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Post by Brandon Smith on Nov 19, 2007 22:58:34 GMT -5
The night was young as Brandon made his way to one of the many docks in Honolulu. His mission was rather simple, but it was to be as secretive as possible. He carried a sealed envelope in his hand that contained information about a certain contact that he was having had taken care off. He walked to the designated pier and turned around and looked for his guest. He did not see anyone. He checked his watch; 8:19. He was eleven minutes early. He had a nack for being early so that he would never be late. " I hope he didn't go to the wrong dock..." He said quietly to himself as he awaited his guest as the gently lapping of the ocean could be heard behind him.
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Post by Skorne on Nov 19, 2007 23:30:27 GMT -5
Approximately four minutes later 'Mr. S' as they called him, strode onto the pier just twelve feet away from Brandon. A built, keen, clean cut man with ambition across his face. He wore a pair of shades and a black leather jacket trimmed down the sleeves. In his hand he carried a duffle bag that seemed to be dragging along the wooden frame. A loud thud was heard as the bag was dropped in front of Brandon. "Hello" he barked in Russian, cocking his head back slightly. "I'm your man" he said firmly with a quite strong accent.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Nov 20, 2007 8:37:33 GMT -5
Brandon eyed the man. If anything went wrong here he had four Marines posted on the top of the warehouses behind them with sniper rifles that could easily take out this man without even a second guess about whether or not they should fire. Brandon walked over to the man until he stood directly in front of him. " Mr Skorne i presume...." He said calmly as he handed the man the envelope with the information in it. " This is your target. A vampire clan by the name of the grencose . I need them taken car of for me. The rest of the information is inside. " He said calmly. " Do you think you can handle that? " He asked
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Post by Skorne on Nov 20, 2007 16:26:34 GMT -5
"That is why I am here Mr. Smith." He took the envelope from him marked 'top secret' across the font in bold red text. "Just call me Skorne, otherwise call me Mr. S." He picked up his bag and brushed passed Brandon, steadily walking down the pier he said, "I rid myself of a proper name." He peered up at the marksmen upon the warehouse as he walked. He was a skilled hunter and was trained to observe his environment well, even in the black of night.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Nov 20, 2007 19:05:57 GMT -5
(( Its nighttime ))
Brandon looked at the man and watched him walk a few paces. " I have all the weapons that you will need. Silver nitrate ammo, wooden stake guns, ulta violet grenades, pretty much anything you would need to take down a vampire and his friends. " He said calmly as he crossed his arms and awaited Skorne's response. " But if you believe that you are prepared enough then i will be glad enough to keep my materials with me. " He said calmly.
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Post by Skorne on Nov 21, 2007 10:24:54 GMT -5
He continued walking down the pier as Brandon spoke, taking his concentration off the snipers and on the narrow path ahead. "Take me where you need to but the longer I linger the harder my targets will be to track down." His voice was a bit louder so Brandon could hear him. The cool night breeze howled through the air, meeting Skorne's brown hair, pushing it in any direction that it willed.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Nov 21, 2007 10:36:27 GMT -5
He watched as Skorne walked down the pier some more and he continued to follow. " Well, i wouldn't worry about that to much. After all, they are a very stationary clan. They haven't relocated in six months so i don't think these few moments are a problem. Now...i have places to be. " He said as he turned and handed Skorne a key. " This is a key to the warehouse right infront of me. You can open up the door and get the weapons you need. Good luck. " He said, and with that he disappeared into the night.
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Post by Skorne on Nov 21, 2007 11:08:01 GMT -5
Skorne waved Brandon goodbye, not giving him a second look. He slowly approached the entrance to the warehouse. Taking extreme caution while entering, the area already illuminated. He walked deeper into the warehouse coming up on several rows of military equipment. He sighed in relief that this was not a set-up to take his own life. Taking jobs from the military was not the most wise decision. But it had not put him in any tight situations yet. Skorne glanced up at all the weapons stacked perfectly, organized, polished, and ready for combat. He quickly took his pick from a variety of rifles and hand guns. No grenades, C4, or RPGs, discretion was a part of his job. He armed himself with the following... Desert Eagle, 9mm Pistol, M16 Assault Rifle, and a SC002 Sniper Rifle. He grabbed a sufficient amount of ammunition need for the kill and left the site as a ghost, invisible to the snipers above.
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