The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)
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				Title: <strong>The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 05:16:08</strong>
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				The Hôtel Ritz Paris, epitome of sophistication, luxury, and the cosmopolitan identity, was busy this mild April night. A grand event was to take place. Money from around the world was coming to the 161 room hotel to rub with each other, before emptying in to accounts across the globe. <br><br>In an all-too cliché display of the snobbish elite, an art auction was taking place. Works of Chagall, Dali, Matisse, Toulouse-Lautrec , and countless other long-dead men of art were on display this night in the hotel’s garden café. <br><br>It was all being orchestrated by the business magnate Mohamed Al-Fayed. Unhealthily wealthy, Al-Fayed was selling a portion of his sizable collection of priceless paintings, sculptures, and sketches. Why? The guests invited here tonight didn’t ask such absurd questions. It was beyond thought to wonder why someone like Al-Fayed would do anything. Perhaps he was bored with them?<br><br>Nothing was left out. Thousand dollar wine, prime-cut hundred dollar per pound beef, entertainment from across the globe, and twenty thousand dollar giftbags for the guests. <br><br>While Daniel Casper, CIA special agent, was looking forward to a night full of fine dining and exorbitantly expensive food, all on the government’s pay, of course, he did have a mission tonight. Al-Fayed was a prime suspect in connections to an Egyptian terrorist cell with Al-Qaeda sympathies. The NSA had been monitoring Al-Fayed for the last four months, and had tipped off the CIA about the auction.<br><br>The mission was simple enough. Make sure nothing went wrong during the auction, and gather intelligence on the possible connections to Egyptian fundamentalists Al-Fayed had. It was a cake walk for Daniel.<br><br>Miss Redfern, on the other hand, had a much more monumental task in store for her. Locate her new partner and mentor, approach him, and deduce why they were here. <br><br>&lt;Rumour has it Mr. Al-Fayed has run in to a serious stone-wall in a new acquisition. He’s losing so much money on the deal he’s selling off a lot of his assets,&gt; Daniel smiled, his accent painting him as a native of South-West France.<br><br>&lt;Mr. Moreau, it is impolite to speak ill of our host,&gt; the young, petite woman, no more than twenty, smiled up at him with a demure look betrayed by her intense body-language. She wore a shockingly revealing outfit for the crowd Casper found himself in. She carried herself with such confidence, however, that he highly doubted anyone would find due reason to decry the woman.<br><br>&lt;My apologies, miss Isabeau. The taboo simply calls to me,&gt; Daniel smiled, nodding his head in concession to the pretty brunette with the dangerously low-cut top.<br><br>The woman smiled, again, casting her eyes to the ground, trying to hide her intrigue. Casper took the chance to sweep the room. He had placed himself so as to face away from a corner of the wide gardens, drawing the lovely miss Isabeau to him. No one would think twice, seeing the two people chatting amiably with each other. <br><br>His new partner and protégé should be here by now. She –something that demanded a certain amount of his interest– was scheduled to arrive an hour after himself. From what he knew of her, he’d be hard-pressed to miss her.<br><br>A Japanese mother and Irish father made for an interesting couple. They apparently also made incredible children. Her file was staggering: extensive travel as a civilian, proficiency in eight languages, PhD, surprising grasp of hand-to-hand combat and small-arms, and the body of a supermodel. She had all the makings of a perfect operative. <br><br>Daniel had his reservations. Would she be able to make the tough decisions? Would she be able to pull the trigger when it mattered? Would she be able to burn an asset, knowing their life as a free man would end? Ambassadors were inherently against violence. He could only imagine that would rub off on their children.<br><br>&lt;Mr. Moreau, are you alright?&gt; miss Isabeau asked, looking up at him with a strange look. <br><br>Casper smiled. &lt;Oh, yes, I’m fine. Just lost in thought.&gt;<br><br>That brought a glint to the woman’s eye. &lt;Are you sure you were lost in thought, M. Moreau? I’ve been known to have quite an effect on men,&gt; she smiled, twisting her waste, displaying her profile for him. <br><br>Casper had to bite his lip and let himself have a quick peak. &lt;No, I don’t think so. You’re lovely company, but I’m waiting for someone... special.&gt;<br><br>That wiped any trace of a smile from the girl’s face. &lt;Special? Are you married, Mr. Moreau? I don’t see a ring on your finger.&gt;<br><br>&lt;No, not married. Not yet, at least,&gt; Casper said, looking past the woman when he saw a flash of bright red hair catch his eye. &lt;There she is now. I apologize profusely if I gave you the wrong signals, miss Isabeau. I bid you farewell.&gt;<br><br>Deftly manoeuvring around the dejected woman, Casper slipped in to the crowd, meandering in a round-about path to the crowded bar, slipping on to a stool between two large men. He had marked his new partner, now it was up to her to find him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 08:49:19</strong>
