We provide....leverage (IC)
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				Title: <strong>We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 00:23:11</strong>
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				It was autumn, in London. John "Monty" Wickerman was the owner of a small auto-electric car garage. He was a simply man of thirty four with a lovely (if chain smoking) wife and they had an eight year old daughter together. His life however had taken a turn for the worst when some skinheads, locally known as the 'The Longstreet boys' due to a term from a particular road most of their original members grew up. Well these skinheads decided that since Monty's garage was on their terf he ought to be paying them protection money. They gave some usual threats, go to the police and the family gets it, pay on time or accidents happen. His hand was eventually forced and he paid up, but upon failing a payment they broke into his garage during the night and torched the three cars that he was working on. As a result he owed quite a bit of money he didn't have. <br><br>This was when he was advised to contact one Alan Blackwood. Word got out to several people who were suffering under the thuggary of the Longstreet boys, and combined they had put together a pretty purse to entice young Alan into setting up a series of events that would lead the Longstreet boys right up to the bobbies and behind bars. <br><br>But first....he'd need a team. He was quickly approached by a "grifter" by the name of Andreana who offered her services.....now all they needed was the rest.<br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>It was raining outside "The Crawford Tavern," Monty (who was now representing the group of interested locals) had just departed his most recent meeting with Alan &amp; Aden. The deal to set up the Longstreets had been set up, with Monty gone it was now time to get a team together, which meant they had a few stops to make around town. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 04:49:32</strong>
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				<strong>The Crawford Tavern</strong><br>"Because they're not nuts. It's a misnomer. They're legumes. They're closer to soybeans than walnuts. It's a common mistake."<br><br>A bowl of the peanuts in question sat close to his left hand. A similar bowl, half full of shells, sat at his right. Between them was a tall glass one-third full of tonic water. No lime. It was his third of the evening.<br><br>Across from him sat a gorgeous woman. He knew she was gorgeous. She knew she was gorgeous. Most importantly, she knew that he knew she was gorgeous. There was at least one fact more important than that: She worked for him. Which meant he could talk to her. Which he was doing.<br><br>The waitress, less stunning but still attractive in an working class way, worked for him only in the sense that she was bringing him drinks, and would later acquire a tip. This was not close enough to his threshold. He avoided her eyes, stopped talking when she drew near the table, and allowed Aden to handle ordering what would be a final round of drinks. When the waitress had left, Alan Blackwood continued.<br><br>"But that's not important now. It could be later. We're going to help Mr. Wickerman, you and I. We're going to help him because he needs help, and because he's offering us a sum of money that is impressive to him if not overly impressive to either of us. And we're going to help him because he has an eight year old daughter named Sophia who doesn't deserve to have her father killed, which is what will happen if the Longstreet Boys discover that he had the balls to come to us for help. So we're going to help him, but we're not going to do it alone."<br><br>He selected three peanuts from the left hand bowl. One by one he pushed them forward to the center of the table as he spoke.<br><br>First peanut. "We need a hitter. Someone to work the inside. Good enough to handle himself without backup. Needs to be able to fake being local."<br><br>Second peanut. "We need a hacker. Scotland Yard databases are some of the most secure on the planet. There's a pattern to the Longstreet activities, and we need to find it."<br><br>Final peanut. "And we need a thief. This isn't the first job this crew has pulled. They've taken a lot of money from a lot of people. We're going to get it back."<br><br>"You know people. Help me find the people we need." He picked up a peanut, cracked the shell, and dumped the contents into his mouth. After a moment he looked down at the shell in his hand almost apologetically, then back up at Aden. "The illustration portion was over. These are just peanuts again. Don't read anything into it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 13:07:12</strong>
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				Aden listen to Mr. Wickerman talk, his story played in her mind. The images of the family and what they were going through. She hated people that prayed on some one just because they thought they were less then them in some way. Hated the way people though if they waved the biggest gun around that gave them rights to making the rules. <br><br>Her eyes shifted to Alan as the man left, her legs uncrossing and then crossing again. "Alan if you weren't a genius and utterly entertaining I'd say you were insane." as the waitress came over Aden looked up and gave their order. Knowing Alan preferred her being the talker...or face at times. But that was fine with her...she was after all the best at what she did. "Your right, we do need to help him. Give these goons a taste of their own medicine.' she smiled, "And I have just the people..."<br><br><br>"First off the hacker...Kathleen “Copycat” Andrews, helped me out on job a while ago. Girl has hacked every mager hitter out there, FBI, Pentagon, the white house. You ever wonder what really happens in the oval office?" she smiled, "I do frustrate her sometimes...I'm the only person she can't read as far as she says. But I think she'd be willing to help."<br><br>"Second the Thief, Laurell Bennet this girl probably stole the wallet of the doctor that brought her into this world. Even got a piece of me once, granted it was the fake one...but still didn't see her coming. Turns out I dealt with her teacher...so you want the best...you want her."<br><br>"And third but never least....Chase Brannigan, you want a Hitter...well he is The hitter, Irish Ranger or so he used to be. I've seen him take down men twice his size, and not brake a sweat. He can blend into most anywhere, and still cover our asses. Even managed to teach this beauty a few tricks, not that I'd ever admit it to him."<br><br>Watching Alan eat his peanuts she smiled, "So, do you want me to fetch our esteemed colleges or do you want to come along for the ride as well?"Aden never knew what his answer may be, sometimes he would just send her and others insist on doing it himself. One of the few men in her life she had a harder time playing. Maybe that was why she like working with him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 01:44:51</strong>
