this sounds, a blade strapped to his back. "Report..." the Commander said simply. <br><br>The man nodded "Um...all enemies are eliminated and we are in the process of sweeping the area for any runners as well as finding any prisoners and looking for supplies...Commander, may I ask you something?" the man said "Yes, Lieutenant you may... you don't need permission to ask me something, you know that already," the Commander said. The Lieutenant nodded "What do we do with the bodies?" he asked "Oh yes and their weapons as well as personal effects," he said. The Commander didn't say anything for a little while "If we have time bring the bodies in here, the weapons I saw that they carried were the old Chinese Kalashnikov's correct?" he asked and the Lieutenant nodded "Take as many as we can and as their personal effects...leave them be...unless they carry important information got it, Lieutenant?" he said and the Lieutenant nodded and ran off to give orders. "Lieutenant!" he yelled after him "If you find any prisoners ... bring them to me," he said and the Lieutenant nodded again<br><br>The Commander sighed as he looked down at the aftermath of the massacre, he didn't even consider the whole a thing a fight, it was more like a beating by the look of it. No casualties on his side or at least he thought, the Communists soldiers or 'Commies' as rebels all over the world started to call them after the war. He was only 10 years old when it all started but even then when the first attacks reached his hometown no one cared if he was just a child, all they cared about was surviving as is human nature.<br><br>He watched his men behind the gas mask that he still wore, he somehow liked anonymity of wearing it, even thought most of his own soldiers could probably just know who he was by just entering a room. Although his face was not revealed, it was obvious that he was quite tall, about 6”1', the uniform that he wore as was standard in his 'army' was hiding a lean but strong form, he waited for another report from any of his Lieutenants, but it seemed it wouldn't be awhile until they did. They were all too busy ordering the others around and organizing everything before they deserted the outpost.<br><br>From behind that gas mask, an unseen smirk was forming on his lips “If I don't do it...” he said softly to himself. He had long stopped caring about the soldiers that he had killed or he had executed, he took comfort in the fact that it was a 'Necessary Evil' and of course everyone else agreed with him. Yet when he had first been made the Commander it was not so, he would go through sleepless nights for weeks at a time and at the same time keep a strong and calm appearance for his people, he couldn't let them down it wasn't an option for him but at the same time he wished he had the option of choosing to be the leader of the City, but it was not so... he was the most suitable person for the job or at least thats what they told him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution 2037 /Intro for Elvra/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 01:27:12</strong>
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				For Elvra the promise 'for better, for worse, in sickness and in health'<br>meant not only something abstract idea but it was her life. Each and every day. As the man she married already was a very important person in the City's life even in that time, years ago. He was the one who had to organise the defence system and who was responsible for the safety of all these people. She was working as the leader of a medical team and was not affraid to travel through battlefields and destructed areas to save what remained. That was how they met each other.<br><br>The strong and firm, yet very soulful young woman caught his attention very soon and though the time and place was not romantic at all -and this is a gentle way of drawing- they <em>had</em> their romance that turned into a deep relationship and more later: marriage.<br>It was an unusual event in the City, the armed conflicts around were more and more frequent but they wanted to declare their love, their hopes and their <em>faith</em> in future. All this just made them a more better team as well, if it was possible. And they were as happy as they could be. When things turned worse, much worse and really hard times began for the rebels of this area Elvra's parents offered them the chance to move to a more safe part of the continent but both of them rejected this and stayed.<br>It was evident. <br><br>They chose their everyday fights and when he was elected, life went on the usual way. Only responsibility grew and the time they could spend together was more precious.<br>Until that day...<br>She was on a mission, carrying medicines and professional help to another rebel base and they tried to help citizens of the land all along their way.<br>The were attacked by gas. And Elvra was unfortunately far from the rest of the convoy. Inside that miserable hut she gave medical attendance to a five year old girl. On her way back she was unaware of the poison.<br>It was weeks she laid between life and death. She was given up by almost all the doctors. Only he repeated that she <em>will</em> stay alive and <em>will</em> be the same again.<br><br>Half of his belief turned out to be true. But the neurological damage was crushing. Her eyesight was gone and because of all the spasms and trepidations she could hardly move. And it was also for her soul. The woman who was always in move before now was like a ghost. Still beautiful -with a slim and elegant figure and her long, reddish brown, wavy hair- but frozen.<br>Then -it took time of course, but- things changed. She started to walk again, slowly but she made it. Though most of the objects she wanted to hold fell out of her hands. Better and worse days changed, she became much more sensitive and many times she had to search for words. But was able to smile again and the special bond between her and her husband seemed to survive all this. The soul connection - yes, indeed. In 'else' she rejected him. It was painful for both of them. But they were talking a lot, and tried to believe that one day everything will be as it was before. At least the Commander did so...<br><br>Elvra herself lived each day with self-loathing because she wasn't able to continue the missions anymore and to work together with him the way she wanted to. She supported him in everything she could, it was natural. But she felt herself so unhelpful and also ugly because of her constantly moving eyes and awkward movements. Being still deeply in love with her husband and knowing that the same is true from his side yet she felt that her life stucked. Probably forever...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 08:42:01</strong>
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				The siege on the stronghold was doomed from the moment it had been planned. In fact it had never been meant to be a succes. The only reason for this extermination was a decoy. As a spy, she had to sneak inside the rebel camp and, if she could, infiltrate to get information about the weak spots of the stronghold. This information could proof useful for other raids. Many of the men that were being murdered out there were mere criminals released from prison to set up this plan. What the promise of freedom would do to some people.<br><br>She however did not needed to be freed and when she had snuck over the wall protecting the north side of the camp, she stumbled into two soldiers that hadn't been called to battle. Quickly and agile as a cat she stuck her knife through one of their throats from behind, quickly withdrawing and slicing the other one's throat as he faced her in surprise.<br><br>"V Rossiya i lubliu, dirty capitalist," she whispered. <br><br>How she was able to infiltrate in the camp was a mystery to her since she hardly spoke the language fluently. Sure she could speak it but her accent immediately betrayed her communist side.<br><br>Zoya was slim and petite but could very well take care of herself. She was skilled in guns and handweapons and with her athletic body, she could easily out manouvre most of her male attackers. Now she was inside the camp and she pulled off the covertop that hid her snow white funky hair with red and blue highlights and her skyblue eyes. She had to find a place where she could stay hidden at day and make her rounds from at night. <br><br>Approaching a dark building, she snuck inside and tiptoed through. The decoy seemed to work.. until..<br><br>"Halt.. you there... stop moving and show me your hands!."<br><br><em>Merde..</em><br><br>Cursing herself for her recklessness she raised her hands and turned around. One or two soldiers and she would fly at them, killing them. There were only two... <br>Zoya knelt down a bit and then launched herself onto the two soldiers and stuck her knife through his chest. Then she saw the futility of her error as the soldier went down with a scream, she saw and heard other soldiers rush into the building. Soon she was hit on the head with something and before she passed out she noticed the sign 'Barracks three'.<br><br><br><br>When she woke up again she heard some of the soldiers saying she was being taken to their Commander. The ride was bumpy and the soldiers didn't exactly treated her with care. She was pushed out of the jeep and fell on the ground face down in the dirt at the feet of who later turned out to be the Commander.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 09:11:13</strong>
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				Heath, yes that was his name. His last name took the famous name of Winchester as well but of course he had no ties with the actual 'Winchester' name of course. Heath patiently awaited in his place as he overlooked that outpost, he didn't know why but he felt as though this had all been too damn easy, the enemy didn't even shoot straight but then again what did he care... more sheep to the slaughter and one less Communist walking on the street.<br><br>Elvra... he knew that she was worrying about him and this is the exact reason he wanted to get home as soon as possible. The rebellion and everything else didn't matter, for all he cared the rest of the world could rot just as long as him, Elvra and his people could be safe and sound. He hated being far from her but it was to be unavoidable... little did he know the small twist of fate that awaited him as he heard a distant scream "Probably someone that has been frightened... the night can be a little tricky at times. <br><br>He sighed as he heard squawks from multiple radios "Somethings happened..." he growled as he waited where he was, better that the enemy find him than someone else. Of course there was no enemy only a prisoner, he saw the jeep speeding his way and then stopped suddenly and saw that the woman was pushed out "Commander!" a soldier said "We caught this one... she doesn't appear to be with the enemy but she killed Peterson... and maybe two others... we are not sure we are making a roll call in order to check on everybody." <br><br>Heath was surprised as he looked at the woman that had managed to kill Peterson... the man was part of his Elite forces and yet... "You cuffed her and checked her for weaponry?" Heath asked. "Yes, sir!" the soldier said "Good..." he looked down at her "Um... Private Garland... is it?" Heath asked and the soldier responded with a nod "How many bullets are in that old revolver you have?" he asked "It's full Sir." The Commander nodded again "Good Soldier... now empty it out and leave one bullet in the chamber," he ordered and the lower class rebel did so.<br><br>Heath watched carefully as he unloaded and left the single bullet in the chamber and then handed it to him. He looked down at the woman again "Miss... what is your name?" he asked as he looked down at her, the revolver in hand. "Why did you kill my men?" he asked again as he took the gas mask off and dropped it to the floor, there was anger burning his bright green eyes as he looked down at her "Speak... now!" he said as he moved away some of his black hair out of his eyes. The man was young which was highly unexpected and not only that the young man was quite attractive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 09:52:46</strong>