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				A spritz of Shalini, her favorite scent, finished off Sari’s toilet. Striding, or as good as one could stride in&nbsp; 5 inch black satin pumps decorated with a black satin poof and tiny black ostrich feathers on the outside ankles, could stride; Sari took final inventory in the long mirror hung to the back of the closet door. She kept her make-up simple: just a dash of lip-gloss and a touch of mascara. The length of her hair was pulled back into a simple chignon set low upon her neck. <br><br>The cocktail dress she wore was vintage and bound about her waist with a band of metallic black and blue beads that were hand sewn in a random pattern. It’s full skirt of black Crepe could hide a number of sins, including the Glock strapped to her right thigh and the dagger her left. It was a charming dress, not so much one of seduction, but one that spoke old money and lots of it. The double shoulder straps that knotted at the top accentuated her lean shoulders and the decline plunged just enough to give a taste of her lovely bust line. It was most definitely the dress of a lady. A tiny black beaded clutch was all that she carried.<br><br>Exclusive parties, while not situations she frequented with any regularity anymore, were also not something with which she had little experience. As a child she had attended parties all over the globe at her Diplomat parents’ sides. This continued all through her young adulthood. After her father was killed, she acted as escort for her mother on numerous occasions. There was also the fact that she was The Redfern’s only grandchild and upon her father’s death, received the bulk of the massive Redfern’s holdings, which counted into the billions. Sari would rather have her father and none of the estates. Still, it did give her a leg up when it came to dressing up for a fancy to-do. <br><br>"You look lovely, Miss." The Chambermaid the hotel had sent nodded her approval of Sari’s attire. Her French accent pulling the "S’s" into "Z’s." <br><br>"Thank you for your kindness, Jeanne. You may go." She smiled at the young woman as she handed her a nice tip. She had learned, from life at least, that it always pays to be in good with the staff. <br><br>Pausing a moment, she scanned the room quickly before entering it fully. "Always know where you can enter and exit any room at anytime." Her father had drilled into her from an early age. It was such a long honed practice she did it by rote most of the time, but this night she took special care. There were four main exits: the one she came in which would be 12:00 o’clock, one across the room, which would be 6:00 o’clock, and one at 2:00 o’clock (the fire escape-alarmed) and one, a double floor length window, at 3:00 o’clock. At 8:00, there was a window that could be used as an exit if push came to shove. <br><br>She nodded as the busboy offered her a Champaign and taking up the crystal, sipped. She smiled then as the bubbles ticked her nose. <em>"I really do hate Champaign," </em>she though. <em>"Give me a good hearty ale any day."<br></em>"You are here to buy?" A rather large man with soft hands and well-manicured nails interrupted Sari’s musings. <br><br>"Looking." She replied. Her voice was low and melodious. All the years of living in different places had given her an accent that was difficult to place. <br><br>"You are English?" He asked.<br><br>"I am?" She responded.<br><br>"Ah ha ha." He laughed as he wagged his finger at her. "You are playing a game with me."<br><br>"Am I?" She made her eyes wide allowing them to sparkle just a bit as she continued her stroll about the room.<br><br>Already she had seen a number of people who were on the Company’s wanted list, then snorting daintily as she took a closer look at a beautiful Renoir, thought, "<em>There were a few here that should be on the Company'’ list and weren't." <br></em><br>She kept one eye on the art and the other looking for her Goto. <em>"Maybe him,"</em> she eyed the man standing by the potted palm. "<em>Nah, too … shifty."</em> She grinned to herself<em>. "Besides, his eyes were too close together."</em> <br><br>Coming around the far end of the room, she glanced up and saw him<em>. There he is</em>. He was tall and perfectly muscled. The tux he wore could have been cut just for him, and probably was. He sure was easy on the eyes. His hair was a bit overlong, but one thing she had learned growing up in the Embassy. An U.S. Soldier has a way of occupying space. It didn’t matter if they were no longer active, if they were Special Forces, and she knew her guy was, they had it. He was the only one in the room who even came close to having it. No amount of re-training could take that out of a man. <br><br>Walking up to the bar, she eased in between him and another suit; she placed her glass in front of his and in the pre-arranged code asked, "Hey sexy, care to buy a girl a drink?" If he responded with the answering code, she had made contact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 09:33:58</strong>