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				Alan considered for a few seconds, which was a fairly good indication that it was a difficult problem. Not merely logistically. The crew that Aden had suggested would be a good one -- experts in each of their fields, professionals to the core. Some might take additional motivation to work for such a small purse. The criminal world wasn't known for soft hearts.<br><br>No, the difficulty wasn't with their skills. The problem was that two of the three were, as Alan recalled, extremely attractive women. That could be a problem, but it was one that he would overcome. For Sophia, if nothing else.<br><br>There was no logical reason to choose anything less than the best. <br><br>"We'll split up. I'll get Brannigan. You retrieve Bennet. Andrews is less of a known quantity. The four of us will rendezvous at this address. I want Bennet's opinion of Copycat before we bring her in." As he talked his hands seemed to move independently, scribbling an address on a three by five card he had produced from somewhere, without a break in the staccato rhythm of his conversation. "You take the car. Have the waitress call me a cab." There was no malice in his tone, and no condescension. People were given the orders that it made the most sense for them to have, and those orders were carried out. That was how things got done.<br><br>He had worked alone before, and he had worked in teams. The teams only worked if he was the one calling the plays. It would not occur to Alan that this said a great deal more about him than it did those he worked with.<br><br>It didn't make sense to wish Aden luck. She hardly needed it.
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 02:28:02</strong>
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				"sounds like a plan, as for them working for low pay." she smiled and stood taking the car keys, "I'm sure we can come up with some way of making it worth their while." having come across these people before she knew a few things that would get them interested. Bennet would help due to the fact there was a killed involved, Chase...well chase would be fun to convince. Copycat probably do it for the fun of it, but that girl was always a bit off. Not that it bothered Aden much, "See you in a bit Hun." as she started to walk away smiling she turned, "Tell Chase I said hello.' she mused softly and walked to the door. <br><br>Alan was one to give orders, and for now she took them. But honestly she didn't know how long she would fallow him. As she started the car the music filled it lightly. Making her way to where she knew where Bennet hung out form time to time so she headed straight there. Ready to see her little thief again...
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 02:45:44</strong>
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				Laurell Bennet was where she could be found most nights, in a club called the Winding Stair. The music thrummed through her body while she danced with partner after partner, never seeming to tire even as they fell away to find other, less demanding, partners. She moved with an innate sensuality that dared and compelled at the same time. Drawing men to her like a moth to a flame, a flame that burned any that dared to come to her, leaving them shaking their heads and muttering under their breath. They would find women they could handle, she would never leave with someone so easily dissuaded from her company as that.<br><br>As the music beat against her she considered the job she'd just finished. It had been fun. She'd stolen a priceless painting, but unless the old fop she'd taken it from ever had the replica she'd left on his wall appraised, no one would ever know it had been stolen. By the time he had it checked, there would be no way to connect the theft to her. Silly old man didn't deserve it, tucking it away in a guest room like it had been. He'd only had it as a means of showing off his money, not because he enjoyed the skill of the artist of the beauty of the work itself.<br><br>It was much better placed above her mantel.<br><br>Humming to herself she continued to dance while thinking about the next job she might take on, she had a couple items she had offers about. They'd pay nicely, but it wasn't as if she needed money at this point in her career. She could pick and choose her jobs and only took those that offered her something more then just a payday.
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 14:53:52</strong>
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				Aden drove to the Winding Stair, a local club that she knew Bennet would frequent from time to time. Parking she looked herself over in to mirror. Letting down her hair and removing her coat she smiled, "Lets catch us a thief.' she said to herself and stepped out of the car. The girl had come to her for a forgery of a rather nice painting. No less she already had the original in her possession. Aden hoped she could get catch her interest with this whole team idea. <br><br>Entering the club she smiled the music filled the club, and the low lights only made the shadows dance along her curves. Aden walked to the bar and ordered a drink. Leaning over the bar her pert little ass swaying in the air. As her drink came she could feel someone behind her. As she stood she could tell it was a man. the height, the way he stood near her, his smell...way to much aftershave. Smiling Chase had shown her a thing or three. Turning around she looked the man up and down, "Sorry hun your not my type." cutting him off before he could speak. <br><br>Looking about her Aden smiled, "But she is..." Aden stepped away from the man he yelled after her but she ignored him. Her goal was the woman in front of her. Her hips started to sway as she closed the distance between her and Bennet. Coming up behind her Aden matched her movements and got close, "You know, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to draw all the men's attention in here." her voice was soft yet sultry. She had only worked with her a few times, but she knew Bennet was interesting to say the least. And she wouldn't let any of the idiots in here play unless she thought they could keep up. "Your such a tease....but then again aren't we all?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 16:15:32</strong>