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				Zoya smirked at the Commander. She was trained to be a spy and knew he wanted info and wouldn't just shoot her here. The whole show with the gun and the tone in his voice were a show he had to put up for his men.<br><br>She got herself together and stood up, not knowing the reaction of the Commander. If a little pain was all she was being put through, she'd be fine. Her training included some pain control even. Still with the smirk on her face she looked at the young man who was in control over the army and started clapping her hands.<br>"Well done, you capitalist scumbag. You got a victory over a group of prisoners," she said with her heavy accent, taunting the man in front of her. Her cover was blown and it was a matter of survival now.<br>"My name is not important since it won't make any difference in my fate would it?" <br><br>The smirk left her face and suddenly she looked serious.<br>"I killed your men because I could. They were a nuisance and got in my way."<br><br>Zoya knew very well that everything she had said to him only made him more angry but she wasn't quite done yet.<br>"What is your name then boy? Obviously your's is of more relevance than mine." <br>She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to go off in rage, taunting him with her attitude and questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 08:40:59</strong>
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				He looked at her, at first angered of what she had said to his face but then he began to laugh and he signaled the soldier from before over "Give me two more bullets...It's a six round revolver correct?" he asked and the soldier nodded as he gave him the two other bullets "Now... I want you to stay in the jeep... if anything happens then take her out alright?" he asked and the soldier nodded and saluted him "Yes, Commander."<br><br>He looked at her "You know what I found funny?" he asked her "That you call me a 'Capitalist'..." he sad seriously "You are implying that I am wealthy and that my people are wealthy as well when we barely scrape by year after year raiding your precious convoys full of food that was meant for the poor who sided with you're communist leaders but are only serving to fatten up the leaders of it all... In my opinion YOU are the Capitalist.... do not deny it, I know exactly how your system works and you know what your so called 'Leaders' are hypocrites." <br><br>He smiled at the answer he had given her attitude and comments "As for you killing my men... you do know that you have caused grief to families correct?" he asked "You probably shut out the thought of a little girl waiting for daddy to come home but never knowing that he never would... Am I in the ballpark Miss?" the young Commander didn't seem so young as he spoke on "I know that one of the men that you killed had three children, two daughters and one son as well as wife... what do you think will happen after they receive the news?" he asked "Not only have you taken the lives of my soldiers but you have taken the lives of their families as well... take comfort in the fact that you have a done a good job in your line of work...."<br><br>He sighed softly "By the way whether you are a Communist or not I do want to know your name..." he said as he loaded the other bullets in the revolver. He looked down at the gun "I'll tell you mine and you tell me yours, deal?" he asked "Also how about we make a little promise?" he asked "Whoever dies right now will have to engrave the others name in their tombstone.... got it?" he asked "Don't worry if you think of disarming me and killing me I have more than enough men to carry you out of her and force you to do it."<br><br>He sighed again as he looked somewhat bored as he placed the chamber in its placed and rolled it "Good..." he muttered to himself as he looked back up at her "My name is Heath Winchester... I am the Commander of a nearby city," he said smiling "Now I am sure you know of the game 'Russian Roulette'," he smirked "Very simple actually... its supposed to be one bullet in the chamber of a revolver but I have decided to increase the chance of death and make it a 50-50 chance of living or dying."<br><br>He smiled pleasantly at her but then his face turned serious "I'll go first..." he said simply as he raised the gun to his head and looked her directly in the eye as he slowly pulled the trigger *Click* "Interesting.... now you," he said almost cruelly as he raised the gun and pointed it at her head, he pulled the trigger *click* "Wow...Now that is luck but I'm afraid that in order to end the game somebody must die..." He wasn't even looking at her anymore as he raised the revolver to her again "Now lets try this again..." he said as he then suddenly turned moved the gun slightly to the left and pulled the trigger. There was a loud crack and then a hollow thud in the distance coupled with yells for help and squawks over various radios "Bastard... he thought he could just slip on that uniform," he said "No thanks to you of course... you provided that prisoner with the wolf's clothing in order to get into this Wolf's pack..." he sighed exhausted at his own theatrics.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 09:18:00</strong>
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				This man was bluffing as poorly as he was big and she kept silent all the time and launched off the moment he shot the gun. She could hear the bullet whistling past her ear and seconds later she smashed his arm and grabbed the gun, aiming it at him to make sure his guards wouldn't shoot her there.<br><br>"It's not polite to ignore the person you're talking to," she said, still taunting. She had tensed when he pulled the trigger with the gun on her head, but was pretty sure he loaded the gun the way he wanted and he wasn't planning on killing her. Her time to bluff now.<br>"Now it's my turn to speak. But first I want your men to lower their guns. No need for petty violence is there?"<br><br>The soldiers lowered their guns without the order and Zoya smiled friendly.<br><br>"First things first. I know the Russian Roulette all to well Capitalist Winchester. The game is played with a gun loaded by a neutral person."<br><br>She lowered the gun and gave it to one of the soldiers. <br>"Take out the bullets and reload it with four bullets," she said and turned her attention back to Heath.<br><br>"As for being a Capitalist, you support a Capitalist regime and you fight against the glory of the communism. That automatically makes you a capitalist in my eyes."<br><br>Zoya now produced her friendliest of all smiles and checked on the soldier to see if he really did change the bullets, like she said.<br><br>"I killed three of your men and limbed their families yes. If that makes me a bad person, think of all the people you killed just minutes ago on this battlefield. Don't talk about murdering when you are an exterminator," she spat at him at the insult.<br><br>The soldier had the gun ready and handed it to her. Zoya took it and without checking the chamber she handed it back to Heath holding it by the loop of the gun.<br><br>"My name is Zoya. Hardly fair is it? You only have to carve four letters while I have to carve a long boring capitalist name.." She smiled again, putting her hands in her side.<br>"But then again, nobody is going to die now." This was the boldest statement she ever made in her life especially since she just gave the only weapon she had back to Heath and his soldiers were all around her, ready to shoot her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 09:55:48</strong>
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				He had been scared for a split second but then as soon as she handed the soldier the gun he had begun to relax. The only thought that went through his mind was the fact that he would never see Elvra again but then that feeling soon disappeared as soon as she handed him the gun and he looked at her somewhat confused. She had the chance, to end his rebellion once and for all and stop strain that he was putting on the Communist countries.<br><br>"Well I am sorry, you had to endure my theatrics..." he said as signaled for the soldier "Take your gun back Private Garland... I won't need it anymore." The man took the gun but didn't move away "But... Sir you shot at one of our..." he was immediatley cut off "I shot a man who was pretending to be one of us, if you were more vigilant you would have seen that he was aiming this way... and not only that he was wearing Peterson's uniform its obvious since he always insisted of wearing that damn purple patch over his chest..." the soldier nodded and backed away almost immediatley.<br><br>"Lower your weapons... she is of no threat to us anymore," he said as he looked at all of them "Hurry up and finish up your duties, by the way if time allows begin digging graves... we will come back and bury the dead."<br><br>He turned his attention back to Zoya as his soldiers dispersed as ordered "You were never my target..." he said "Even if you were I probably could never pull the trigger on a woman, even if she threatened to kill me... unlike most I couldn't bear the thought of killing a woman... although I may be hypocritical since I technically did pull the trigger on you." He sighed realizing that he had just revealed a huge weakness "So its just Zoya huh?" he asked "Not considering of ever taking on someone's last name?" he asked smirking slightly "Or do you have mommy and daddy issues?" he asked.<br><br>"Well as a POW I can choose to do whatever I want with you," he said "I could let you go but that would risk my people and if I were to execute you... well that is not an option." He looked at her "I think I will take you in... like a stray kitten but under surveillance," he said "We will provide room and board for you as well as food but if you want that I will have to ask you to do me a favor," he said "Those three men... I want you to attend their funerals and explain to their families what happened, do not worry you do not have to tell them that you are the ones who killed them, that's a good deal, right?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 10:51:02</strong>
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				Zoya was flabbergasted as he gave away the gun and smiled when he sent off his soldiers. So it was bluff and this round of bluffing was hers.<br><br>She nodded at his remark of her name, not wanting to get into the details and listened to his 'offer.'<br>When Heath was done speaking she looked at him and thought for a minute. He wouldn't let her go, not like this. <br><br>"So what you're saying, you're going to take me as prisoner?" She blinked at him and relaxed her pose a little bit. In her home city she was used to a luxurious life and all the good amenities the city had to offer. Whatever city this rebels were in, it wouldn't be nice.<br><br>"If you let me go, I give you my word that I will tell my superiors the mission was a failure and that I found out nothing, because the prisoners army had killed everybody in their sleep. Of course you would have to leave here."<br><br>Sure the generals would have some difficulties believing it but some some money and other persuasive methods, she could pull it off. It sounded a lot better than being a prisoner in the hell hole Heath called his home.<br><br>"If you ARE going to take me in, you will have to take me because I will not go voluntarily." Having said this, Zoya moved back into a tensed pose, ready to take actions should he attack her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 05:38:20</strong>
