"Hey, easy!" Luke shot in, giving Jenya a look before adding, "And I only take orders from Milos. Not you. Rozumet?"

"Luke," Milos growled, looking annoyed. "Now."

"Yes, muk vudce."

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Jenya hissed at his disrespectful outburst. It wasn't like he or Mord could do half of the stuff that Jenya has done for the operation. The weeks of research, spying, obtaining weapons, electronics. In fact, without her, they would have all been arrested. Then again, she did leave Milos the job of finding these miserable fellows from the ditches. She made a mental reminder to personally oversee the recruitment in her next mission.

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I was cured all right.

"What..?" Ayla said confused as she started to panic again. "You told me.. why don't you let me go? I told you everything." she sobbed as Jenya grabbed her by the hair. She couldn't but notice the small struggle when the woman commanded the man to come.. but would it do good for her? As she thought of it now she was in trouble. Lots of trouble.

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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.

"What's your plan?" Luke asked Jenya, shifting his weight back and forth from his heels to his toes. He looked, if anything, a bit bored by the tediousness of this whole moment.

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"You'll see," Jenya said in a light teasing voice. "Just follow me." She picked the hostage up by her hair and dragged her into the woman's bathroom where she had originally stopped. "Stay here," she asked Luke, before she brought the hostage inside.

She cut her PlastiCuffs off, reminding, "There's someone standing outside this room. Attempt to escape, and I'm letting him have his way with you. I am curious to see Stockholm at work." She then stood back, pointed at her bag which still had the plumber's uniform visibly protruding from it, and ordered, "Change your clothes into that."

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I was cured all right.

Escape didn't even occur to Ayla when her cuffs were cut in the Ladies bathroom; two people obviously with guns or other kind of weapons blocked her way out of the bathroom.. and even then there would be more waiting for her. Escape? No that was impossible..

She slowly edged back from Jenya until she stood with her back against the white bathroom wall. She still trembled and could hardly contain herself. Her gaze dwelled to the bag on the floor. How Ayla would have wanted to do something. To ignore this order, but at this moments she didn't have any option but to obey.

Somewhat embarrassed, to change in front of a complete stranger, she changed into the outfit, which didn't fit her. She looked at her high heels, jeans and her blouse which were disposed on the floor.
"You can't take my clothes.." Ayla said resentful. "Those cost me alot of money!"

[ Should I have Bill wait to come up until Jenya did her stuff? ]

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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.

(Yeah, go ahead! Get the plot moving.)

"Made from destroying the environment," Jenya retorted. "Money funds the greatest evils on this earth. Now shut up." She put a fresh pair of Plasticuffs on the hostage, before taking her blouse and putting it on over her jumper, noting the particular extra room she had now. The jeans were nearly the same thing that she wore in the first place so she didn't bother with that. She finally exchanged her shoes for the high heels before looking around the bathroom.

"This appears to be soundproof, but just in case..." she observed. She produced a gag from the bag and roughly placed in the hostage's mouth. She then left the restroom with the bag, giving a mocking wave of her hand. She stopped at Luke and said, "I'll meet you at the meeting room."

She made her way into the meeting room and prepared just like the hostage said. Putting the name tags where they belonged, making the coffee. She even placed glasses of water at each of the table. However, she extracted smoke bombs, remotely detonated ones, and placed them underneth the table. She then hid the bag inside one of the cabinets and made sure her blouse covered the gun inside the jeans.

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I was cured all right.

"Tell me why we're taking orders from the tree-hugging crack-pot devka, again?" Luke said hotly under his breath as he rejoined the other two men, who were headed up the stairs to the main meeting room. His brows furrowed together. He directed the words at his companion, Mord.

Mordakai actually laughed; a strange sound coming from him, it shook him like a mountain in an earthquake. "Milos' idea," he grunted.

Milos cast a glance over his shoulder as the reached the room. "Shuddup, you two. Doesn't matter now. It's time to get down to business..."

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Ayla sank on her knees after she was left alone in the bathroom. Her mind was spinning with everything what had happened: here she was, bound and gagged in a plumber's outfit alone in the bathroom. So this woman wanted to imitate her, by changing into her clothes? Did she think anyone would buy that? Everyone would notice she wasn't dark-skinned like her..