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				<strong>Ed's Gym</strong><br><br>The gym was large, noisy, and looked like it hadn't seen either a mop or a license inspector in years. Alan stood in the entryway. His dark hoodie sweatshirt and jeans weren't out of place, but he himself clearly was. Quickly his eyes scanned the crowd of boxers working the bags, lifting weights, and queuing up for time in one of the two boxing rings. The slowly turning ventilation fans were no match for the rank odor of stale sweat.<br><br>"Oy! You. Get out. Only fighters in here." The voice belonged to a towering man built like a garbage dumpster. The left side of his face had once had an unfortunate encounter with a broken bottle. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black and orange bowling shirt.<br><br>Alan continued scanning the crowd, not making eye contact with the larger man. "That's not true. There are three coaches here. The vending machine in the corner is filled by a man or woman who is most likely not a fighter. Similarly, you have functional restrooms which must occasionally require the services of a plumber, who is also unlikely to be a fighter. Those are only three examples."<br><br>"You ain't a plumber," the man growled.<br><br>"I never said that I was. I was merely pointing out that your initial statement was laughably false on the face of it. I can only conclude that you don't want me here for some reason, which is unfortunate, because I have business here that I will conclude before leaving." There. He'd found what he was looking for, on the far side of the gym. The man matched the photo Aden had sent to his phone.<br><br>"That's it. Yer outta here." The big man lurched forward attempting to grab Alan's shirt. Alan waited, then took a step to the side. In the same motion he seized the other man's shirt collar and nudged his right foot behind his left ankle. Off-balance, it was easy to turn his momentum with a hip swivel, sending him staggering into the cinderblock wall. He hit with a very audible crash that drew the attention of those in the nearer part of the gym. Framed signed photographs of dubious authenticity rattled on the wall, and one fell to the floor with a crash of shattering glass.<br><br>"Also," Alan added in the same quiet but projecting voice, "I'm a fighter. Possibly I should have mentioned that initially."<br><br>He raised a hand in greeting and threaded his way through the training boxers. "Mr. Brannigan? I require your time."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 16:56:55</strong>
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				Laurell felt the girl come up behind her and gave a soft chuckle. Women weren't really her type but they were fun to dance with. She looked at women the way she looked at a fine painting, they were lovely, wonderful to look at, certainly fun to watch them play, but she had no desire to take one for herself. This one she knew, the low voice in her ear proving it and making her smile slightly.<br><br><em>"Your such a tease....but then again aren't we all?"</em><br><br>Laughing at the woman's comment, Laurell turned and pulled her in tight against her, their hips swaying in time with each other, and the music, while every man's eyes turned to watch them. Tipping her head, so Aden could hear her, she let the men think she was whispering something incredibly naughty when in fact she was cutting to the chase, "I only tease til I find what I want. When a man can keep up, I won't be teasing anymore. Now I doubt you came here to dissect my sex life so what's the job Aden?"<br><br>She was blunt because it suited her to be. If she didn't like the job she'd simply spin away and return to searching out her latest conquest. If she did then she and Aden could leave the floor and talk details.
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 17:11:33</strong>
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				Chase didn't work very often these days, that is...jobs of a more standard nature. But running a six month self-defense course was a perfect way to earn perfectly legitimate income while also working in a place that allowed him to take part in a regular and intense exercise regime, not to mention there were sparring partners a plenty so he could keep on top of his game. When something of a youth with an American accent came in it earned a minor glance from the blonde haired Irish hitter. He had several tells that informed Chase he'd be the likely victor in what looked like what was about to be a British yob throwing his weight around to an American. <br><br>When the minor scuffle was quickly ended and, Chase wasn't sure if he was surprised or not, but the American wanted to speak with him. His hand brought up a waterbottle and he drank deep while regarding the person who needed his time. Brannigan's head tilted towards the manager on shift, he ha had a feeling privacy would be required. <br><br>"Hey Mitch, you mind me using for office for a few minutes?" <br><br>"Yeah sure....just you know." <br><br>"Yeah I know." he didn't but whatever. Regardless he gave the American a nod before gesturing to follow him to the office. It was a small box of a room with a few over polished trophies and pictures of the people who had almost sort of nearly became a bit famous locally and had learned in the gym. "You got ten minutes." He could give him more, but he wanted to set the tone of the discussion they were about to have. Placing himself into Mitch's seat behind the desk with an old apple computer. Back into the chair, elbows on the chairs arms and his hands by each other, fingers making that church steeple shape. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 17:56:03</strong>
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				<strong>Ed's Gym, Mitch's Office</strong><br><br>It didn't escape Alan that he was in a very small room with a professional killer, and thirty witnesses outside who would willingly swear that he'd never walked into the place. He gave no appearance of being rattled, however, sinking easily into the second-hand office chair opposite the desk.<br><br>"Ten minutes should be sufficient. My pitch will take five, which leaves you four minutes to consider and one to accept. You know Andreana. She's working for me." <em>With me, for me.</em> The distinction wasn't worth explaining at the moment. "She says that you're the best, and I concur. The job may take several weeks, all here in London. No guns, but violence is almost assured. It pays less than your usual rate, but more than you're making here, and we have a hacker to make the payments untraceable so you won't have to launder the cash." <em>We have, will have.</em> "You'll be working undercover; I'm told that Irish accent can be suppressed, but if not then we can work around it."<br><br>His phone was out of his pocket. He slid it across the pockmarked surface of the desk so that Chase could clearly see the photo being displayed. "Her name is Sophia, and our job is to stop the people who are trying to make her an orphan. If that doesn't matter to you, then I don't want you on my team."<br><br>"My name is Alan Blackwood, and I am the smartest man you have ever met. But I do make mistakes. We have six minutes left."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:17:28</strong>
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				Aden smiled as&nbsp; Laurell lowered her head, her hands roaming her body to add to the vision for the men around them. "A con, a local gang is going to make an orphan out of a little girl if we don't help. They have been pressing the whole of what they think is their territory. The pay out isn't what your used to. But nailing these guys will be very much worth it." she let her lips brush the girls ear as she watched the crowd. "So...do I spin off and leave you on your hunt or are you interested enough to come have a little fun?"