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				Daniel looked to his left, eyeing his partner for the briefest of seconds. It was an old SEAL habit to gauge those around you. Speed was on her side. Strength was on his. Weapons would be hard to get to in close space. Right fist to the 12th rib, left side; broken.&nbsp; Left hand pins target to the bar, immobiled. <br><br>“Je ne parle pas anglais,” Daniel replied, in perfectly imitated Occitan accent. Mr. Moreau didn’t speak any other language beside French. None the less, that was the code-word.<br><br>&lt;I do think I know what you’re after, though,&gt; he smiled, turning to the bartender, ordering two beers, German import.<br><br>Seeing the man to his left, a grizzly, shifty fellow –Daniel had pinned him as private security when he first scouted the room— get up and, unsteadily, make his way out through a small door beyond the auction-booth, he grinned, motioning to the vacated stool. <br><br>&lt;What brings a young woman like you to this dreadfully dull party? Surely you’d have more fun at some ‘hip’ night club?&gt; Daniel ventured, taking a sip from his beer. &lt;No matter, I suppose you’re here to buy. You reek of money. Or at least, I imagine that’s what money smells like. Shalini, right? Ridiculously priced perfume.&gt;<br><br>Turning to better face the young agent, he smiled easily. &lt;But, I’d wager that’s all intentional.&gt; He paused, taking a long sip of his beer. &lt;You come in here, dressed in money, wearing a perfume anyone with half their nose would recognize. A bold statement anywhere else, but here it blends in to a white-wash with all the other women trying to do the same.&gt;<br><br>Daniel paused then, looking thoughtful for a second. &lt;Please, forgive me. I tend to ramble in the presence of a fine woman such as yourself. My name’s César Moreau. And who may you be?&gt;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 22:47:18</strong>
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				"Adele Yamamoto." She offered her hand.&nbsp; She laughed lightly at his compliment and nodded her forgiveness.&nbsp; Looking him first up, then down, then up again, she raised both eyebrows before speaking, &lt;I dress of money because I can.&gt;&nbsp; She informed, a hint of a smile hovered across her lips.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Nodding she added, &lt;Yes, there are many women dressed beautifully here, smelling of rediculiously priced perfumes.&nbsp; One does want to be outstanding without standing out.&nbsp; Do you understand what I mean?&gt;&nbsp; She pulled a slim dark cigarette from a silver case in her purse.&nbsp; Leaning over, she permitted the bartender to light it as she held his hand for just a moment longer than necessary.&nbsp; The bartender's hands told her an interesting story.&nbsp; He certainly had been raised in a higher station that menial labor.&nbsp; And he was no bartender, not with that manicure.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>A coy smile twisted Sari's lips as a laquered nail trailed a wet path down the label of the bottle that had been set before her.&nbsp; She didn't take a drink however, instead she shifted just a bit as the hairs on the back of her neck stood, something that always happened when she got the feeling that she was being watched.&nbsp; It was almost never wrong.&nbsp; She put one hand on the bar and spun herself.&nbsp; To someone watching her, her body would appear at ease, but she had purposefully slid a bit foreward and spun just so that she could get a view of the room while not exposing her back to either the bartender or her her new friend, Mr. Moreau.&nbsp; Indeed there was someone watching her.<br>&nbsp;<br>&lt;So, Mr. Moreau, are we going to sit and get quietly drunk together, or?&gt;&nbsp; &nbsp;She gave a half shrug of her slender shoulders.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 00:01:00</strong>
