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Post by Samantha Andrews on Oct 2, 2007 0:02:05 GMT -5
So, Sam had found her story. She had found what she wanted to write about and was now in search of facts. She wanted to get right up and close to her stories, perhaps the reason she got close to her stories was because she enjoyed depth. Her detail and depth of all her past stories had made her generally famous among many reporting agencies and her stories were always on demand.
From Africa, she arrived in Fiji. She had learned that this was really the only Resistance Main Head Quaters where she could find out information. She had already collected several leads, however she just needed to confirm them. She wanted to write the hell out of her stories, always had. If it meant facing life and death situations she was all heads for it.
She found herself at a local night club, a destination for those on holidays. She had arrived this morning, but decided she also needed to get out and have some fun. Just because she was a reporter didn't mean herr life revolved around it. There was music and plenty of people dancing. Sam made her way to the bar and orderer herself a drink, she sat down and looked around. Tomorrow she would start.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 2, 2007 12:17:22 GMT -5
Brandon had contacts all around the world. He had been informed that a reporter was searching for the base of the Resistance's organization. He was not very excited about having a reporter run down his facilities and start asking questions about his organization. It was a hazard and could lead to the vampires or werewolves finding the hideouts and leading to possible deaths of his men. Brandon had found out where she was and instantly send up a team to set up a hit. As she was in the bar seven eyes were on her. As she was on the dance floor they made their move. All seven were men, dressed in casual street clothes. One man moved up to her as the others stayed around. She could feel the touch of a steel against her back as the man whispered in her ear. " Do exactly as i say or the next story news line will have your name All over it. " The man said calmly
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Oct 3, 2007 2:09:17 GMT -5
Sam was enjoying the exotic party life of the locals as well as tourists at the bar. It was quite refreshing to feel generally safe and away from trouble and in the whole part atmosphere, that so many spoke about. Wearing her casual clothes, she blended in with many of the party goers. She felt something placed against her back during the middle of a dance she was in, with some other holiday goer. She smiled, keeping her cool, and listened to the requests made by the person behind her. She had been in too many dangerous positions, and knew that perhaps it was not good to scream out in the public area.
She nodded to her partner of the dance floor, “Thankyou for the dance,” as the music ended, still will the item against her back, “I have some business to tend to, with my colleague.”
She showed no fear in her eyes, as she waited for the instructions from the stranger behind her. Her partner moved away and found another person to dance with, “Threats aren’t always going to get you some where fella,” she said quietly in her African accent, but loud enough for him only to hear, “You could have simply asked and I may have followed you.”
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 3, 2007 8:55:11 GMT -5
The man listened as he walked towards the bar. He moved the gun from her back and and placed it back inside of his holster and covered the holster with his jacket. He leaned up against the bar with his hand around her waist so she would not bolt. " You see those six men in black jackets that are all facing this direction? " He asked as he looked over at her. " If you try and run then they will catch you. " He said calmly. " We are going to take a little ride if that is ok with you. " He said as he glanced around the bar
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Oct 3, 2007 9:16:45 GMT -5
Sam moved to the bar with the stranger, and felt the item being removed from her back. She had thoughts towards what the item may have been, and it was very likely a gun. So, whatever these people were after had to be something ridiculous. She felt his arm creep around her waist and felt the sudden urge to push it away. Yet, she thought twice. He was armed, and she was not.
She listened as he spoke about six men, she looked around and caught each individual’s eyes and then returned hers back to the person whom had his grip on her. Her eyes dated over him, “What do you want from me? I am no criminal,” her eyes looked at him suspiciously and almost violently. But her tone, was rather casual and calm so that it did not appear that she was in distress and place her in a more dangerous position. Though, what was more dangerous then getting in a car with a whole lot of strange people?
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 3, 2007 19:42:54 GMT -5
The stranger listened to her speak and said nothing for a moment as he made a gesture with his hand to one of his men and he nodded and went and stood by the fire exit. He then turned to the woman. " I don't care who or what you are. " He said calmly. " You are going to do as we tell you and nothing else than that. " He said as he drank a shot. " Now i am going to walk out of this bar with you. " He said calmly. " Lets go, nice and casual. " He said as he offered her his arm to walk with.
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Oct 3, 2007 22:26:51 GMT -5
Sam finished her drink and looked at the stranger, suspiciously for a moment. What did he want from her? She was only a reporter. She wasn’t rich, was not related to any honourable people. In fact she was typically alone. She really only had her colleagues at work, and herself. That was it. She watched the stranger drink his shot. So, she had to do everything they wanted her to do? Great. As he offered her his arm, she hesitated for a moment and then took it, “Your lucky I am good at this game.”
She let him pick the way out through the crowd and to wherever they were headed. She was still aware of eyes on her. So, she tried to appear calm and casual. At least she had, had some practise doing this sort of thing. Pretending was something, she had an amazing talent for.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 4, 2007 8:18:58 GMT -5
The man walked through the crowd slowly and walked right through the front door and past the guard as the other six men followed in another moment. Around the corner in the ally there was a gray van. One man ran ahead and opened the side door. The man with the the reporter led her into the van and sat her down as the other men hoped inside. One began to drive. " Now, we are not at liberty to show you were we are going so you will have to be blindfolded. " Said the man behind her as he placed a blindfold over her eyes.
