Milos yanked Ayla back as she shifted slightly in his grip. "Atta girl," he said with a slight chuckle. His tone was cold, not unlike his serious expression.

A slight click echoed down the hall, catching Milos' attention and he whirled, jerking his hostage roughly in the process, looking first at Jenya, then further down the hall. The door clicked behind the back of Luke G'rey as he entered the floor. He was lean, with a casual expression on his youngish face, and tall, though not quite as tall as the man who had entered the hall just seconds after him - the third member of the unlikely trio, Mordakai Jakes. Mord was the muscle of the group by far, and by his firm stance, he obviously was quite aware of this.

Luke assessed the situation with quick, blue eyes before Milos growled, "Jste pozde. (You're late)"

"A jste prekvapeni? (And you're surprised?)" Luke laughed slightly. "This place is a mad house. Iide se objevil vievo a vpravo. (People are showing up left and right) "

"I think he knows, it seems he's already found one of them," added Mord gruffly, eyeing up Ayla.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Ayla gasped as the man clenched her tightly to his chest so she hardly could move. But by just turning her head she could just see two other men entering the hallway. Panic and fear took even more hold of her as she seemed surrounded by them, although she didn't even know who 'them' was or what 'they' wanted. Ayla was about to cry out of fear but no tears were spilled. She could still hardly understand what had happened to her just now.
it seems he's already found one of them The man's voice sounded cold and merciless and it seemed that his eager eyes pierced right through her.
"Them?" Ayla soflty whispered in panic. Her fear to be mistaken with someone else exceeded her fear to speak. "I just work here.. bring coffee. Please.."

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"Nice to meet you Mrs Miles." Bill said with civility, still eyeing Amy. He noticed that she was nervous, something Bill Riley did not like. He was a calm man who, almost, never let his emotions run a free course. But then he realised that his presence might make her nervous which he took as a compliment. So he decided to say something nice to the girl. "Well, Stephens told me you had some potential Mrs Miles. How would you like it to be my personal secretary for this nights meeting?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Amy looked down a little more. She bit her lip, but she nodded. Finally, she let out a sigh, closing her eyes. She raised up her face to look at her boss and nodded again. "I would be honoured to take this part, Sir." she said. "And I would like to thank you and Mr. Stephens to trust me like this..."

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He gave her a less than gentle tap on the head with the barrel of the pistol. "I though' I told you to be quiet, *beep*," he snarled into her ear.
Truth be told, he was annoyed. Now that he looked at her more closely, she hardly looked... corporate. Official. Important. He cursed his bad luck, having been hoping for something better to gamble with. Oh well, she'd have to do until they got to the meeting room...

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Jenya examined the screens that the security cameras feed into. The usual guests arrived. Including that greedy *******, Riley. Satisfied he has arrived, she retreated back to the lift, where she found the last two cohorts, Luke and Mord. She immediately noticed Mord eying the girl suggestively and warned, "Don't even think about it, извращенец."

She turned her gaze at their hostage and looked at her carefully. She then asked in a cold voice, "Tell me exactly what you were doing here."

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I was cured all right.

Mordakai bristled, not liking being told off by anyone but his boss. He muttered something under his breath that apparently only Luke caught, for the man smirked.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Jenya hissed at Mordakai, never really trusting that brute. Come and think about it she never really did trust anybody. She trusted the human race to pollute the airs and the seas and basically think of more creative ways to destroy the environment. That was about it.

She glared at Milos before turning back towards the hostage.

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I was cured all right.

Now a woman appeared in front of her, with a quite satisfied look. Did it succeed, whatever their plan was? Why did they need her?
For a moment Ayla was struck by her rather stupid question: wasn't that what she'd just told them? But then she managed to say with a steady voice: "I told you: I work here. I'm here to open up the office, prepare the meeting room and bring coffee.." She looked at the woman, who did scare her as much as the others. "And if I didn't to all these things," she added boldly "they'll know something happened to me.."

[Just a quick postie ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Milos swore loudly, cursing his bad luck again. They were getting off to a bad start already...
"If the meeting room isn't ready, the others are sure to know something's up," he said to Jenya.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Jenya looked at the hostage, then at herself, surveying her clothes. She turned her gaze back at the hostage and came up with a brilliant idea.

"No, Milos, I have thought of something better," she said, smiling widely. She leaned in to his ear and whispered, "Give the hostage to me."

She turned to the hostage again and demanded, "Tell me exactly what needs to be prepared in the meeting room." While she waited for an answer, she dug into her pocket to retrieve a pair of Plasticuffs.

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I was cured all right.

"What? Why?" Ayla said confused. Did she tell them to much by saying she had to prepare things? Focus a voice within her said. She needed to remain useful to them, if not there was a risk she was to be set aside.. then it would be game over.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Milos released her, but the gun stayed at the back of her neck as a reminder that she dare not move. "You are to answer questions, not ask them," he said firmly.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Jenya walked up to the hostage and tied her hands behind her back. She hissed, "Less you know, more likely we don't have to shoot you." She roughly grabbed the hostage by the hair and asked again, whispering into her ear, "Tell me what needs to be done. Answer and we'll think about letting you live. Refuse and I will kill you."

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I was cured all right.

She winced when her hands were bound, the plastic cut her flesh. Her mind was racing of what to tell and what to keep to herself. But when Jenya threatened and grabbed her black hair, which she had braided for work, she conceded. "The lights should be turned on, just like the computer and beamer for the presentation. Cups for coffee for every person, there will be twenty. Name tabs for the staff at the head of the table. Mr Riley to the left, then his secretary and the director of Finance..."
She stopped and tried to free herself from woman's grasp, a tear ran down her cheek. She hoped she'd played well for officially Mr Riley would be seated in the middle at the head of the table. Perhaps by this mistake her collegues would be alarmed..

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Bill nodded stiffly. "Well lets go then.." he said and walked toward the rotating door.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Amy nodded. "Of course Sir" she whispered, slowly walking after Mr. Riley, always keeping a little space between them. She stopped in front of the door and waited for her boss to enter the building before going after him.

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Jenya stared at her for a moment and then appeared to accept her instructions. She turned to Luke and commanded, "You. Come with me." She then focused her attention on the hostage, demanding, "Get up." She pulled her roughly by the hair upward.

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I was cured all right.