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:42:33</strong>
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				Laurell listened and continued to put on a show but had to admit to being a little lost as to what Aden needed her for. She didn't mind the low pay, if the gig was worth it, but conning a gang of ruffians wasn't exactly her normal skill set. Seeing a particularly interesting man watching them she tossed him a slow smile before tipping her head and letting the tip of her tongue, gently, trace the shell of Aden's ear.<br><br>"What's my part supposed to be in this Aden? Sounds more like you need muscle and a good grifter than a high class thief. Where's the heist?"
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:23:27</strong>
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				She smiled, "This crew has been around for a while, and has stolen a lot of money from these people. We intend to steal it back, and that my dear is where you come in." she noticed the man watching them and smiled at him. Her movements meant to entice him all the more, after all she didn't want to spoil Laurell's fun if she turned her down. But hopefully that wouldn't be an issue.<br><br>"Their thugs, not bankers they will have most of what they have taken on the grounds some where. most likely a safe with a few surprises around it. I know you have the skill to get in, get what we want, and get the hell out."
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:56:35</strong>
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				Laurell chuckled softly at the last comment and deliberately nipped Aden's earlobe, "No need to feed my ego darlin' of course I have the skills. It sounds like a worthwhile, if depressingly simple, enough job. I'm in."<br><br>Taking Aden's hand she pulled her close and led her off the floor, deliberately waving to the men who'd been watching them and calling out, "The lady wins! None of the men had the stamina to keep up tonight!" to much female laughter and few chagrined smirks from the men...they'd try harder next time she was here.<br><br>"So, where's your car, you know I don't bother driving my own most nights, and tonight's no exception."
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:06:23</strong>
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				Aden fallowed behind her and waved to the men as well, "Sorry boys..." she knew their teasing would leave the men in the bar dreaming of them. "And yes I have a car... lets get out of here and meet the rest of our crew shall we." smiling the exited the club and walked up to the all black car waiting for them. <br><br>"I know it may seem simple but it's for a good cause and well...not like we truly need the money offered right." she entered the car and had the doors unlocked so bennet could enter as well. Starting the car , "Come on...when is one can say the thief's were the good guys of the story?'
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:18:40</strong>
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				Sliding into her seat, she drew the seatbelt across her lap and laughed softly once more, "Stop playing it up Aden, I already said I'm in. If I cared what other people said, or thought, I wouldn't be a thief, I'd be an actress, or some other equally as public career that would garner me all the adoration I could crave."<br><br>Settling in she let the softness of the seat cradle her as it suddenly occurred to her to ask another question, "Just who else are you bringing in on this job?" 
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				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 13:39:10</strong>
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				Aden looked to the woman next to her and pulled the car out, "Straight to the point, at the moment me, you, and Alan. We are looking at gaining our hacker and head tech, Kathleen Andrews. " she spoke as she drove handling the car just fine, "And a hitter to work his way into the little group, Chase Brannigan." she held back the smirk at the mention of his name. Keeping her calm was always key, but that man had a way of getting through her walls. 
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 19:16:02</strong>
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				Laurell thought for a moment over the names Aden had given her. She knew them by reputation of course, but hadn't actually met any of them in person. Well not that she was aware of anyway. It was always possible they had crossed paths in disguises on their own jobs and not recognized each other, but she thought it unlikely. They were a varied crew and mostly focused on different types of jobs. To have one that would bring them all together was interesting.<br><br>"Tell me about them Aden. I know their reputations of course, but what is there to know that their reputations don't say? Any chance of mixing a little pleasure in with business, or will this be a get in, get out sort of job?"
