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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 20:21:05 GMT -5
He swung open the door of the black sedan, getting in and settling himself with a soft sigh. Long, adventerous night, but the objective was complete, and clean up would remove all traces of their presence. Their hijinks were the stuff of legend, spectacular battles that were never heard of, though seen often. Explosions, fires, all mysteriously gone the next morning as if nothing were there.
He reached down and adjusted the radio so that it played the soothing sounds of rock music, then reached behind him and propped the shotgun in the back, he'd keep it, it was a good gun. Then the last action was reaching over and clasping his seat belt, as he turned and looked at Marek sitting there, in the seat.
It was obvious after a few minutes the man wasn't going to do what needed to be done on his own, so Raikov perked a brow.
"This car don't leave, till you're buckled in, bud.".
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Post by Baka on Feb 24, 2008 20:32:55 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Marek stretched the belt across his barrel chest and snapped it into place.
“There. Happy now?” He said, obviously annoyed.
They were officially off the clock and would report in tomorrow with Gelt, but for tonight drinking was in order; at least, it was for Marek. Marek didn’t really like killing the younger crowd. They were young and with youth came stupidity; they were expected to make mistakes.
But it wasn’t for Marek to question his job, he did as he was ordered to and that was all there was to it.
“Let’s go…I’m thirsty.”
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 20:44:40 GMT -5
He grinned and mashed in the clutch before putting the car in first gear, and then they were off on the main road once more, Raikov deftly shifting between gears as he drove. A straight shift was outdated most of the time these days, but when you did the kind of driving Raikov was accustomed to, being able to control the speed and power of your car could be crucial at any moment.
A drink didn't sound too bad to him either, those fools had caused a few stress knots and bruises, and a drink always helped give him perspective at the end of the way. He saw their exit and merged with the turning lane to get onto it, driving another quarter of a mile before seeing Clowd Nein and pulling into it's half full parking lot.
He got out of the car and shut the door, arming the security feature as he walked in with Marek, finding a cozy little booth away from the other patrons and taking his seat. When the waiter came to them, he ordered a Jack and Coke, then looked to Marek to make his decision.
They'd talk about the mission when he left, how they thought they did, how they could do better, it was part of their routine, why they worked so well together.
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Post by Baka on Feb 24, 2008 21:37:22 GMT -5
Clowd Nein was one of the first establishments to have been erected on Midgar. Many ShinRa employees would stop by to grab a drink after work. It didn’t cater to many non-ShinRa employees so it was the ideal spot for people like Raikov and Marek to relax. The people hoping to inhabit Midgar were waiting packed away in their homes in Junon, Kalm and several of the tiny villages surrounding them, waiting for the chance to live in the promised metropolis of Midgar. Those with no place else to go had already begun constructing homes beneath the plate.
Sitting across from Raikov, Marek glanced up at the waiter. “Vodka on the rocks.” With a nod the waiter left to fill their orders and Marek removed his fingerless gloves, setting them on the side of the table.
“I…” he said pausing long enough to fix his sleeves. “…do not envy the cleanup crew…not at all.”
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 21:56:21 GMT -5
The drinks arrived fairly swiftly, people always did things like that for Raikov, Marek, and the others who were employed by the "Electric Company'. He took a slight sip from the drink, allowing the whiskey to burn the innards of his throat, then he set the glass down.
"I know the feeling. They've got a helluva job on their hands. Though who'd really want to be where we were when all that went down?".
He grinned some at the thought, knowing that very few could handle the pressures of their job as well as they, and then he cracked his neck some, taking another swig of the drink.
"Now, let's talk action for a minute. We obviously weren't prepared for them to have that robo guard, everything else was handled well. How do we fix our lack of intel in the future though?".
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Post by Baka on Feb 24, 2008 22:04:16 GMT -5
Lifting the glass of vodka, Marek took a drink. The ice cubes touched the glass giving off a small clinking sound. Letting the liquor work its way down his throat, Marek sighed as warmth filled him.
“Ahhh, that’s nice.” Setting the glass back down on the table, the Turk leaned back in his booth.
“The way I see it, it wasn’t a lack of intel on our part. That is to say, we had no way of knowing that they had that d**ned thing. Short of sending a chopper to scope out all our locations before we hit them, there’s not much that can be done.”
Reaching forward, Marek took another sip of his drink.
“I’m more concerned with remedying the problem. That warehouse needs to be investigated and they are probably cleaning it out as we speak. I imagine Gelt will send some MP’s down to check out the area along with one or two of our own, but unless we catch a lucky break we won’t be able to find out who’s been tipping them off.”
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 22:25:17 GMT -5
He laughed some as he downed half the drink this time, basking in it's warmness, then he nodded some. Marek definitely had a point, if the warehouse could have something like that stolen without notice, what else would be taken before they stopped it.
"My friend, finding t hings like that is your speciality, we already know that. Well, we'll definitely make a note of it in our report to Gelt, I'm sure it'll be me and you going, maybe one other. We're the ones with the previous experience with them now.".
He visibly relaxed as the drink worked it's magic on his innards, his muscles already soothed some as he cracked his neck.
"Let's finish this drink and get going, we're going to be need some rest for tomorrow.".
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Post by Baka on Feb 24, 2008 22:45:02 GMT -5
Reaching forward, Marek took another sip of his drink.
“I’m more concerned with remedying the problem. That warehouse needs to be investigated and they are probably cleaning it out as we speak. I imagine Gelt will send some MP’s down to check out the area along with one or two of our own, but unless we catch a lucky break we won’t be able to find out who’s been tipping them off.”
Finishing his drink, Marek set the ice filled glass on the table. Slipping his fingerless gloves back on, Marek yawned.
“You know, it’s not that I mind the work, but I’m really getting tired of patrolling the city.” Placing his arms across his chest, the large Turk looked off towards the bar. “Besides the fact that it’s more of a task suited for an MP, it’s a waste of our talent.”
Waiting for Raikov to finish his drink, Marek yawned.
“Alright, let’s get out of here.”
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 22:54:40 GMT -5
He nodded as he finished his drink, setting the glass down and standing up. He knew exactly what Marek meant, but so long as the pay was good, he wasn't going to argue with anyone above his rank.
"You're right, my friend. But trust me, as the threats grow more advanced, our missions will become more...interesting. For now, let's just enjoy the easy work and the good pay.".
With that, he left the money on the table and began to walk out. He'd pay for the drinks this time, Marek could get the next round. He reached in for the keys and deactivated the alarm system, climbing in and fastening his seat belt.
"Buckle up"
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