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				&lt;I don't, but I'm not a man accustomed to these kind of gatherings,&gt; Daniel replied, taking another sip of his beer. His nostrils flared as the smoke from her cigarette drifted over to him. It smelled like cherries. Swivelling in his stool to face Sari, his eyes flicked around the room before settling on the same thing she had.<br><br>The big, grizzly man who had been sitting beside him before Sari, was back, hovering over near the auction-table and its elaborate decorations nearly overwhelming the simple elegance of the pieces on display. He was doing a pretty good job of standing out, although, while he did appear to be watching the room, he didn't seem to be paying Sari and Daniel any more attention than any of the other guests. In otherwords, standard goon-security. <br><br>His watch beeped, then. Pulling up the cuff of his shirt, he pressed a button on the side of his watch, stopping the alarm. It was go-time. The alarm was a signal. The NSA just confirmed that members of the Egyptian Islamic Jihad have been identified in and around Paris. Daniel's mission was to go ahead. <br><br>Realizing he was starring at his watch, he pretended to be examining a scratch along the glass, before redoing his cuff.<br><br>&lt;That sounds interesting, but I came here hoping to see all that Al-Fayed has to offer. My client is quite fond of a few pieces that our host is auctioning,&gt; he explained as he absently ran his own finger around the neck of his bottle. <br><br>Leaning forward conspiritorialy, he waved Sari to do the same, so that he was whispering in to her ear. To any onlooker, and specifically mister grizzly, it would look like two young people sharring an intimate conversation. &lt;I must confess that I am on a mission. My client has gotten word that Al-Fayed is keeping his 'most delicious', as my client puts it, pieces cloistered away for a few private buyers. I've been tasked with finding out who he's going to sell them to, so my client can buy them out.&gt;<br><br>Sitting back up, Daniel took another sip of his beer before putting it down on the bar. Getting up from his seat, he straightened his tux before offering his arm to Sari. <br><br>&lt;What do you say to accompanying me? It'd make the night much more pleasent.&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 21:48:16</strong>
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				Sari nodded and stood, then proceeded to take her contact's extended hand.&nbsp; A slight smile touched her lips as she went with him to view the art that was on display.<br>&nbsp;<br>&lt;Something is not quite right with this Cheret.&gt; Sari frowned as she stared at the Lithograph.&nbsp; &lt;The colors were off--not a lot, but still.&nbsp; Cheret was known for his delicate blending of pastels, some of the hues were just a tad too rich.&gt;&nbsp; She chewed on her bottom lip a bit as she spoke to Casper. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 22:37:16</strong>
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				&lt;Maybe it isn't an original,&gt; Casper mused, looking at the painting with faked interest. In truth, he knew shit all about any of this art. He had been briefed on the artists expected to be on display, and the most simple description of their work. &lt;My client had warned me that Al-Fayed may be desperate enough to try something like this.&gt;<br><br>Looking around, Casper cursed, ever so lightly. Grizzly-man was following them. <br><br>&lt;We've got company,&gt; he whispered in to Sari's ear, lingering there for a moment. They needed to look like they had something else on their minds. If they disappeared at some point in the night, it'd be much better for the goons to think they couldn't keep it in their respective pants. &lt;I don't think he suspects I'm here on the behalf of my client, yet.&gt;<br><br>Continuing down the rows of paintings, Casper scanned the room again. Some of the guards that had been floating around earlier were gone. That could be a good or a bad thing. &lt;&lt;Russian: The guards are emptying out. Al-Fayed's probably called them in, wanting an update on the guests. If we're going to slip out unnoticed, now's the time.&gt;&gt;
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				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 13:47:58</strong>
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				Sari nodded at her mentor and taking his cue licked the lobe of his ear and giggled before smiling softly and walking away from him only to stop.&nbsp; Waiting just a beat she then pivoted and with a cocky half smile and curl of her finger left little doubt to any one watching what she was inviting the man to do.<br>&nbsp;<br>&lt;Come lover...Don't make promises to a girl like that and then not carry them out.&gt;&nbsp; She cooed and pivoted toward the door again with a toss of her head that said the woman knew what she was about.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>As she strutted towards the door, she pulled out a tiny comact from her purse and adjusted her lipstick, and added a bit of powder to her nose and forehead, at least to all those watching that's all she did. <br>&nbsp;<br>As she came to the door, she stopped as any woman would and waited.&nbsp; As the man came up behind her she snapped the compact shut and half turned, waiting for him to open the doors for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 20:36:34</strong>