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 19:38:15</strong>
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				The sounds of keyboard clicking was heard where she usually hanged out, it was a small mall in the middle of the city. She found that if discovered she could just ditch the computer and run the hell out of the way. She was doing the latest job, form a virus to get a job done in the bank for a group of people, of course she did not asked anything, it was not her job to ask but to do. As long as the challenge was right she could do almost anything, she was tired of doing stuff without any reward. She finally finished the job and took the pent drive out of her computer. She of course had a backup instead she needed to burn the virus and made them get captured during the bank heist, of course she never told those stuff to the people she did jobs for.<br><br>Walking to a store she looked around and felt a man in a huge cloak take the pent drive from her hand and leave a bundle of money on it. He continued walking as Kat continued looking around the store. Finally finding a couple of stuff she wanted she grabbed them and payed cash with the money she was just given. It was a latest model laptotp and a Ip scrambler, or what soon will be a ip scrambler. She payed and left the store, a huge backpack on her back and a big bag on her hands as she sang and danced her way through the halls of the mall..<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 20:41:12</strong>
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				<em>That had gone about as well as expected,</em> Alan thought. Chase was on board, provisionally. He was a good find. If he were the sort to give out compliments freely, he would tell Aden so.<br><br>The room he now sat in was large, dimly lit, and contained enough furniture for a space a quarter the size. Downstairs was an enormous, and enormously unsuccessful, pinball arcade and pool hall. The second floor, of which he was now the sole occupant, hadn't been used for more than storage in years. The owner of the building now lived in the south of France. The manager of the arcade cared more about having a distribution point for illegal cigarettes and his techno band's atrociously bad CD then he did for running the business. In all, the space was big, ignored, and very well wired. It would be a suitable base of operations.<br><br>Alan tapped a few more keys on his state of the art laptop, then hit Send. The message went out to four separate public websites, buried in their discussion forums. The eleven people who bothered to visit a message board devoted to the discussion of Seagram's Ginger Ale might glance at the message as a curiosity, or a computer glitch. Only someone who made it their business to routinely sweep the web looking for mention of her handle might find all four pieces, stitch them together appropriately, decrypt using a public key he'd left as a YouTube comment on one of her music videos that had been posted years ago, and then, if she were sufficiently intrigued, respond. <br><br>The message itself was simple: <em>Copycat. London job. Need the best. Contact Alan.</em> Followed by a decaying IP address that would be recycled in twenty-four hours if it wasn't used. He opened up the telnet chat window and waited to see if anyone decided to stop by.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 20:54:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat arrived at the dinning room and took off her laptop, smiling she looked at her food and smirked. She turned on the laptop and went through some of the sites she went through to get jobs. There was a message, a simple message that nobody but her understood. What she did was different, she did not followed the Ip those things for people who knew about computers were nothing. She grinned at herself as she opened a program that would hack into his account and take out the original Ip address of the computer that was sent. Searching for the owner of the computer she nodded to herself and soon enough she got his phone, texting him she giggled <em>Did you really think I would follow the recycled ip address? you don't know me for real. I am at the mall's dinner, if you want me come and get me there, be alone or I will fry the computer of your car and cellphone. Copycat</em> The symbol of a black cat could be seen below the text message. She looked around and noticed she was in a good enough seat, she remained there and waited for the text back from him to see if he was coming or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 06:12:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alan grinned in the empty room. Occupational hazard, if you insisted on working with the best. This one was going to present a challenge. Erratic behavior could be handled, as long as her motivation were clear. That would be the key. Besides, it was only for one job.<br><br>He texted back to the sender. <em>Agreed. Agent will be arriving shortly. You'll know her when you see her. A.</em><br><br>Followed by a second message, to Aden. <em>Hope you're finished with Laurel. Meet Copycat at Greenthorne Mall brasserie, alone. It's possible she's insane. I'm at the meetup address. A. </em><br><br>Something bothered him about this job, and he'd learned to play his hunches. On the surface a simple street gang. Plant some evidence, tip some inspectors to it, and let the pieces fall where they may. It didn't take a strike force of some of the world's top criminals. Though if you can afford it, overwhelmingly favorable odds weren't something to discard lightly. He felt there was more, though. In the absence of evidence, his supposition would serve as truth, and they would act on it. But more data was badly needed.<br><br>Methodically he replaced the network stack on his computer and swapped in a new SIM card to the phone. The old card went into a cup of coffee that had long since grown cold.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 10:03:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Chase is a heavy hitter, we are going to be dealing with people who don't mind trying to kill people they think are weaker. And if and when it comes to that I trust him at my back." she felt her phone vibrated against her chest. Pulling it from her cleavage she looked at the message, "And as for Kat....well she is a bit interesting. The best at dealing with tech and computers...nuts yes...but there isn't a security system she can't hack as far as I can tell." at a stop light she texted back, "<em>She probably is, but I will be there in a bit. Bennet is in and with me currently. Do we have chase?"</em> truth be told she knew he would join, specially when he heard her name. She wasn't sure how he would react but seeing again...after... she shook her head. "I will drop you off a bit before hand. Apparently I am to meet her alone. But you can hang back with Alan and we can go from there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 18:35:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A quick return text. It would be nice to have the earbud phone system working, once they were all assembled. The hardware sat in pristine cases on a dusty card table to his left, along with an assortment of other gear. It was a poor workman who blamed his tools, a poorer one who had none to begin with.