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Post by The Smith on Dec 18, 2009 21:16:55 GMT -5
Red grimaced "I can not promise painless death. They use blades."
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Post by Erik on Dec 18, 2009 21:23:59 GMT -5
"Then they can strike where death comes quickly. Speaking, as we are, in terms of 'they', it will be multiple men, yes? Makes it easier."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 18, 2009 21:29:03 GMT -5
"A team yes, but I am not sure of how many." Red replies, "It will depend on your requirements."
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Post by Erik on Dec 18, 2009 21:32:51 GMT -5
"My requirements are that the job be done, whenever I let you or your associates know that she is in the city. Simple enough, I should think."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 18, 2009 21:36:23 GMT -5
Red nodded, "You can bring word here."
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Post by Erik on Dec 18, 2009 21:39:05 GMT -5
"Sounds fine to me. How long will it take for them to prepare?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 18, 2009 21:46:52 GMT -5
"That obviously depends on defenses of the targets, but give them at least two weeks notice, to be on the cautious side."
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Post by Erik on Dec 18, 2009 21:57:47 GMT -5
"Lovely." Mors replies, holding his hand out to Red, "Well then, I shall be here as soon as I know when she'll arrive. Pleasure talking business with you, my good man."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 18, 2009 21:59:30 GMT -5
Red shook Mors' hand, and offered a weak smile.
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Post by Erik on Dec 18, 2009 22:08:43 GMT -5
Mors gets up and leaves the bar.
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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 16:39:37 GMT -5
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Mors makes his way back to where he left his guards and Ser Nerrick.
"All right, get another patrol if need be, but we're going to enter the bar and arrest all its workers and the ugly one-eyed ginger sitting in the back. Deadly force is out of the question."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2009 17:36:49 GMT -5
Nerrick nodded, "If we need I can rustle up a touch more muscle."
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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 17:40:19 GMT -5
"Do it, then. Meet at the bar in ten minutes precisely." Mors waves to the guards to follow him.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2009 17:44:44 GMT -5
Nerrick nods, and walks from the room.
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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 17:47:34 GMT -5
Mors heads for the bar, waiting in a side alley with a view of the front entrance. He sends two guards around to the back, and waits for Nerrick and his reinforcements.
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