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				"That will not do at all...you see we have had our home around these parts for years... it took a very long time to construct our city," he said "We even managed to finish the hospital last year and put in a play ground for the children.... I&nbsp; doubt my people would like to leave that place," he sighed "If we were nomadic like most other rebel groups then I would say 'yes' to your proposal but that is not an option for use... we spent a lot of money just beginning our construction."<br><br>He stopped and smiled slightly "I'm sure we can come to some agreement," he said "After all besides the fact that you killed my men, you seem to be a very reasonable communist unlike most others I have encountered." He turned his back to her for a second "If you try to run then you will be shot understand... of course not by me... you see my men have surrounded this place and I doubt you will get away alive especially with all your combat abilities," he turned back to her "I do not want to see you die... I have already killed enough innocents tonight without having an unarmed woman's blood on my hands," he his voice had an almost regretful tone as he said it.<br><br>If anything he would have guessed that most of those prisoners were political prisoners or rebels like himself or maybe men who were at the wrong place at the wrong time, that is why he wanted to come back here... to at least give them a decent burial. Yet besides that Zoya was being stubborn and he had to deal with it as soon as possible, they needed to get out of there he suspected that her comrades would soon be on the way there if she didn't report in soon or maybe they didn't care about her... it was a tough call.<br><br>"I won't take you forcefully because that would mean fighting and as I told you, I don't hurt women." He sighed as he turned back and reached into one of his pocket and put something in his mouth, he didn't chew or even swallow he kept it in there "As I told you I want to come to an agreement..." he said "Unlike your leaders who kill people who try to compromise with them or torture them until they see things their way... I am willing to compromise with people," he said he pretended to swallow the unknown object "Oh yes... I always keep candy with me just in case we find lost children," he smiled again "They cry and cry asking about their mothers and fathers but just a bit of candy seems to calm them down and we are able to bring them to safety... would you like some?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 10:39:58</strong>
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				"You are so wrong with your whole view of the communist leaders," Zoya stated boldly and rejected the candy. Her superstition didn't allow her to take it as it could be poisoned or whatever. In stead she eyed Heath and stood firm. If she had to stay here and they would force her to stay, she had plenty of time to sneak around and spy on the settlement so that she could report back when she saw a chance to escape.<br><br>"Okay I'll stay. On one condition," she said. "I want to stay in your house, since that is no doubt the most luxurious.<br>"And as for the funerals. Unless there is something in it for me, I'll not change my mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 08:52:46</strong>
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				"Am I?" he asked "Ask yourself... where you live... have people spoke up of injustices done to them by your leader and then suddenly disappeared and never came back? Or maybe they did come back but seemed quiet and somewhat empty as if they have lost all hope..." he had a serious look on his face "But I'd rather not add on to your burden by pointing out that all you have believed in up to this point is nothing but a lie and an extremely well thought out sham." He smiled slightly at his words as he held the candy in hand, the one he took was a sleeping pill that he had planned to slip into her mouth... by somewhat inappropriate means. In short, he would feel drowsy later on as the pill hadn't fully dissolved and spit it out almost immediatley as she seemed to agree with him.<br><br>"My house?" he asked "That seems appropriate, I will be able to keep a close eye on you... also I doubt you will be able to get info from my office... as you probably plan on doing," he stretched slightly and couldn't help but laugh when she said his house was 'Luxurious.' "If that's what you want to call it but me and my wife prefer to say it is modest... other than that I will be able to give you a room we have reserved for..." he stopped himself almost immediatley. The room that was near his and Elvra's room... it was meant for their child when they both decided it was time, yet ever since the incident with Elvra that vision had been wiped away. <br><br>He brought himself back to his senses "For guests..." he said softly as he went on as if he hadn't stumbled at all. He turned his back to her for a second and reached to his ear as he turned his headset on "Is everything set?" he said and waited for an answer "Good, now send a jeep over to pick us up... yes me and the prisoner... no, no handcuffs are required but I would prefer to have another vehicle for escort... she may have friends and I do not want to be surprised, very well Corporal..." He turned to look back at her "See? I am willing to compromise."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 12:26:54</strong>
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				Zoya felt no remorse or pity when the large commander stopped abruptly at describing who the room was for. She knew it had to be for somebody close to him who had died otherwise the strong man wouldn’t have flinched like he was now. <br>His office was the last of the places she wanted to spy around. If she could get a clear image of the layout of his village, she could tell the army commanders what to look for and what not if she had escaped. <br><br>That escape had just gotten a little easier as he told her he had a wife and combining that to his sudden stop, Zoya guessed the silence had something to do with her. Using his wife as a little leverage, escaping should be as easy as counting to three. <br><br>Then a jeep arrived and she was told to get in. She refused and struck the soldier trying to get her in full on the nose. Being trained in combat, she broke the nose on impact and sent the soldier down on the floor crying out in agony.<br>“Get you capitalist hands off me,” she spat at him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 17:35:40</strong>
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				Though the jeep was only approaching he could immediatly feel that something was wrong. Elvra always came out of the house to greet him when he was away and later she heard a car coming. She did so even on the worse days, leaning on the banister of the small terrace, despite the fact that she had to relax a lot those times. But she made it, following her heart. And every time when they met and hugged each other again she felt such a relief and inside was grateful to God to have him back at home, especially when it was about dangerous mission like this. <br>Though the doctor advised Heath not to tell her about things that may disturb her soul they still talked about everything, anything. It was the base of their relationship: the deepest friendship and full devotion. They were really <em>soul-mates</em>. That's how their marriage survived, because the roots were far beyond the physical level. That was broke. Maybe forever...<br><br>But today there was only Mrs. Parker, the lady next door, waiting for him. Her two boys were running up and down on the terrace, playing tag loudly and the third one, a little baby was babbling in her arms. Though both of them liked this couple very much and also their children, the fact that this family was growing so quickly just made their sorrow deeper. The cheerful lady's face was now concerned and somewhat harassed as she watched the young Commander and the stranger arrive to the house.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 04:36:58</strong>
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				Heath simply watched as the soldier was taken down so easily and shook his head "Get the man to the medic... we don't have time for trying to heal him here," he said his voice slightly agitated. The men who were in the jeeps immediatley got out with their weapons raised "Don't shoot her..." Heath said simply as he looked at Zoya "You know...you are a pain in the ass," he growled as he reached for something in his pocket "I didn't think I would have to do this but it is necessary in order to keep you calm." The thing he took out was a small pea shooter and he immediatley raised it to his lips and blew. A small dart immediatley stuck to her neck, all the men lowered their weapons "Sweet dreams," he said as he immediatley moved to catch her. <br><br>A soldier who had seemed to be disturbed by the way the Commander was treating the prisoner had finally spoke up to him. "Commander!" he called as Heath had placed her gently in the jeep and looked to the driver "Cuff and blindfold her, also call in to headquarters and tell them to beef up security... also that we will need technicians in order to put security cameras in her room... I suspect I wont let this one out much." He finally turned to the soldier and looked at him "What is it Soldier?" he asked and the man didn't even bother to salute him "Sir! Why are you treating the prisoner so kindly?" he asked "She has killed our Comrades and hurt a couple of our men as well... and yet you treat her as if she has done nothing!" he yelled. The men were wearing the gas masks still and yet Heath could tell that they were all thinking the same thing. "It's simple... she is a woman," he said softly "I don't know how you were raised as a child but before the war I was taught to never hurt a woman not even when it was necessary and not only that by the looks of her, she is a spy..." he said "I have plans for her." He wasn't about to reveal such things to his soldiers or else it could compromise what he had planned for her "Just trust me... all I am asking from all of you is to trust me on all the decisions I make, now hurry up and get into places we need to move out as soon as possible."<br><br>The city, his city or rather the people their had made it to be so. He didn't like it, sure he had his cabinet of advisers but in the end all the decisions that had to be made were solely placed on him. The small city was quite beautiful place, or so Heath had wanted it so in order to give his soldiers a reason to come home everyday when they went to battle. The city was in between mountains and the only way to get in and out was a tunnel going through the actual mountain, several checkpoints were placed on the way. Of course Heath wasn't stupid enough to NOT provide an exit for his people, this escape path had been placed as underground highway leading at least three miles away from the city. The exit always had more than enough soldiers in order to protect their evacuation route if they were to run out of helicopters for aerial evacuation. Heath had it all planned out when he began constructing this city, he kept all military buildings separate from 'civilian' grounds. Most of the civilian buildings were built of brick and wood, but some places were built out of the actual mountains that surrounded them. <br><br>As always they passed through the several checkpoints but the jeeps in which Heath and Zoya were in passed quickly due to the fact that Heath was in them. The caravans full of supplies were stopped and checked at each checkpoint in order to maintain the tight security they had.&nbsp; Heath was in the backseat with Zoya to keep an eye on her if she were to wake up during the drive. She wouldn't know the exact place in which they were in, all she could probably tell of the city is the fact that it was in between mountains and due to the fact that the whole area around them WAS mountain and forest terrain, it would be quite difficult to pinpoint it, unless she was shown by somebody. <br><br>Once they go there, Heath got out first and then brought Zoya out and carried her, as promised he would bring her to his house and let her live here. He looked to her and knew that this scene seemed very odd and when word spread that he had brought the assassin of the soldiers here, there would be an uproar. He pulled the driver to the side "Go to Doctor Samson as well as Captain Wolf and tell them to stop the soldiers that have just recently entered the city and after tell them to call me so I can inform them on the situation." The driver nodded and got in the jeep and sped off immediatley, he looked at Mrs. Parker and looked away as he was helped by a soldier who opened the door for him "You need to report to Town Hall as soon as possible... you will NOT speak to anybody on your way their, understand soldier?" he asked. The man nodded and walked off due to the fact that the jeep was gone now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 07:44:54</strong>