<br><br><em>Chase on-board. You will need to fill me in on history. A.</em><br><br>The screeching whine of bad techno music weakly leaked through the floor from below. Sound dampeners would go on the shopping list as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 23:21:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Laurell</strong><br><br>She nodded as Aden explained the team they were picking up and the quirks they each had. It wasn't much information, she'd have to make her own calls she supposed but she was used to that. She'd have done it anyway, after all she didn't really trust much of anyone's opinion more than her own.<br><br>"Drop me off where you need to Aden, I'm sure this Alan and I will get along just fine," she said with a small quirk of her lips. She'd heard of this Alan and his penchant for being bossy and wondered how he'd react to finding people under his 'employ' who didn't just hop to whenever he told them to. She wasn't so easily bossed around.<br><br>The thought put a small smile on her lips and she waited for Aden to get her where they were going.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 12:34:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aden made her way quickly to the address given to her. "I know the descriptions are short, but I know you would make your own choice on what you think of everyone no matter what I said." as she pulled in and parked the car, "For what it's worth, I trust Chase with my life. Alan has never crossed or steered me wrong. And Kat where she is a bit...special she knows her stuff. Her gear hasn't failed me yet." stretching a bit, "Speaking of which...Alan should be around here somewhere, and Kat will be waiting for me...so...shall we?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 22:22:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alan finished adjusting the controls on the overly complicated stainless steel monstrosity that had followed him from job to job throughout the years. He'd only ever met one person who could operate it as easily as he. As the thick black liquid dripped into the tiny porcelain cup, he made up his mind to bring her in as well. Not to make espresso. Well, not only to make espresso. Reese Clancy was an expert in material goods. While he could rely on Kat, he hoped, for their virtual needs, someone eventually had to roll up their sleeves and produce the tools upon which the long con often relied. He didn't yet know how she would fit into this particular puzzle, but he would feel safer knowing that he had her to call upon. And, as luck would have it, she was in London.<br><br>He sat back into his office chair, his phone with the new SIM card seated, and sent a text. <em>Reese. If you're interested, I have a potential job. Small team, long con, low violence. Find me above Arsenio's Arcade, near Elephant and Castle.</em><br><br>The dark liquid was bitter, and very strong. His sole vice. But as much as he needed caffeine, he needed data more. There was precious little to go on. Darkness was a fine place to operate, if it was darkness of your choosing. Ignorance was unacceptable.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 00:07:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Waiting for the car to stop in front of the arcade, a place that made her chuckle softly, she slid from it's interior and flashed Aden a grin, "You go on to your next pick-up hun. I'll go up and introduce myself to this Alan person who seems to be calling the shots." Before Aden could answer she spun and was heading up the stairs to the apartment over the arcade.<br><br>She wondered what she would find upstairs. She knew Alan by reputation, how not, but wondered what he would be like in person. He was reputed to be incredibly bossy and to think himself the smartest man in any room. Given the IQ he was also reputed to have he might not necessarily be wrong, but there were different types of intelligence and if he thought he was going to be able to hold book smarts over her head...well she'd disabuse him of that notion quickly enough.<br><br>She didn't bother knocking, but simply walked in, just in time to find him sipping at a cup of espresso, "Tell me you have enough there for another cup and I promise to be nice for at least 10 minutes," she said with a small smirk curving her lips while her eyes moved over the man before her. "I'm Laurell Bennett by the way, Aden just dropped me off and is going to get the next person on your list. You do know she has better skills than playing taxi-cab don't you?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 04:29:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Two weeks was all it took.&nbsp; Two weeks and the house was a complete disaster....projects of all different types were scattered around, littering nearly every horizontal surface in various stages of completion.&nbsp; Such was Reese Clancy two weeks off the job.&nbsp; She'd finished up a con with a group that had proven to be just as lucrative as originally promised....which didn't always end up being the case.&nbsp; But Ashe had taught her well and the reputation she had earned after that ensured that she worked with a high enough caliber of gryfter that this didn't happen very often.&nbsp; <br><br>With a loud sigh the redhead dropped onto her couch and stared at her newest toy.&nbsp; It took up nearly the entire wall....88.5 diagonal inches.&nbsp; It was called a Multi-Touch Wall.&nbsp; It was similar technology to what made iPhones and the like work.&nbsp; Only this was much, much bigger.&nbsp; Reese liked working on the screen. It made designing new equipment much more efficient and quick.&nbsp; On the screen at that moment was yet another gadget that wasn't quite done.&nbsp; She was bored now.&nbsp; All of the projects would be useful at some point....but she was missing the rush of the job.&nbsp; <br><br>At this point she was even considering going out and running a few short cons just to have something to do.&nbsp; Maybe Ashe wasn't busy.....maybe she could call him...then borrow her neighbor's dog.&nbsp; They could run the Dog in the Bar Con.&nbsp; That was usually pretty reliable....and there were a number of bars she hadn't run it on.&nbsp; <br><br>Just as she was considering getting up to look for her phone to see what Ashe was up to, she heard it begin to buzz.....the sequence telling her it was a text message rather than a phone call.&nbsp; Up on the wall, a window popped up and displayed the message.&nbsp; <em>Bluetooth is a wonderful thing</em>, she thought.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Alan</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Reese. If you're interested, I have a potential job. Small team, long con, low violence. Find me above Arsenio's Arcade, near Elephant and Castle.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Standing up, Reese went to the wall and called up a street map of London....looking for the arcade mentioned.&nbsp; Alan was a smart guy and a good gryfter.&nbsp; A proper villain as some would say.&nbsp; And even though men weren't her type...she had to admit that he was kind of cute when dealing with women not on his team.