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				Daniel grinned inwardly at Sari. She was, plain and simple, very gorgeous. It was a nice change of pace to be partnered with someone of the fairer sex.<br><br>Daniel smiled, looking side-long at Grizzly-goon, who's expression was one of amused understanding. Daniel waited long enough for him to move on to another group of people before going to the door, opening it for Sari, his free arm wrapping around her tapered waist.<br><br>&lt;I like a woman who knows what she wants,&gt; Daniel laughed, looking back at the room once before opening the doors. &lt;It's such a waste to beat around the bush.&gt;<br><br>As the heavy wooden doors shut behind them, leading them in to a long hallway running down their left and right, frosted windows obscuring the details of the bright day outside, while letting the sunlight flood the hall. <br><br>&lt;Russian: No guards here, hopefully that'll last,&gt; Daniel whispered, his words sounding sensual, just in case anyone came up behind them. &lt;I think we'll have the best luck in Al-Fayed's office, which is... that way, I think.&gt; Pointing to the end of the hallway stretching to their right, Daniel began to walk, making sure to take his time, as if they were enjoying a simple stroll.<br><br>Pillars sat between the windows, expensive statue busts, delicate chinese vasses, flowers and other decorations adorning them. Al-Fayed certainly knew how to spend his money.<br><br>Their luck quickly ran out as they turned a corner to see a guard leaning against a door. Reacting as quickly as possible, Daniel grabbed Sari by the waist and pressed her against the wall, his own body closing in against hers as his lips fell on her neck. <br><br>&lt;Russian: Get him when he's within rang,&gt; he huredly murmered, his lips running up to her jaw, nipping at it. <br><br>The guard, seeing Daniel and Sari, sighed, before pushing himself off the door to come over to them.<br><br>&lt;French: Sir, madam, you cannot be here. The hallways are off-limits for the party,&gt; he explained, closing the gap quickly. &lt;If you'll return to the courtyard, please.&gt; He was right behind them now. Daniel sighed, turning to the man. <br><br>&lt;French: The courtyard is so crowded, though! Surely there has to be some place me and my lady can go that'll provide some seclusion?&gt; he asked, slurring his voice, letting the guard think he was drunk.<br><br>The guard's attention was drawn from Sari. Now was her chance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 21:21:16</strong>
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				Sari took Daniel's hand, but her eye's were scanning the scenery even as she threw back her head and laughed.<br>&nbsp;<br>&lt;&nbsp; Russian: Oh, darling you say such naughty things.&gt; She simpered and lowered her head a fraction to let him know she understood.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Following his lead, she first slipped off her heals, and strolled behind him, her shoes dangling from the fingers of one hand.<br>&nbsp;<br>&lt;Russian:&nbsp; Yes Darling.&gt;&nbsp; She moaned low in her throat as his mouth assailed her neck.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Hearing the guard, she pivoted and pouted at him and made her eyes go wide as she walked her fingers up the collar of his suit jacket.&nbsp; &lt;French:&nbsp; Oh, but I really need him to fuck me hard right now.&gt;&nbsp; She took the guard's hand and brought it to her left breast, can't you feel how my heart is beating with wanting?&gt;&nbsp; Then as the guard groped her, she squealing, &lt;Oh, you know how to handle a woman&gt;&nbsp; Leaning closer she brought her lips to his as she wrapped her arms around his neck.&nbsp; Slowly the guard relaxed in her arms until he was a puddle on the floor.&nbsp; Then she was stepping over him and has a device attached to the doors and her left ear.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&lt;Russian: The room is empty.&nbsp; Grab his keys.&gt;&nbsp; She began to remove her dress as she spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 04:23:33</strong>