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				The house inside was completely quiet... and empty. Only the pots, vegetables and a plate on the kitchen's preparing table signed that she tried to do something earlier, tried to make dinner for us... but now Elvra wasn't there, only a broken plate on the ground and Mrs. Parker standing at the terrace with her baby in her arms, unable to understand the scene that just happened.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 13:57:41</strong>
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				Zoya woke up on the sofa. As soon as she realised she had been put to sleep, she jumped to her feet and felt her neck. <br><br>“Bastard,” she muttered as she looked around the room. It looked nice enough, even cosy had it not been for the fact there was nobody around. She walked to the kitchen and saw the broken plate on the ground. Zoya stepped on the plate and crushed the glass beneath her boots and waited for a reaction. Nothing. <br>“Hello!?” she yelled. Again there was no responce and Zoya walked to the door. Could it really be this easy? <br><br>Her hopes were soon dashed as she felt the door was locked. Damn it. Then she walked to the window and just when she wanted to smash a chair through the glass she saw the woman with the baby standing on the terrace. The spy raised an eyebrow and put the chair down.<br><br>“Hello miss?” she said while knocking the window. When the lady didn’t respond she banged the window harder and spoke louder. There was no responce whatsoever and after while she gave up and walked around the house. She found the bedroom and next to it a fully decorated babyroom. Zoya automatically linked the babyroom to the baby on the woman’s arms at the terrace and figured the woman must be the commander’s wife. It would also explain why the woman wasn’t responding to her calls. She must have been instructed not to react. <br><br>Zoya walked down again and sat on the sofa waiting for somebody to come and get her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 08:19:28</strong>
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				Heath had come to the house just to drop off Zoya and leave, he had ordered soldiers to overlook the house while he was gone although knowing Mrs. Parker she would probably be enough to guard her, then again she had children around clueless of the situation so he sent them for their protection. The reason he had gone was to have a small talk with his troops, during the first year after the war he had been taken in by another Commander of a small rebel group, the man who had taught him everything he knew was a Russian himself, it was somewhat surprising to Heath as he had been told that ALL Russians were bad. Yet it is besides the point, this Commander who had become a mentor to him and almost like a father&nbsp; taught him the number one rule to gain the trust of his soldiers... to always speak with his soldier personally whenever he could and whenever one died or hundreds that he should visit every soldiers family and offer his apologies to them for taking the life of their family member. Yet most of all he told him to consider every death in his army to be considered that he himself had killed them, because technically he had sent them to their deaths.<br><br>Yet the talk he had with his soldiers was about the fact that he was taking the spy they had caught into his own home. Of course most were outraged but he had asked rather than ordered them to keep it quiet or at least try not to tell many about it. "You are all free to leave now... return to your homes and think of what I have just said," he said "Dismissed..." he said as he himself hurried off seeing the driver he sighed "I'll drive home... you can return home as well," he said as the soldier nodded and got out "Very well, Commander" he said immediately getting out. Heath took his place and immediately took off, he hadn't even payed attention to the fact that Elvra wasn't there to welcome him back home or the fact that the house was extremely quiet. <br><br>Heath parked the car awkwardly in front of the house and got out immediately, Mrs. Parker was still standing there. He looked at the woman and he felt as though something was wrong "Something happened while I was gone..." he said grimly "Where is Elvra..." he said not wanting to go through the procedure of niceties and politeness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 09:12:00</strong>
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				The woman's face showed a solacing expression as she smiled a little to reassure him.<br>"My husband took her to the hospital. Don't worry, it's not serious. She was preparing food in the kitchen and she scalded her arm, unfortunately.. You know, I came to check on her as usually and.. Elvra was.." <br>She tried to be as humane as she could, using the right words.<br>"laying on the floor. Me and the kids stayed with her. And because her arm still seemed quite red, Paul drove to the clinic with her when he arrived home" <br><br>"Oh..." - she lowered her head and sighed then put her free hand on the young Commander's shoulder, squeezing it kindly.<br>"Heath.. I know how hard it is. It's hard for us as well. You know, we're friends, not just neighbours. We love both of you so much and you know that I wanted to deliver my baby with the help of Elvra... God.. she was such a nice doctor.. so.. for me it's really something hard to say, but.. I think you should get some more.. <em>regular</em> help for her. See?.. I can't do it the way she needs it, Heath. I have my children..."<br><br>She was at the edge of crying but tried to finish what she wanted to say, her hand still on his shoulder.<br>"I know your profession and your devotion to the City very well and.. I don't blame you because of anything."<br>She shook her head.<br>"And I do not say anything though you've just carried an unknown woman that was unconscious, into your home.. but Heath.. I'm worried about Elvra.. Please, <em>do</em> something, all right?"<br>Still smiling at him kindly Mrs. Parker mopped a teardrop on her cheek then caressed his face and put a kiss on his forehead.<br>"OK" - she whispered.<br>Then, unable to continue this dialogue she walked away slowly, holding the hand of her younger son...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 09:49:22</strong>
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				He had sacrificed so much, of course he never said it aloud. He always considered the needs of the people the most important thing in his life but at the time he didn't feel that way at the time. Ever since the the war had started all he had done was fight and survive and then when he had thought he had finally found a place to relax he had been put to work and trained by the previous Commander. Even then after he had taken his place even more responsibilities were throw upon the young Commander, he was happy to serve them, happy to see the smiles on their faces and hear how the children talked of him, almost as if he was a superhero. Yet... to him this was not true happiness and he knew it, he wanted to come home to someone instead of just coming home to an empty home. That is when he met Elvra, although they met on a battlefield he knew that there was a connection between them and so did some of his soldiers who would tease the young man even though he was their Commander.<br><br>Yet even when he finally had something, something that meant something to him it was all taken away from him... her sight and their hopes of raising a family all taken away from him as well as her. Of course he still had Elvra and their special connection but still he had wanted to start a family with her but now it would never happen. He gave so much to them and yet this was how they repaid him, his soldiers doubting him when he was asking for their trust, an ungrateful woman who only wanted things her way and Mrs. Parker telling him that she could no longer help with Elvra when he was gone. He just wanted to break down and give up but he knew that, that would never be an option for him.<br><br>His face still had that grim and tired look as he unlocked the door "Zoya..." he said as he closed the door back "I'm sure you have found some sort of weapon by now to assault me with..." of course he was just barely coming in when he said that "Oh..." he said "Made yourself at home... very good." He immediately checked the kitchen and sighed as he saw the broken plate "I'm going to leave right now, I'll be back in awhile... if you could can you please clean up the mess in the kitchen." He was too frustrated and exhausted to realize who he was talking to and of course he expected a retort from her or an insult. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 10:11:40</strong>
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				The exhausted look on Heath’s face and his whole attitude change caught Zoya off guard. On the battlefield she had met a strong capable leader but right now the man seemed on the verge of breakdown. The spy had not found any weapons but if she wanted, she could have used basically anything in the house as weapon. The truth was she didn’t look for it.<br><br>Something about his attitude and the athmosphere in this home was wrong. The house was nicely decorated but very standard and almost practical. Everything was organised and the tension in the house, even without Tyler was thick and ever present. <br><br>“Sure,” she said simply at his question and frowned as he left the house again. Quietly she stood up and cleand up the broken glass and cleaned up the rest of the kitchen in the process. When she was done she laid on the sofa and tried to get a little nap, waiting for Heath to return.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 12:25:06</strong>
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				As he left Heath closed and locked the door behind him and hurried over to the car and sped off as before. He didn't know why but he felt exhausted all of sudden as if all the energy in him was drained instantly, he hated feeling this way but he was sure that once he was at Elvra's side that he would soon feel a little better. <br><br>Elvra meant the world to him, he knew that if she was suddenly taken away from him that he wouldn't last long and would go insane. In fact she is probably the only reason that Heath stayed on his path but at the same time was the only reason that he didn't want to continue it. It all revolved around the fact of Elvra's condition, he blamed himself for it and the guilt always increased when she was hurt because of her condition or the reminder of the fact that the house was too quiet at times. She had told him on more than one occasion that her blindness was not his fault but he still couldn't help blaming himself. It had been his fault, for not forbidding Elvra to leave the city for not keeping her close to him at all times on the battlefield to let her go on her own without the aid of his soldiers.<br><br>Once he arrived at the hospital he got out at the emergency room entrance and a Nurse came out and she seemed a little angry but blushed in embarrassment seeing that it was the Commander. Heath spared no time "Where is my wife?" he asked almost rudely the Nurse looked at him nervously "She is down the hall 5th door to your right." Heath nodded and hurried over to the door, he sighed in contentment as he opened the door and closed it behind him "Elvra?" he said softly "Sweetie it's me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 13:18:50</strong>