&nbsp; Calling up a small keyboard, she tapped out a response and sent the text response back.....letting Alan know to expect her in the near future.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ok then.....," she said.&nbsp; Turning, she headed for the bedroom to get cleaned up.<br><br>About an hour later Reese stepped out of her loft and headed down to the garage to pick up her car.&nbsp; Elephant and Castle wasn't terribly far away and it didn't take all that long to find the arcade.&nbsp; As she walked down the sidewalk and into the arcade, her heels clicked loudly on the hard concrete. Her red hair was pulled back into a single braid and she wore understated clothing that still managed to accentuate her figure.&nbsp; Her nose picked up the smell of expresso....and she smiled.&nbsp; Following that smell would lead her to Alan....which is exactly what it did.&nbsp; She stopped in the doorway when she found a rather attractive blonde in the room Alan was occupying.&nbsp; A smirk spread over her face and she leaned against the door jam.&nbsp; "Well, Well Alan......you've been a busy boy."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 07:12:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Remain calm. She is a professional. As are you.</em> If Alan's mantras were ever uttered out loud, they stood a good chance of losing him a measure of his cultivated respect. He had worked long and hard on his stony-faced exterior, though, when the occasion called for it. As it did now. If extended conversation was difficult, then much could be still accomplished through simple actions and phrases. At least, it had worked in the past. <br><br>He nodded slowly to the thief as she entered. Laurell Bennett at least to first appearances lived up to her reputation. A standout beauty, a quality seemingly endemic to his chosen profession. It was hard to fault the advantage provided by having a sexually attractive woman as part of your grift. Some men--other men--were very easily swayed by such things, abandoning their better judgment. Which was quite often the desired result. She wasn't merely a pretty face, though. He'd done some research since Aden had made the suggestion, and all of it was complimentary.<br><br>Alan gestured toward the empty seat opposite his, then rose to coax another cup of espresso from the machine. At the least, it bought him a few minutes. His lightning brain operated as quickly as ever in the presence of women. It was merely all of the parts hooked up to it that had occasional... difficulties. <br><br>He returned to the table, setting the cup on a small saucer in front of her, then regaining his seat. "I'm Alan Blackwood. Do I need to use the ten minutes all at once now, or can I save pieces of it for later? I have a feeling I might need them later. I'm aware of most of Aden's skills, and some of yours. Why don't you fill me in on the rest?"<br><br>Mercifully, the conversation did not have very much time in which to grow more awkward before it was interrupted by a familiar face. Reese. Also quite an attractive woman, but one which, like Ashe, had been filed in a separate folder in Alan's brain. He had never been happier to see her trademark smirk. Well, except for that one time in Geneva.<br><br>It took a fraction of a second for Alan to realize that, once again, he was the least well dressed person in the room by a wide margin.<br><br>"Reese," he called. "Let me introduce you to Laurell Bennett, our thief. Laurell, Reese Clancy will be the fixer on this job. Reese, there are the rudiments of a communications network in those boxes. Laurell, the pair of servers in the closet there will anchor us, unless Kat has decided to fry them on a whim." The trick, Alan thought, was to get them talking to each other. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 01:48:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aden let Bennet leave the car and went to meet Kat. Getting to the car parked and&nbsp; stepping out. Walking into the restaurant she walked to the back and found the woman she was looking for. "Kat....I assume your waiting for me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 01:53:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat was busy typing up stuff after stuff, her computer showed the biography of the one who contacted her and all the crimes he had commited and all the stuff he was blamed for. He looked at his file and noticed a couple of things that grabbed her attention, she tried to trace it to see if it was a trap from the police but she could not find anything on that subject so the guys were clean to her standards. She gasped in surprise when she saw another woman go behind her, "You know, you should never do that to a hacker, I could type something wrong and then I am royally fucked, yes I am Copycat and you are?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:11:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aden smiled, " And you should learn not to be so jumpy, but I apologize." she looked around them and then back to the girl. "And I am Aden, I believe Alan told you I was coming." she said with a soft smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:13:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugged looking at her and closed the laptop standing up, "Lets go". She hummed to herself as she followed the girl to her car and opened the laptop there, "All the lights on our way will be green, so lets go". Grinning she waned to show the girl just how good she was, hacking into the traffic lights she changed all of them to green just as they were going to pass through it, she giggled as she looked at the girl, "I am not called copycat for nothing huh?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:34:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aden walked with the girl and started driving as she spoke, "Not the first time I've seen that trick. And I didn't ask for that, and this isn't a game. So I would prefer if you didn't try and show off when you didn't need to Hun." she spoke as she drove. "Besides...who says I don't want to take a different way then you may have planed. Your smart...but cocky and that can get your teammates in a lot of trouble." she took a turn that she normally wouldn't and stopped at the red light. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:38:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned and shook her head, before they got to the red light it turned green. "I told you, I am the best there was, there is and there ever will be". She laughed and looked at her, "What if I told you that I can turn all the lights in the city green. I can cause a power surge to eliminate electricity on the entire city, I can hack every single building in he entire world". She giggled as she closed her laptop and leaned back into the seat, "So what is this job you guys want me to do? or want me in?".