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				Daniel had to hide his surprise as Sari took the guard out in very much a way he had not expected. <br><br>Looking at her in a new light, he had to remember they <em>were</em> in the middle of a hallway. &lt;Russian: Right.&gt;<br><br>Kneeling beside the unconscious guard, Daniel padded him down, finding a glock pistol, wallet, and a key card. Tossing the card to Sari, Daniel struggled for a moment, slipping his arms around the mans chest and lifting him up, dragging the dead-weight through the open door, leading in to a sitting room.<br><br>Once the door was shut, Daniel quite unceremoniously dropped the man on the largest sofa. &lt;We've got a bit of a problem,&gt; he explained, still in that sensual tone. Reaching in to the man's jacket, he pulled out the glock the man was armed with. Ejecting the magazine, he tossed both to Sari.<br><br>&lt;That particular model is only used by the French Army. Easy enough to get on the black market.&gt; He was finding it incredibly hard to not oggle over Sari's body as she shed her clothing, down to her skantest garments. &lt;That being said, the ammunition in the magazine is only issued to Foreign Legion soldiers. If that's the case, the guards here might be French soldiers.&gt;<br><br>Undoing the unconscious guard's belt, he forcefully removed his pants, tossing them behind the couch. The coat was next. &lt;That leaves us a few options. Either these guys are off-duty, and looking for some easy cash, or we've just stepped in to a French intelligence operation.<br><br>&lt;Officially, we're not supposed to be here. If we're caught, we're going to be throwing the Agency in to a huge pile of shit.&gt; Sighing, Daniel ripped open the guard's shirt, leaving him bare except for his underwear.<br><br>&lt;I'll let you do the rest,&gt; he explained, looking at the man and than to Sari.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 01:00:47</strong>
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				Sari was busy scanning the room as she stripped down to her scanties.&nbsp; Finally, clad only in black thigh highs,&nbsp; a French garter belt over a black lace g-string, and a black see through push up bra, matching of course, she got down to the business of making the guard ready.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She gave a shrug at Daniel's words.&nbsp; &lt;Russian: If he is FFL, he was sadly undertrained.&nbsp; If we have crossed in, we will soon know.&gt; She wasn't about to worry now, there was too much to do.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She walked up to the guard and with a sigh, laid herself across his inert body.&nbsp; Leaning in, she kissed his lips again as she whispered words of love and sex into his ear.&nbsp; Sliding up so that she was sitting on top of him, she threw her head back and pantomimed having sex with him for a moment.&nbsp; &lt;Russian:&nbsp; These will be imprinted on his memory.&nbsp; He will believe that he and I had sex.&gt;&nbsp; Finally, she tugged the man's underwear free, then sprayed his member, though, he seemed quite willing without it.&nbsp; Scowling, &lt;Russian:&nbsp; Pig.&gt;<br>&nbsp;<br>Finished with the guard, she looked at Daniel for instructions.&lt;Russian: Where do you want me to begin looking?&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 06:57:37</strong>
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				&lt;Russian: Don't be so quick to judge. All men are created equally flawed when it comes to women,&gt; Daniel commented from behind an old oak desk, busily typing away at the keyboard of a sleek black computer. The desk was classic in design, fountain-pens in an ivory cup, a paperweight that probably cost as much as the computer, and the chair was premium black-leather.<br><br>He was dragged away from his searching when he heard the sounds of sex. He watched, enrapt, as Sari bobbed up and down on top of the Legionarre, his attention naturally drawn to her breasts, clad only in the sheer black bra.<br><br>&lt;Right, memory. Got it,&gt; he managed, quickly returning to the computer. <br><br>Looking up at Sari as she made her way to the desk, he paused. &lt;Might want to put your clothes back on, 'cuss the floor plan I've just pulled up says Al-Fayed's office is on the other side of the Hotel. Looks like there's a servant's entrance somewhere in here, but it doesn't give a specific point. Find it, quickly.&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 07:12:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sari turned on a pivot and snatching up her slip, thew it over her head as she continued on to where her dress lay over a chair.&nbsp; It took her only a moment to fasten it.&nbsp; She shoved her feet back into the feathered heals as she was feeling along the walls for the tell-tale leak of air that would signal a break in the wall's construction.<br>&nbsp;<br>&lt;Russian:&nbsp; The door is along here somewhere.&gt;&nbsp; She whispered, as she felt along the seem looking for the trigger.&nbsp; Stepping back in frustration, she looked to both sides of the book case, then studied the book case itself to see if it possible held the trigger inside.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><em>Do they always choose books?