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				But soon the door opened again and Silvia's head appeared. She was a former fellow doctor or Elvra, now she was the one who gave her all the treatment she needed. She tried to smile at the Commander to encourage him.<br>''She won't answer now. Sleeping. I gave her some sedatives to relax her. Could you come out for a while?'' - she asked softly, but with a quite serious expression on her face and kept the door open for him.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 13:24:36</strong>
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				Doctors... he didn't like them in general, it wasn't the person as much as it was the fact that they were always the bearers of bad news. Of course Elvra was the exception, before she lost her sight she would try to come up with good news for her patients even when the situation looked grim "Sure... make it short I just want to be with her now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 14:00:34</strong>
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				Silvia already got used to his manners when it was about Elvra. Though acting as he asked her to do was quite hard. Knowing what she was gonna tel him, knowing what she <em>had</em> to tell him...<br><br>''OK'' - she started once they were out of the room, clearing her throat a bit. ''When your neighbour mentioned that she was laying on the floor when they found her I've got suspicious, so I run some tests.. She had a seizure, Heath. A quite long one, again. All the results confirmed that, and signed some minor seizures as well, that could happen in the past few weeks. Which means.. that possibly her condition's gonna relapse.. I'm sorry to tell you this. And that I also have to ask you a few questions.''<br>It was already too painful but there was a routine they had to go through.<br><br>''Do you remember any episodes recently? I mean things that are beyond the usual stuff. Haven't you seen her being dizzy or trembling intensely, dropping things by accident time to time.. Heavy headaches? Anything comes into your mind?.. I know you just want to be with her now but we have to discuss it first, Heath. So?''&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 10:27:01</strong>
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				Heath was the type of person to keep his emotions hidden from others, the only emotions that he showed in public were that of anger and happiness other than that he kept them hidden. Elvra was the only one who was able to see through him and his guise yet now as he received this news it was beginning to keep those emotions under control. He turned his back to her and acted as nothing was wrong "Elvra has been trembling from time to time and has complained about dizziness and as for dropping things... not much of that." His voice was stable as he spoke but as his back was turned to Silvia she couldn't see his face.<br><br>He was crying silently as he spoke without faltering "If you don't have anything more to say about her condition then leave me be..." he said. He was being harsh but he would never allow anyone to see him like this after all in his profession there was no room for acting weak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 10:59:59</strong>
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				First Silvie wanted to her palm on his back... but she knew him well, he was the husband of one of her best friends and fellow doctors after all, so decided not to do so. The Commander was a man and a proud man. She was balancing on the edge of crying herself...<br>''Heath...'' <br>Her voice was not a professionalist's anymore. <br><br>''I know.. I know that you've been talking a lot about this with Elvra, and I also know that both of of you want her to stay in the City -<em>together</em>. But.. under these circumstances.. maybe you should reconsider the offer of her parents. They could take good care of her until...'' - but she didn't finish the sentence...<br><br>She sighed and did put her palm on his back.<br>''There's no point in it, am I right?'' - she smiled sadly. ''OK, so let's make a deal. We'll see how her new medication will work but you do try to get somebody to stay with her while you're away, at least in the next few weeks, all right?''<br>Silvia squeezed his shoulder.<br>''She'll be asleep for a few more hours but.. you can take her home. I'll come around tomorrow to check on her. Call me if you're worried about something... I'm with you, guys.''<br>One last squeeze and she left.<br><br>The corridor felt empty as a mortuary...<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 14:35:44</strong>
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				Somehow Zoya felt something was very wrong in the house. Something just didn't make sense. And then there was the tension. Even without it's tenants, there was an invisible force field of tension inside. <br><br>She cleaned up the broken plates and decided it couldn't hurt to clean up a little more until she opened one of the cupboards and found a lot of medication in it. Now she wasn't a doctor but she knew this was a lot of medication for one or two persons.<br>Quickly she scouted through them, her spy orders still very much alive. Her plans were still to escape and go back to her city and not stay here. <br>Zoya knew very well the soldiers under Heath's command would kill her on sight when he wasn't protecting her so for now she was safe in his house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 11:44:19</strong>
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				Heath immediately entered Elvra's room as soon as they finished their conversation. He closed the door and stood near the bed as he looked down at Elvra, she seemed peaceful as she slept as she always did. He placed a hand on the side of her face, she was warm and just the sight of her made him feel calm. "Elvra..." he said softly as his eyes soon filled with tears, he turned away from her as if she was looking at him. Never once had Elvra seen o heard him cry, he didn't allow himself to do so because he didn't want her to worry about him.<br><br>"This is my fault..." he whispered as he tried to suppress his tears "It's my fault... for not forbidding her to go alone, for not being a better husband," he felt weak and powerless. He had tried every option to get her eye sight back, he had sent samples of the very chemical that blinded her to various Doctors... some he had to threaten in order to cooperate and others he had to personally 'visit' in order to get them to do as he said. In this matter he had no pity for anyone, whoever did not help him get his wife back to normal would suffer. Yet even with his power he never found the cure and now he stood there silently crying as he tried as hard as he could to compose himself.<br><br>After Heath rallied himself he went back to Elvra and gently picked up Elvra in his arms and carried her to the jeep, as usual there were two soldiers in&nbsp; the entrance and they saluted them as he walked by them but didn't acknowledge them as they asked if they could help him or drive him to his home. He placed her in the front seat and buckled her up, he left the hospital hurrying over to their home. <br><br>After he pulled up in the driveway and made sure the whole drive there wasn't so rough as to wake her even though he knew that she was on sedatives. He went to her side and unbuckled and with the same gentleness as before he picked her up and brought her inside. He didn't know where Zoya was but he hoped that she finally realized that even if she got out of his house there was no guarantee of her safety when she left his side. He carried Elvra up to their room and laid her down on their bed, Heath stayed with Elvra for awhile until he decided that it was time to set up everything for Zoya now that his wife was taken care of.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 20:48:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya jumped up from her seat in the bedroom she claimed for herself when she heard the front door open and wanted to go downstairs. As she had made two steps down, she saw Heath coming up the stairs with a woman in his arms who Zoya instinctively knew must be his wife. <br><br>She moved up the stairs again and followed him to the door of their bedroom and stopped there. Being a spy, she could have easily entered without any shame and ask him who she was and made some insulting remarks. The weakness of the woman however stunned her and without anything else to say or do, she moved down the stairs and into the kitchen. The spy turned on some water to cook and prepared some hot coffee for Heath while searching for something else to drink herself. She had just finished the coffee when Heath came down and she offered him the drink.<br><br>"Is that the misses? Looks like she's got some problems?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 05:37:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at the cup of coffee and hesitantly took it, if it had some sort of sedative he welcomed it as he knew that he wouldn't get much sleep tonight. He took it "Thank you, you seem to be adapting to this environment already... thats good but then again it is necessary for you to do so in your line of work." He took a sip from the mug and slowly made his way down "And yes... that is my wife now if you will please follow me downstairs as I need to speak with you."<br><br>He made his way down and waited for her patiently "Now please sit... you are the only loose end I have to deal with you." He said as he himself stood up and drank down the rest of the coffee and placed the mug on the table. "First of all when you are around my wife you WILL not insult her in any way, understand?" he said "Save your insults for me and second of all you will do as I say when I say it... I am the only person in this place that if anything can prevent your death and believe me after killing some of my men, people in this city will not be happy after hearing that I am sheltering an enemy spy." <br><br>He paced around the living room and looked over at her "Finally if you are going to go out for something I will escort you personally... that is the only way I can guarantee your safety." He seemed to be done with the rules he place as he turned his back to her "Also when I am gone and I have placed trustworthy guards around my home... you will take care of my wife and if you plan on taking her hostage in order to escape place," for this he turned back to her and with a fiery anger that seemed to come over his eyes he finished "I will kill you personally... it will not matter to me if you are a woman or not, if you hurt her I swear that I will not let you die peacefully..." he seemed to calm down a bit and then smiled awkwardly "Now that I got that out of the way, you have found your room I'm guessing right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 09:01:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya smiled. As if she needed him to guard her. Despite that she nodded in agreement.<br>"I have only seen a baby room. That can't be my room?"<br><br>Then she thought of the rest he had said. Take care of his wife, not insult her, leave under guidance.<br>"This sounds an awefull lot like prison camp sir," she hissed and looked at him as she raised an eyebrow.<br><br>"And I don't like being in prison. I just might escape," she added, hoping to be able to negotiate something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:59:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Heath sighed "A prison? No, in fact its far from it," he said "You will live quite comfortably as you will eat as I eat and will have a nice soft bed to sleep in." He thought for a second "You will be able to leave your room whenever you like and roam the house but I have ordered technicians to install cameras outside of the house so if you escape an alarm will be raised." He was beginning to get tired of standing and took his place next to her "I am the only person in this place that doesn't want to kill you and therefore If I were you I wouldn't want to try to escape."