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:45:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aden pulled over and turned off the car, "then I would tell you, you just killed thousands of people.A murder...a thoughtless killer. And your nothing more then reckless kid with to much time and not enough control I you will not be on our team." she looked to the woman. "You think your hot shit, your not. Your skills mean nothing when you have no control or wisdom on how to use them. Your going to get people killed. And I sure as hell don't want that anywhere near me." she said watching her reaction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:49:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked down as tears flowed down her cheek, "You did not had to be so mean to me... I was lying I did not turned all the lights green I was kidding with you... I never would do anything to hurt people that is not my way". She whimpered as she let her emotions get the best of her and she walked out of the car. She sighed looking down and walking back to her place tears flowing down her cheek as she did so. Due to her condition all her emotions were sent overboard sometimes causing more problems that she wanted. She once attempted to take her own life for something somebody said but was not able to do it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:54:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aden started the car and headed back to the girls place reaching it before she got there. Standing at the edge of the car as she walked up. "One..the tears are a bit much. Two... your joke was a bit much, your bragging about your skills gets you now where but looked down upon. And makes you look cocky and childish. I know what you can do, you don't need to brag about it. We do not want no need some one who wont be able to handle themselves in sticky situations. We need&nbsp; someone who can get the job done, someone who we can trust." she looked up at the girl. "Is that you or should I just get back in the car?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 03:01:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time she reached home she saw the girl once again in there, "Look, apprently you did not read my profile, I am crazy... my emotions get a hold of me way too much and that was what happened there. I cannot prevent it from happening it just does happen sometimes. I am a better hacker because of it, I can concentrate to a point where nobody can disturb me, however in cases like back there my emotions get the best of me and I am sorry for that. Look I really don't care if you see me fit or not for this job, I got a couple of other thousand jobs waiting for me. I accepted this one because I know it was a friend that suggested me, otherwise you would not had found me so easily. So up to you if you want me or not, you pick I don't care about it" she did not cared because she did not knew the job, she loved children to the point of death and if she found out that there was a children involved she would be in no matter what everybody says.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 17:24:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Laurell</strong><br><br>Laurell chuckled softly as Alan made the introduction and she sipped at the espresso he'd given her, "You can take your ten minutes in pieces if you want...just remember, I only promised you ten."<br><br>Turning her gaze to the woman who'd walked in she smiled warmly. A fixer was never a bad person to know. Most of the gadgets she needed in her line of work she could buy, or make herself, but now and then something specialized was needed, and then it was a person like this, Reese, who came in handy. Odd how reputations like theirs only traveled in certain circles and nowhere else, but that within those circles not knowing who they were was almost a cardinal sin.<br><br>"Always a pleasure to meet new acquaintances Reese. So tell me, does the boy here always try to deflect the conversation and avoid answering questions? Or is that something he only does around women?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 04:32:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reese walked into the room, her smirk still plastered across her face.&nbsp; "It's nice to meet you as well, Laurell.&nbsp; And yes...the dear boy does seem to be most nervous around the fair gender."<br><br>The redhead let that sink in as she found a chair and lowered herself onto it.&nbsp; She crossed her legs, letting one of her Jimmy Choo heels dangle off the floor. With a practiced eye, Reese looked Laurell over and found that the girl was quite attractive.&nbsp; Blonde....and obviously athletic.&nbsp; Though she would have to be to be any good as a thief.&nbsp; "Unless...of course....you're officially working for him....then he's quite direct, to the point and has absolutely no issue telling you what's on his mind."<br><br>From the sound of the conversation, neither woman worked for him yet...which was most likely why Alan was trying to deflect their attention to each other.&nbsp; "I would certainly advise you to listen to what he has to say though. He's usually worth listening too.....and he's very good at what he does."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 06:19:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Combative he could deal with, regardless of gender.<br><br>"You've asked one question, Laurell, which I have answered despite its rather insipid nature. In turn I have asked you two questions, one of which you've answered and one you've pointedly ignored. Though that one was rhetorical in nature, designed to replace the need for an indeterminate number of other queries. If that's an issue for you, I can refrain from that particular sort of indirectness in the future. I do hope that there is a future here, as your reputation is sterling, and there are at least three signs that Reese thinks well of you, which I count as a very strong mark in your favor."<br><br>He took a sip of espresso, then continued. "I'll also measure any sixty second period that contains the phrase 'the boy' as not counting against your promised ten minutes of civility. Reese gets a pass because I've worked with her before, and because she included the word 'dear'." Only at the end of his monologue did he smile, slightly.<br><br>"Now, can I assume by your presence that you're committed to this job, or is there additional information that you require?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 06:16:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				" I understand, but some jokes aren't funny. you will have to learn that much." she wasn't going to share her past if she didn't need to. "I'll tell you what, I'll take you Alan, and then we can see what they think." Aden looked the girl over, "We need to be able to hold our own, mentally, emotionally, a team counts on every aspect of it. We have to know we can trust you if and when things gets sticky."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: We provide....leverage (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NaughtyKitty</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 03:58:19</strong>
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				Reese smiled as Alan rebuked the both of them.&nbsp; Though it was nice to know that after everything, she got some sort of pass to be a little less than formal.&nbsp; "Speaking of a job.....would someone like to let me in on the big secret?&nbsp; In case I need to get to work on some part of the background...or the tale."<br><br>
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