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Oct 5, 2007 4:28:05 GMT -5
Sam moved obediently alongside the stranger. The grey van was a bit startling, she was expecting something a bit more fashionable. So she raised her eyes brows. Interesting. She got into the van without any hesitation, she was willing to be obedient, if they were decent to her. She sat down, and let a man blind fold her. Why on earth did she need a piece of cloth around her eyes.
“Can I at least know why you have interrupted my night? I was planning to enjoy it, until you people showed up.”
She sat back and rested in the seat. She hoped it would show no rebellion to their orders, cause that is what she least of all wanted.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 5, 2007 7:48:32 GMT -5
The men ignored her question and began to converse amongst each other in a different language that English so that she wouldn't understand. It was a form of German and Dutch that the Resistance had come up with so that they could speak in private and not be detected. A few men would look back at her from time to time and laugh, not that she could see, she was blindfolded. In about ten minutes that van came to a halt. The men jumped out and leg the woman out of the van as well. They slowly walked with her so that she would not trip or fall, until, after a few extremely high security doors were open, a little shouting, an elevator ride downwards and a step into a secluded room, the men took of her blindfold. " Wait here. ' Said one man as they closed the door and left her in a room that was a simple cubicle. No windows, just a table and two chairs.
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Oct 5, 2007 8:50:27 GMT -5
Sam sat peacefully in the car, listening to them go on in some unfamiliar language. It sounded a bit Dutch, but then again, a long way from it. Being a journalist/reporter gave her the opportunity to witness cultures, but she never learnt other languages other then English and African. She moved out of the van as careful as possible, and then moved obediently along with them. Having to lay trust in them, that they wouldn’t make her fall for pleasure.
When finally the blindfold was removed, she found herself in an empty room. All there was, was a table and two chair and the light in the ceiling. She looked around, but good use that was, there was nothing to look at. She made her way over to the table, and sat down on the edge of it. Not sitting on a chair but on the edge of the table and swinging her legs like a playful child. She was in her formal clothes which consisted of a nice pair of jeans and a pretty petite top, exposing her features. She brushed her loose hair to one side.
What on earth was going on?
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 5, 2007 15:40:50 GMT -5
After about ten minutes of having her wait in the room the door finally opened and in stepped into the room. He came and sat down in the other chair and placed his feet up on the table and folded his hands on his chest and looked at her for a moment. " So tell me, why are you seeking my establishment? " He asked calmly as he waited for her answer.
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Oct 6, 2007 7:29:37 GMT -5
Sam waited, some minutes. Definitely feeling like she had somehow been accused of a crime and was now being questioned upon her whereabouts and such. She got off the end of the table where she had been sitting, when someone entered the room. She was ready to reach out her hand and greet the person, yet after a few moments, it had made it quite obvious that, that would not be approved in the slightest fashion.
She moved herself to the seat, taking a glance at yet another stranger as he asked her a question. No greeting, nothing. Except a lame excuse to try and find out what she was up too, “Have they ran out of manners since I last visited?” she asked, “Or do you people, just not intend to appear friendly? I should be the one asking you questions. For instance,” she folded her arms and sat back in the chair, “Why have you brought me here?”
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Post by Brandon Smith on Oct 6, 2007 19:00:25 GMT -5
He laughed when she spoke about asking him questions. " Well this is my establishment and after all you are, in a sense my prisoner so i should be asking the questions. " He said calmly. " However, for a measure of good faith I shall answer yours. " He said with a shake of his head. " You are here because you stuck your nose where it didn't belong by searching for my Resistance. We can not have such people trying to find out about our organization without knowing why you wish to seek us out. " He said calmly. " Now, my name is Brandon Smith, the leader of the Resistance. " He said calmly. " I have answered your question now would you care to answer mine? " He asked calmly.
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Oct 7, 2007 5:13:18 GMT -5
Sam listened to him. She was a good listener, but that was expected of her. So, she had found the resistance without even trying. In fact, they had found her. She felt quite privileged to be in the room, with the Leader. At least, she would be able to start with her own questioning sooner then later. But she did not like the idea of being a prisoner. She pushed that thought away, she knew that they were quite conservative about their organisation and Brandon put that out. So, they had their reasons.
She smiled, when he asked her to answer his questions now and she obliged, “Well, I am Samantha Andrews. No doubt you already know this. I am a journalist and a reporter for Humanitarian Magazine. I write articles that concern people. I am currently writing one upon the growing invasion of Vampires and Werewolves, Lycans as they are called.”
Her blue eyes scanted the room a moment, before returning back to his, “I am here, because I believe you might be able to help me with that. You see, my writing is deep but all I do is write about victims. That is all I can frigging do. Because, I can not get all the facts I need. I need names, dates, pictures and facts from those at hand. I am not here to expose your organisation ‘s whereabouts. But it would mean a lot to me, if you could help.”
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