<br><br>"I know what you are thinking.... that you don't need me to protect you, right?" he said sighing softly "Unfortunatley I doubt that only one person is going to try to confront you and I do not mean that you have no skill in combat but I doubt that you will be able to dispatch a mob and even if you do... I will have you executed... I won't like it and I don't want to be the one to do it but it will be necessary." Again he stopped for a second to think "And please if you are to defend yourself do not break any bones or kill them... unlike me I doubt that my people will have much compassion for a Communist spy." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 15:18:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya looked at him and raised her eyebrow.<br>“So because I can leave my room and eat what you eat, this is not a prison?” She seemed to ponder a little bit. <br>“ Okay, then this is a prison for a Communist spy like me. For a capitalist like you, this is paradise then?” <br><br>She had nagged enough for today. Heath was okay as a person but underestimating her as a warrior. It mattered not, she was here now and couldn’t have wished for a better position to be spying on the Capitalists. <br><br>“ So, what’s up with the misses? Now that I’ll be living with her, I think I have the right to know wouldn’t you agree?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 09:14:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Heath sighed as he was beginning to get somewhat annoyed and had half a mind to install a lock on her door. "You seem to have used to live in luxury... something that most people on the Communist cities do not enjoy, it does make sense now that I think about it... the first rule for employing spies is to generously pay them." He smiled slightly "Regardless... unlike those that command you, I cannot give you all you ask for but as I said before you will live comfortably... that is if you disregard the looks my people will give you."<br><br>"Her name is Elvra, she cannot see and is prone to seizures and moments of weakness," he said "Hmm, you know you may prove of some use to me right now." He got up and walked off into the kitchen and came back a minute later with a pen and paper and set it down on the coffee table in front of her. "Since you are a person that seems to like getting profit for her actions... I guess I will try to get you out of that state of mind." He smiled pleasantly "Since I told you what is wrong with my wife and you know the situation with her... I need you to write the names of any reachable scientist or doctor on this notepad as well as their locations whether they be communist or not."<br><br>He sighed and then looked at her the smile on his face disappeared "I will not accept no as an answer...&nbsp; &nbsp;you WILL follow this order and there will be no profit for you in this except maybe that it will make your life easier if you cooperate... if not I think I will stick you in a comfy little jail where you will be served gruel and a piece of stale bread and whenever I need to get information from you I will assure you that if anything I will not interrogate you... my soldiers will interrogate you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 09:31:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				But then he was suddenly interrupted. The kind and quiet voice came from the top of the stairs where she was standing, trembling and twitching a bit, supporting her weight with the wooden handrail. <br>"Winch.. please, stop.. stop this. Just stop, stop it.. " - Elvra was still heaving from efforts that brought her there, who knows for how long she was listening to the conversation, but that couldn't be too much time. Though enough for her to know what was this all about. <br>"There is.. no point in this. Aggression.. this is.. ridi.. ridicu.." But she didn't remember the word she wanted to use, so quit speaking.&nbsp; "Stop, please..."<br>Slowly she let herself down onto the carpet, into a collapsed sitting position, leaning her back against the handrail, she tried to relax and close her eyes, but as she had little controll above them they settled half-open, her pupils still moving quite rapidly. <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 10:14:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down at Zoya as he stood up "This isn't over," he said softly to her. He immediately ran up "Elvra... sweetheart," he said helping her up and letting her lean on him "You should have stayed in bed or called me," he said as he kissed her forehead "Are you feeling better?" he smiled. He knew that she couldn't see his face and couldn't see his facial expression but nonetheless smiled so that when she regained her sight one day she would see the same smile he had on before she lost her sight. "Please don't strain yourself anymore, okay?" he said "Please promise me that you wont."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 10:37:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned as he pulled her on her legs again, even with his body supporting her own this felt bad and even a bit painful. Awkwardly she placed a palm on Heath's beloved face and with rugged motions she did her best to caress it.<br>It was obviously hard for her now to form sentences but she tried, smiling and radiating like any other time when he held her in his arms.<br>"I've.. heard we have a.......... guest.. Yes. A guest." She seemed happy to finally find the word she was looking for. "So.. I should.. help you out... with this...... Are we at home?"<br>From her question and the random movements of her eyes that became more frequent even a commander could tell her condition declined within such a short time. Yet Elvra herself acted like nothing happened. <br>"I started to prepare.. dinner for you earlier. But..."<br>At this point she became really lost and desperate. Her memory let her down and it was clear she didn't remember anything from the last hospital episode of her life.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 12:24:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya raised her left eyebrow and frowned. The woman on top the stairs seemed more dead than alive and her voice sounded like her vocal cords were grinding with sand. So this was Elvra. Zoya couldn’t help but feel sorry for the woman and took the pen and paper and wrote down the names of two scientists in the nearest city. The city was heavily guarded and getting Elvra in there simply was impossible in her state.<br><br>Together with Heath she could persue at least one of them to have a look at Elvra and maybe help her. But why didn’t Heath just bring her to a doctor on his side? Or maybe…. Maybe the scientist wasn’t needed for Elvra. Out of respect of the situation, Zoya didn’t speak but instead wrote down the city name and street on the paper as well. Then she spoke anyway.<br>“There are two scientists in Yarvoniy, a major city in our country. One of them is a doctor and the other an astronomer.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 12:57:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elvra instinctively turned her head towards the source of the voice, though her neck twitched more times while performing this. Being visibly surprised, yet the kind smile didn't fade away from her haggard face. She squeezed the arm of her husband, her fingers partly sticked to each other.<br>"So.. it's a she. Our guest.. is a <em>she</em>! Then..." <br>The woman turned back to Heath.<br>"try to behave.. Heath Winchester. She.. is.. a lady!" - his wife tried to joke to ease the stress of this situation. <br><em>Even now she joked.</em> <br><br>As she was quickly loosing strenght he could feel her fragile form was getting heavier in his arms and also her legs started to tremble from such a little time spent standing. But she continued her efforts to speak.<br>"Is this..&nbsp; a meeting, Winch??.. Are we at a meeting?!"<br>Now that the woman sank under the surface again she turned anxious. Both of her hands were grabbing the man's arms with that little firmness that was left in her muscles.<br>"Am I.. am I wearing the proper dress?!.. Winch! I'm.. so scared!" <br>By the end of her sentences her voice was not more than a whisper and soon tears run down on her cheeks.<br>"What's happening to me?!"<br>Elvra burried her forehead into his chest and shirt, like a child who had been lost or a little animal searching for shelter. It was not only the effect of medicines, her own mind, her struggling nervous system played cruel tricks to her and that she knew exactly. And now it happened again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 03:32:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Heath couldn't protest and just nodded "Yes, her name is Zoya she will be helping me take care of you." He could feel her desperately trying to hang on to him and he had no choice put to pick her up "Elvra, there is nothing to worry about...we're home okay?" he said kissing her forehead "It's just me and Zoya... I promise." He carried her downstairs and helped her sit up on the couch "Elvra this is Zoya..." he said as he grabbed Elvra's hand and placed it on Zoya's. <br><br>He smiled at Zoya "You know I think I have to apologize to you... but I think that what you have done for me is somewhat a sort of repayment for what you have done earlier." Meanwhile he stood as he went into the kitchen "I guess I should make dinner, both of you must be hungry by now," he called. He couldn't help but think how Elvra tried to make him dinner and when he thought about it, it brought a pain into his heart. He remembered how whenever they had time to themselves how she would cheerfully prance around the kitchen while making dinner for that night... he wanted it back... wanted her to return to her old self and to be able to see her with the energy that she used to have.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 19:00:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she was touching the hand of this unfamiliar woman for the first time she couldn't really decide whether to be simply polite and let it go after a greeting and a squeeze, or to grope it a bit longer, letting herself "see" her the only way she could. So what Elvra did finally was somewhere halfway.<br>- She insecurely held her hand between her palms, tracing it with her fingertips, and tried to give her a soft, encouraging smile, though her neck still twitched time to time and her whole trembling body and eyes looked like she could be dead in any minutes.<br>"<em>Zoya</em>.. Beautiful name you have... But.. isn't it Russian??.. And Winch.. what are you talking about?? What she had done earlier??"<br>To get some rest she leaned back against the couch and slowly let Zoya's hand go, instead she was groping for her blanket to cover herself against cold shivers.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 09:39:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly Zoya felt afraid. Not because of any danger but fear for this woman. There was no way she could take care of this human wreck, nor did she want to. She nodded at Heath and lowered her guard at his apology. This wasn’t the image the communists sketched of this part of the world. Quite the contrary even. Heath and Elvra were far from living the decadent rich life, without worries and problems. In all honesty, this looked more like an average family in her own country, with no access to healthcare.<br><br>As Elvra was tracing her hand she felt extremely uncomfortable and didn’t quite know where to look or how to act. She gritted her teeth at Elvra’s question. Yes I’m Russian, so what?&nbsp; Then she hoped Heath wouldn’t tell about how they met as that was likely to trigger more hostility from Elvra but she knew that Heath could hardly reject a woman let alone his own wife. Anxious to get away from this woman, with who she had no idea how to act she stood up.<br>“Let me help you with that dinner.