</em> She wondered. <br>&nbsp;<br>Second shelf from the top, a title in English caught her eye, "The French Maid."&nbsp; <em>Could it be?</em><br>&nbsp;<br><em>&lt;</em>Russian: Try the play there in English, "The French Maid, second shelf down."&nbsp; She nodded as she pointed, wondering if her guess was true.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 21:12:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting up from the desk, Daniel walked over to the book shelf, examining the shelf. Pulling on the book, Daniel watched as it promptly fell on to the ground. <br><br>&lt;Russian: Not like the movies, then,&gt; he commented, before something caught his eye in the space the book had occupied. &lt;Wait.&gt;<br><br>Reaching behind in to a small alcove, Daniel laughed. &lt;Alright, maybe kind of like the movies.&gt; Grabbing hold of something, he laughed again. <br><br>Revealing a small disk-like remote, he waved it at Sari. &lt;Remote.&gt; Pushing the button, he turned, seeing a small section of wall right beside the bookshelf sink in and slide out of the way. <br><br>&lt;Good guess,&gt; Daniel commented. &lt;Make sure you toss the gun near his clothes. He sees it missing when he wakes up...&gt;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 02:31:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sari just rolled her eyes at the "good guess" comment as she tossed the now cleanly wiped gun toward the sleeping guard.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Doing a quick scan of her room, she couldn't see anything out of place that might belong to her, even the DNA she left behind belonged to some long dead woman from Belaruse.<br>&nbsp;<br>&lt;Russian:&nbsp; Now can we go?&gt;&nbsp; She motioned toward the servent's entrance with her head as she spoke.&nbsp; Never spend more time in a place than you have to was a rule taught to her by one of her trainers.&nbsp; Now feeling anxious, she was ready to move on.&nbsp; The glock in her purse felt heavy and she ran her fingers over it lovingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 20:56:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(((Sorry for the wait.)))<br><br>&lt;Russian: Yes, I imagine we can,&gt; Daniel commented as he stepped past Sari, squeezing in to the just-to-tiny crawlspace that was the servant's tunnel. It was lined with lights, revealing their path as they went. <br><br>As soon as both of them had entered, Daniel pressed the disc and the entrance sealed behind them. &lt;It's damp in here. These tunnels probably pre-date the actual building.<br><br>&lt;Alright, the tunnel splits ahead, if I remember the layout correctly. We want to take... this one.&gt; Taking the tunnel to the left, they became aware of a downward slope. &lt;We'll exit out in the basement kitchen. There shouldn't be anyone there, but if there is, no lethal force. We haven't been authorized collateral damage.&gt;<br><br>At least the tunnels were getting wider. Daniel could move freely now, and as he neared the exit, he paused, removing a small device from his jacket pocket. Placing one end in his ear, he pressed the destressed conical end against the rough wall. <br><br>&lt;I can't here anything,&gt; he whispered, moving the device over the door. &lt;Alright, we should be good.&gt; <br><br>Pressing a switch on the door, it grinded open, revealing a wide, bright, state of the art kitchen, easily big enough to satiate the needs of a hundred guests. It was also completely empty. <br><br>&lt;Aha! Let's hope it's this easy as we continue on.&gt;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spy Who Shagged Me? Not quite... (Marlow and Chelemar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 16:50:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(congrats on godship * ::)&nbsp; at least for today *giggle*&nbsp; )<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&lt;I can't here anything,&gt; he whispered, moving the device over the door. &lt;Alright, we should be good.&gt; <br><br>Pressing a switch on the door, it grinded open, revealing a wide, bright, state of the art kitchen, easily big enough to satiate the needs of a hundred guests. It was also completely empty. <br><br>&lt;Aha! Let's hope it's this easy as we continue on.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>Sari's nerves were on edge.&nbsp; &lt;What do we say if we are seen?&gt;&nbsp; she whispered.&nbsp; Her hand clasped around the cold metal in her purse.&nbsp; He had said no lethal force, that didn't rule out the dart gun and a tranq to the neck.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She followed the contours of the room, halfway across a door opened somwhere near and the sound of gruff laughter could be heard.&nbsp; She looked turned toward Daniel with her eyebrows raised silently asking what she should do.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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