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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 16, 2009 20:25:01 GMT -5
'Back up' The woman had called them. 'Reinforcements.' The plague and whomever was spreading it had spread to America. New Orleans, to be exact. God only knew how they were going to get into the country. Airports were closed. "The damned fools are treating this like a legitimate disease." the blone knight growls, throwing the letter back onto her desk. Crossing her legs, she leans back in her chair. "Walter..." she asks, slipping a cigarillo out of her pocket. "How might I go about sending some troops into America with no access to the airports and national security breathing down our necks?"
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Post by Walter on Aug 16, 2009 20:57:11 GMT -5
"Hmmm" he pondered as he produced a gold plated zippo out of his breast pocket and offered his master a light. "Now it would all really depend on who we send now would it m'lady? If suppose we send our resident monsters as live cargo via exotic exports .... I'm sure Mr. Maverick and Ms. Tosca can pass under the radar as giant cocker spaniels" he said with an amused chuckle.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 16, 2009 21:16:28 GMT -5
Integral frowns, leaning forward to inhale on the cigar and catch the flame. "It might work...but I believe Sir. Winfield needs to tag along as well. Foreign affairs is his business. I can‘t see us getting Allastor Winfield getting through security in a box…"
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Post by Walter on Aug 16, 2009 21:23:10 GMT -5
Lifting up a corner of his lip to form smirk, Walter replied "Now Sir Integra .... how hard do you think it will be to get Sir. Winfield a boating license and some papers for international exports and trade ...."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 16, 2009 21:36:16 GMT -5
She grins at the man and exhales a cloud of smoke. "Genius, Walter...You see now why I love you?"
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