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 10:20:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a disappointed sigh Elvra's hand fell back onto her lap and slowly she shook her head as she heard the girl moving farther, she even formed a few words but without a sound... <br>Then her hands started to grope for something else than the blanket, something that was placed on the small smoking table between the sofas and armchairs. A pair of dark glasses she usually wore outside of the house to hide the most annoying part of her body but now she forgot about them. With a bitter regret she corrected what she thought to be a mistake and only after this she covered herself with the handwaved material she liked so much to touch and feel around her sensitive body.<br>"Oh, please don't get me wrong Zoya, my que... my qu... <em>Damn it!</em>.. So, I only wanted to know where you come from.. Actually.. I find your name very beautiful. I often thought about myself to give my future child a non-American name... But this was long ago." - she left the topic with another soft smile.<br><br>She <em>tried</em>. She really tried hard to make their guest feel better in their home and around her - as she knew it was mainly her challenge, her task to ease this unpleasant stress her disease caused. She already did this once with Winch and later with other people she liked - but this young woman was the first person she met without her sight and it felt terribly difficult to ever get closer to her than this, here and now.<br>"What are you preparing, Winch? Honey, I've already done something with vegetables earlier, if I remember well.. <em>If</em> I..." - she gave a sarcastic smile to herself. <br>The next moment her whole body started to tremble somewhat under the blanket but she seemed to get used to this as all her reaction were a few deep breathes to relax herself more than just laying there.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 08:13:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Zoya contacted us a couple of months ago through one of our contacts because she said that she had enough of the Communist regime and well," he chuckled at his own made up story "We had decided to pick her up today and sneak her out... and well she mistook me as a communist soldier and punched me," he said looking over at Zoya and smiled "Go to the fridge... I left a ham that I prepared the night before and stick it in the oven," he said as he looked in a cupboard for a salad bowl.<br><br>He looked back sadly at Elvra "Yes, you did" he said. It was obvious that Elvra hadn't done anything at all as all there was when he got back home was a broken plate. "You cut it up pretty well but remember what Silvia said... don't strain yourself too much," he said as he himself went to the fridge and took a head of lettuce from the bottom taking off the some of the leaves and throwing them away "Right now you have worry about yourself... you know I don't mind cooking for you," he said knowing he somewhat lied to her. Again it wasn't that he didn't want to do it, it was just that he wanted to see her smiling and have him hep her make dinner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 09:32:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya felt her blood starting to boil at the nonsense story Heath was telling his wife. She was very close of letting the ham fall on the ground or slam Heath on the head with it and use Elvra as a hostage to get her freedom back. In stead she didn’t and grinded her teeth as she listened to what he said. Zoya had never prepared any dinner in her life and after she shoved the ham in the oven she moved close to Heath.<br><br>“One day I’ll get out of here and I just might spare you. Not because I like you, but because I pity the misses,” she hissed softly in his ear.<br>“You have to set the oven yourself Heath, I have no idea how those things work.” <br>Then she moved back to the living block and started lighting the fireplace.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 09:41:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All this made Elvra only more and more upset, now her trembling was not simply because of her condition but because of growing frustration. Weakly but she lifted her body from the sofa and was just standing there, facing the other two, supporting herself by leaning on the edge of the furniture, the blanket simply fell on the carpet and also her hair into her face a little above the glasses.<br>"Stop it! Just please.. st.. s... quit this! I am.. still here! But.. Winch, I don't know which time you start talking to me and which time to her and.. you.. Zoya.. please.. I'm not deaf and unfortunately.. I hear everything. <em>Everything</em>, so..."<br>By now she was grabbing the sofa with both hands, curving her back into a painful arch like an old cat.<br>"Could you just..... count me in?" - she finished with a soft, begging smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 07:41:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Heath turned the oven on and looked angrily at Zoya but then turned his attention to Elvra almost immediately. "Sweetheart... I told you don't strain yourself," he said as he went immediately to her side and brought her to him "I'm going to take you upstairs so you can rest, I'll bring dinner up to you in an hour or so... just please I want you to rest... if not for you then do it for me, okay?" he asked stroking her face. <br><br>He picked her up in his arms and carried her gently upstairs and laid her down on the bed pulling a blanket over her "I'll be back to check on you, call me if you need something okay?" he said kissing her forehead as he went downstairs to confront Zoya. He looked her over and shook his head.<br><br>"Maybe I should have stripped you and left you out in the wilderness..." he said cruelly "That way I wouldn't be responsible for your death and I wouldn't have to deal with you." He looked at her "You really think you can get out of here?" he asked her "Alive?" he smirked "No enemy has left this city unless their in a body bag and if you think you can kill me or take my wife hostage you are dead wrong... you have only known me for awhile," he said as he turned his back to her "You do not know what I am capable of... why do you think that this city has prospered and is if anything one of the most secure rebel bases in the world... its because people have underestimated me ever since I was a boy... that is my advantage."<br><br>"You on the other hand... I can read like a book," he said "Right now you are trying to find the best strategy to get out of this city alive as well as know this exact location in order for you not only to escape but be extracted." He smiled again "Tell me, are you sure that your commanding officers will not give you up for dead?" he asked "Cause if I were in their place with thousands of troops and spies at my disposal I would probably not care about a spy being captured or dead... for all you know they probably have a statistic on your success on your mission to know where this place is," he said. He took the Kevlar that he still had on and threw it on the couch "How long will it take them to give you up for dead?" he asked "Days? Weeks?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 08:13:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>'...with thousands of troops and spies at my disposal I would probably not care about a <span class="bbc_u">spy</span> being captured or dead... for all you know they probably have a statistic on your success on your mission to know where this place is'</em><br>Elvra was smiling sarcastically as she was sitting on the carpetted floor at the slightly open door, her hands were squeezing its edge helplessly.<br>"You never learn Winch..." - the woman whispered and rested her forehead on her knees for a while before she closed their room silently and dragged herself back to the old, large bed...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 11:02:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya now exploded and didn’t care about the consequences. She leaped to Heath and grabbed him by his throat holding a very small dagger between her fingers.<br>“You listen to me dirty capitalist pig! I am here because I want to be here,” she hissed between her teeth. “I could have killed you, your wife and a couple dozen of your incapable guards a long time ago if I wanted to do so.”<br><br>Slowly she let her grip on Heath’s throat loosen, on her guard, ready to strike at him should he attack her. <br>“I don’t know if they declare me dead or not and I don’t care. My job was to locate this camp and gather as much intel as I could. Don’t think for a moment that you are holding me.” <br><br>Then seeing how this was the best moment if ever she let go of Heath and stepped well out of range from his arms.<br>“What happened to Elvra?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 06:33:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Heath look straight in her eyes as he felt the small knife in her hand "Are you sure?" he asked "Are you sure you could have done it an survived?" He smirked "I told you... do not underestimate me," he knew he was at a disadvantage but if she were to stab at his throat he wouldn't die alone as his hand was readying to quickly draw his pistol.<br><br>He relaxed as he looked at her "I was considering on not putting a lock on your door but you have made me change my mind," he turned his back to her as he then took off the black button up shirt leaving him in a white shirt and his black pants. He bent down and began to take his shoes off and then unstrapped something from both legs, on one he had a small knife and on the other another pistol. <br><br>He heard her question "A couple of years back... we were on a mission to deliver medical supplies and aid to a nearby group of rebels who were separated from their leader," he said as he then took his pistol from its holster on his hip and threw it on the couch. "Elvra was a Medic but the proper term for what she was is Doctor because she was one of the best we had in the city," he said as he then sat down on the couch and looked at her. "I had to separate my forces in order to not only deliver supplies and get them medical attention but also defend that particular rebel faction... we were being bombed... at first we thought they were duds as nothing would happen but they were emitting a toxin in the air."<br><br>He looked at his hands and gave her a sad smile "I didn't calculate on there being chemical warfare..." he said "Fortunately for my soldiers they are always required to wear those gas masks as they are equipped with both thermal and night vision.... but some of the Doctors and patients weren't so fortunate, as well as Elvra," he looked to her again "She was poisoned as well but not as severely because she wasn't very near the general zone where the bombing took place... for days she was on the brink of death but she survived," he said as he got up and walked to one of the windows staring outside "I thought I would be happy, to hear that she would be okay and that she was alive but I was wrong... when I went to go see her she couldn't speak, couldn't see and could hardly move..." he suppressed tears as he recalled the event "It took awhile but her condition was improving little by little... she was beginning to speak and was able to stand and somewhat walk."<br><br>As he stared outside the sun was beginning to set "Elvra doesn't say but I know it was my fault... I should have kept her close on the battlefield until the threat was destroyed... regardless of those who needed her help."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 09:27:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya pondered over what Heath had just said. Poison was a nasty stuff but it also meant that there was a cure. Never mind all the aggression. If she could provide a cure to whatever Elvra was suffering from, she could negotiate a deal and maybe go home. One thing bothered her though.<br>“If this is a poison, why did she never got a cure for it? In my country everybody who is sick gets medical care.