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"The guy's right. Take a canoe." She paused. "My da-This guy I knew....He was a sergean (sp? Brain fart...) and he used to tell me about these people he had to stitch up...He said it's pretty simaler to sewing anything else. And...well, I used to hunt."
She looked at Angle.
"So how the hel are we supposed to get on a plane? Three outlaws, boarding a plane with weapons. I don't think it's gonna happen." She looked at Storm. "Don't you have any other pathetic rich friends that have a private jet or something?"

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Angle grimaced at the idea of having Gwyn sew her like 'anything else' but heh, it was better than bleeding to death...

She chuckled, "We don't need to pay for a plane trip..." Angle cleared her throat. "I happen to have a plane at my disposal... and I can get airspace without any questions being asked..."

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"Oh... and I'm not rich, I'm not a friend, and I'm not pathetic..." Angle grinned.

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Gwyn looked at Angle with respect for the first time. This person is actually useful...

"I still don't know what's going on. I know they are a russian mob. But who are they? What are they trying to do? And why are we going to kill them?"

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"Well... I do not know why Storm here has been hired to kill him, but I know I want him and the mob because they have been messing things up in the city, and they are constantly killing and replacing their dealers, sometimes for no reason. And Nathan, the dealer, wants him dead because the guy double crossed him and tried to kill him, and of course, when someone lives through such a thing, they are likely to be rather ticked." Angle grinned. "I believe I just put that in a nutshell for you... now... you say you know how to... stitch?" She grimaced slightly, but figured there was no other way, unless one of the other two there knew specifically how.

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"...yeah..." Gwyn seemed to see what Angle was getting at.
"I think we better sit down and think for a minute. If these people really are the Mafiya, they aren't stupid. It won't be easy. Got a plan?"

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Angle chuckled, "in my kind of situations, plans don't always exist, but you are correct. We should sit down and talk this over..." Angle gave Gwyn a genuine smile hey, this girl ain't so bad after all...

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Nathan walked into the hotel lobby looking around, the cameras were there, a man behind the desk, few people sitting there whom didn`t appear to be russians nor carrying guns for the way they sat since Weapons had a way of making sitting uncomfortable not to mention the russians used a lot of bigger firepower like AK`s.

Nathan walked to the desk and knocked the wooden desk.

"I would like a room please...."

Nathan said as he looked around and the man tookout a key for the room.

"I presume a nice view is required?"

"Whatever..."

Nathan took the keys and paid for the hotel room, he suspected that the russians wouldn`t expect him to take a room nor would the boss be there this night perhaps. Giving a speech to the new dealer that they would just use, after this would be over he would return to the UK for sure. Nathan walked trough the lobby to an elevator, the elevator was quiet and empty. Soon Nathan walked out in the 54th floor and opened his room door, he looked around the room and checked it many times until he sat down to a chair.

He opened the tv with a bored face as he pondered his next move.

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"First of all, where in Russia are they? What are they doing there? What is their security system? How will we break into wherever they are?" She looked at Storm. "I'm figuring that you already know where their location is. Am I right?"

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"Well... those questions may need to be answered when we get there... but I do believe we need to make sure our equipment is available. What sort of weapons are we going to need? We may need explosives." Both Angle and Gwyn were now bombing Storm with questions. Angle found this rather amusing, and wondered how he'd react to his trip and mission being planned by two women.

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Storm, for his part, was still sulking. "There's a first aid kit in the car," he growled. "We can talk this over later. Later. I'm not taking any more charity from this a______." He shot a venomous glance at Matt, who smirked.

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Down outside in the car still parked in the parking lot, Storm leaned back and rubbed his eyes wearily. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in days. He looked back at his two passengers and sighed. Well, at least he needed Angle's plane....

He flipped open his laptop and gestured for Angle and Gwyn to look.

"It says they've got their headquarters south of Moscow," he said pointing. "But don't be fooled." He pulled up a map of Russia. "I believe Moscow is a decoy. Why would they put their headquarters at such a heavily populated area? So..." He zoomed in on a region. "That town is Norilsk, Russia. By means not necessarily legal, I have found that there is a new oil company developing there called the Nori Drill-Co (I am completely making this up, so don't take this for fact). However," he looked up from the computer, "there are no pipelines under that company name. The central pipelines of oil drilling is not even near Norilsk. There have been sightings of the Mafia there, a lot more activity than there should have been. The place is tundra, completely flat for miles. I tried hacking into the site, and guess what? Their base is fully encrypted and fully secure. Buried under fifty feet of solid rock and snow. Even satellites can't reach it. A little paranoid for a small-time oil company, don't you think?" He paused to let the effect of his words sink in.

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Angle nodded slowly. "ahem... well lets pull up the site and I'll take a shot at it..." She pretty much took the laptop and pulled up the encrypted site. Pulling a chip from her inner jacket pocket, she flipped the laptop over and opened a section, inserting the chip into the hard drive compartment. Angle righted the laptop then began typing. "In the CIA, we have to decrypt the most complex codes... and to do so, we are given a chip, which enhances the effectiveness of our hacking abilities..."

After a while of typing, she grinned. "There... just what we need... there's a list of weapons..." then suddenly both of her brows went up. "Aha... seems they're dealing missiles... now that's big time..." She handed the laptop back to Storm.

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Gwyn nodded.
"We should try to take a look at this place before we decide anything." She paused. "You should take us to your plane pretty soon."

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Angle smirked, "indeed..." She rumaged through the first aid kit and managed to find a bandage large enough for her shoulder. "Drat it no one knows how to make a good first aid kit these days... "

After managing to bandage her shoulder, she slipped her jacket back over the black tanktop she was wearing, then pulled out a map.

Pointing to an area, Angle spoke to Storm. "My plane is at a small hanger not far from here... we go there, and I have all my equipment there."

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Gwyn rolled her eyes. She was always being ignored all the time, and it seemed like whenever they talked, it was never to her...oh well, she'll end that someday, she thought.

They reached the plane. Gwyn had to admit she was impressed.

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