And this woman's remark on the environment.. Was that what it all was about? She heard the woman giving order to the other man and then there was only the diminishing sound of clicking heels. But to her surprise Ayla heard the heavy footsteps of the man disappear too. Did they just leave her without locking doors?

Ayla quickly got up, the tile floor felt cold to her bare feet, but she couldn't change shoes now with bound hands. With her elbow she tried to open the door as softly as possible and looked left and then right into the corridor, her heart racing in hear throat: it was empty. Softly she started to tiptoe towards the starcases, hoping nobody would notice her..

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Bill walked towards the elevators and pressed the button for the elevator to descend. It didn't react. Nor was the display lightened.. Obviously the elevators hadn't been turned on or there was a disruption Bill thought displeased. That was bad: if his guests were now to climb stairs they might become displeased too.
Irritated he took his cellphone out of his pocket, dialed a number and waited. "Stephens" he growled "Get your ass over here.. the elevators broke down. And call a electrician. Now."
He turned to Amy. "Well mrs Miles'," he said with a smile that didn't fit with his cold eyes. "I hope you don't mind a walk."

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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.

Jenya waited anxiously for Mr. Riley when the first of the guests arrived, a yuppie by the looks of him. She straightened herself and said with as little trace of her accent as possible, "Hello and welcome. It appears you're earlier than others. Please, allow me to show you your seat, Mr..."

She lead him towards his seat and gently retreated, texting a message to Milos as she did. It read, "Wait for my signal. Secure hostage."

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I was cured all right.

Milos straightened from his slouched position against the wall further down the hallway, around the corner in the shadows where the three anarchists waited unseen. His attention alerted by the vibration against his hip, he reached down and flipped open his cellular. Amusement on his face, haunting, like a ghost.

"Hey, Mord. I got a job for you..."

.........

The sound of heavy foot falls echoed down the stairwell, heading towards Ayla as she went along the stair's path...

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Amy shook her head. "Of course I don't mind, Sir." she said, acctually she was relieved they wouldn't use the elevator. She was slightly scared by them since she once got stuck in one for a few hours which also had caused her fear of narrow spaces. While her boss talked on the phone, she headed over to the stairs, but stopped infront of them to let her boss go forward. "Sir..." she said, showing him to go first.

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

Ayla tried to spit out her gag to make her breathing more easy but she couldn't. Suddenly she froze: footsteps. They became louder. The staircases were just around the corner. Should she make a run for it? But whoever might approaching her would cach her..
Just before the figures came around the corner, and would see her, Ayla duck into an open space on her right where the photocopier and the printer where situated. She crawled behind the printer, convinced that her loud heartbeat would give her away. The footsteps came closer while Ayla hoped and prayed that they would pass and whoever they were would not see her.

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Bill Riley nodded as he was welcomed and brought into the meetingroom by a young woman. He'd never seen her before but then.. he couldn't remember all the names or faces from all the employees from his firm. Automatically he walked over to his usual chair at the middle of the head of the table, but found that his name tab was changed with that of secretary.
"Are you new here?" he asked Jenya, while frowning at the name tabs.

[ I'll pm Eru to ask if she can get here char inside the building. Then the games can begin I think ]

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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.

Mord paused as he reached the hallway, glancing around. He shifted his bulk from his left foot to his right, looking puzzled... the hostage wasn't here... She couldn't have gotten far, though. He grunted to himself and continued down the hall...

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Ayla wished that she could shrink or be invisible. Her heart was racing like crazy and for a moment she thought that she was deafened by it because she heard nothing else. But then she realised that the footsteps had stopped. Did they stop their search? She didn't dare to look. For now she made herself as small as possible and hoped that the dark corner behind the printer would remain unnoticed.

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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.

Mordakai paused again in his walk, his shadow falling over her, though his back was towards her. He turned slightly, staring at the floor around the copy machine. For a second, it was though he was staring right at her... though he didn't see, for he continued on further down the hall.

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