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 05:14:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This wasn't a poison... it was a chemical," he said "If it was poison we could have easily found a cure for it in a day or so but this was different... the combination of chemicals was odd to our scientists and new," he said "We had even heard that it was so dangerous that when they bombed us with it that some of the communist soldiers that were on their side had also been effected." He sighed "We have samples of it in the lab but it is dangerous just to handle the stuff as even if there is the tiniest leak in the room it can kill everyone in that very room in a matter of days."<br><br>He turned back to her "We have considered every possibility... like, was it a virus? but we have not reached any conclusion besides that it is a highly dangerous chemical..." he looked at her and then took a seat on the couch "Still think your Communist regime is righteous and only thinks of the people?" he asked, it was more out of anger towards the Communist leaders rather than her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 10:31:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Varinka smiled. She knew what he was talking about. Her leaders had used a chemical bomb once as a counter measure for Heath’s men blocking off food supplies to one of the Communist cities. <br>“You have a sample of the Yarolim gas?” It was both surprise and shock. “The gas was designed to only live for one or two hours after the blast.” <br><br>She shook off the idea that her leaders were lying to the people. “The pilots dropping the bomb were also affected but they were given a cure. If you give me the sample, I will bring it to a high placed doctor and get you a cure. Maybe it still helps for Elza.” <br><br>It was a long shot she knew that. The chance of Heath giving a highly contagious gas to a spy like her was slim but she really meant only good with it.<br>“I can help you.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 07:45:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meanwhile in their cozy, soft bedroom Elvra was falling asleep, one hand resting on Heath's pillow, grabbing it like it was a child of her, something vulnerable to caress and protect... Silvie's medication already began to work and now, for the very first time in more weeks she was actually able to relax. However, her dreams embodied her fears and worries about her husband, he was in danger, he was threathened, he was captured... just like so many times before in her restless thoughts...&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 03:01:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry but I cannot let you go so easily..." he said "I want you to write down on that same notepad where I can find this Doctor and how I can contact him... I do not need a vaccine for the poison, what I need is a treatment that will get Elvra back to normal," he said looking down at the floor "If Elvra is cured and somewhat recovers... I promise that I will set you free, hell I'll even transport you home if you..." he stopped in mid-sentence as he looked at her with a wild look in his gentle green eyes. <br><br>"Zoya..." he said softly as he stood up a serious look on his face. Why hadn't he seen it before! The oldest and most important rule in war, to offer profit to those who work for the enemy or coerce them into doing as you say. He walked towards her and stood only a couple of feet away "How would you like to help me end this never ending war?" he asked "To stop the people's pain and suffering? Because thats all I ever wanted... that is why I continue to fight, to give the people what they want." He stopped to think for a moment "What the people want is freedom, the freedom to live their lives as they see fit and the freedom to sleep soundly at night and have the knowledge that their children can do the same... Zoya, I want you to help me... no... that's not the word... I NEED you to help me." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:46:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya was flabbergasted at this sudden outburst of emotions.<br>“Hm… sit down, I should explain you something,” she said while she sat down. It was obvious that Heath knew nothing about her country. Only that what he had heard from stories.<br><br>“You are wrong Heath. What YOUR people want is freedom. My people are free. Free from sorrow. My country is at war because you are attacking it. Your leaders are against my countries politics because they are afraid of it. It’s different and therefore they are scared.” <br><br>She paused for a moment and looked at Heath. This man had troubles enough but this was could be stopped and he had the power to do so.<br><br>“My people are sure to have a roof over their head, to get food, to get entertainment. They are supplied by the rulers of the country in return for their labour. This is what scares your country. We produce too fast and too much. The way I see it, your people constantly battle. Battle to get enough money to buy entertainment, food and a roof over their head and because of that.” <br><br>Zoya now looked at her feet and then back to Heath.<br><br>“Knowing this, how can you call your people free and my people not free? You can end this war. Retreat your forces and let me go for a day or two. I give you my word that I will get help for Elvra and I will report that your forces are withdrawing. You can end this Heath.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lovitoz</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 01:22:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed to ponder about what she had said and seemed to, at first; give in to her but then he shook his head "No..." he said as he again stood up "No... you are wrong." He looked straight at her "The only reason your country is at war is because your country thought it was best for people of my country to be under their rule," he said "Your people may have all these things but have you asked yourself... are they happy? Are they truly and without a doubt free?" he asked "Can they get up and stand for what they know is right and know that they will not get hurt for it?" he asked "I'm sorry but your country and what used to be my country have a different definition of freedom."<br><br>"Besides it is not my choice to stop... it has never been my choice to lead a peaceful life," he said "My people want to fight and I doubt that even I could stop them from seeking the freedom that they had and desire..." he shook his head and laughed "I know that Elvra would probably scold me for even thinking that I should deny them to keep on fighting." He turned his back to her "Tomorrow... I will send a message to your leaders," he said his voice seeming to lose some of his passion as he went on "I will unlock the door for you before I leave to prepare my speech and I want you to bring her downstairs and turn the T.V. on... I want you to do this at exactly 11:00am sharp, got it?" <br><br>Heath had planned this for a long time, the fact that he had captured Zoya was nothing but fate but if he could make her see that this was the path his people... no the people of the world choose, then maybe she would understand and aid him. "I will make your leaders submit to me... I will make them regret to have even thought about destroying our government and the many other governments of the world," he smiled slightly and looked back at her "I'm sorry Zoya, but the people who have been wronged want blood and they will march straight into the very depths of hell to make sure it is spilled."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 10:51:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next morning Elvra woke up feeling a bit better but still those random firm tremors made her struggle while sitting up. Her long brown wavy hair wrapped her around, she slowly groped the cooled sheet - the place from where <em>he</em> kissed and caressed her last night, whispering words of love... But where can he be now??...<br>"Winch?" - the woman called out his name loudly. "Honey...?" No answer. She quickly got worried... <br>What if that snake he invited to rest on their chest...?! But no, it was a too bad thought to start the new day with. No, that couldn't be!<br>"Winch" Once again Elvra repeated and finally she managed to lean her back against the back of the large bed, heaving. <br><em>'Damn it!...'</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 14:58:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya had tried to talk it out of his head. She even called him foolish for trying to contact her leaders. They would take notice of it and destroy the message. They did everything to protect the country. When he would come back she would try to convince him again. <br>She had just made herself some breakfast when she heard Elvra call out. The last thing she wanted was to baby sit his wife but then again, maybe she could convince her that her husband was wrong in his opinions of war.<br>Sighing she walked up and knocked on the door.<br>“Elvra? It’s me Zoya, Heath’s guest. Can I help you?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 17:18:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She let her enter and composed herself a bit as Zoya approached to the bed, trying to give her a soft smile while her hand was groping for the dark glasses on the top of the chest of drawers, to cover her annoying twitching look, not to disturb this young woman, their 'guest'.<br><em>'What a pleasant voice you have for a spy...'</em><br>"Zoya.. Good morning.. Yes, I think.. it's morning.. and seems Heath is gone. Is he?.. Anyway, I hope you found something to eat for breakfast. Would you like me to give you a cup of tea or coffee?"<br>When her fingers finally reached what she was looking for she placed it in front of her eyes and with a confident move she wanted to stand up and head towards the door... but in the next moment she simply felt the carpet under her chin and her whole weight lying there helplessly.<br><br>"Gosh..." - Elvra hissed and returned to reality.<br>- Maybe it was her who had to appear in the role of the host but it seemed impossible now. Her arms didn't obey her anymore when she wanted to rise. She was like a beautiful race-horse with broken legs agonising next to the fence that was there to jump <em>over</em> it...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 12:22:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zoya couldn’t help but smile at the woman, even when she fell and hissed.<br>“It’s okay miss Winchester. I had breakfast already,” she said and kneeled down to help the woman up. “Heath is gone yes. He is on some impossible mission to try and convert my people into his beliefs.” Stubborn fool.<br><br>Carefully she helped the woman on her feet and sat her on the bed again. She scrambled a dress from a hanger on the door and helped Elvra in it.<br>“Let’s get you down. Can you walk or should I carry you?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Revolution of 2037 (Wolf789, Shia, Dashenka)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 17:45:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. That's definitely my husband." - she said with a bittersweet smile in Zoya's arms, as they helped her onto the bed. <br>Somehow it felt so good. And very different from the help she got from Heath. It was a female's support, gentle and patient. It reminded her of the mother she lost so early...<br>"Oh, I so love this dress..." Her fingers were groping it satisfied, even happy, dancing! "The one I was wearing when he... But it's rather personal." Elvra got embarrassed quickly, lowering her head. <br>"The day when he proposed." - she said finally and sighed, taking a last caress on the sandbrown silk-like material with a carefree smile.<br>Then she tried to rise on her feet again... and again her efforts failed, ending only in those damned tremors.<br>"I'd say....... halfway. I <em>do</em> would like to try to walk.. but I'm affraid I'll need your help.. Zoya." She gave the spot where she was probably sitting a soft smile, taking and squeezing her hand. "Thank you for helping me.. Really."<br>&nbsp;
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