Redone

Brokhin got back to the club and now he is sitting in the same place as before. He was talking with his friend, and the girls were already there too. Mia got out of the toilet and had a sit near Brokhin's table. She was able to hear some words but it occured that they were talking about nothing important. About the club biznes, a nd about the nice girls, but nothing about the meeting the have just arranged.

Scotch was able to hear the same thing. They are wise enough to not talk about important things where everyone can hear them. You are desperate to get Gates in your hands but there's not much you can do, no proofs yet.

Rachel had more luck. She catched up with the bodyguards and followed them for a few minutes. They parked in some dark alley very simillar to that behind the club, and they dragged the uconcious man out of the car. They put him in the pile of rubbish and shoot twice in his head. Gun silencer. Rachel could do nothing about it, they were armed and she was alone. The bodyguards left the dead body and drove away in the club's direction.

 

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Diakonis

Scotch has stayed there only a while.
"No more business here" he thought as he went straight to the exit. He passed the bodyguards and reached the outdoors. Fresh air refreshed him momentally. The rests of stress, caused by the scene behind the club, disappeared, so did the alcohol shadow in his mind. Scotch went to the nearest metro station, from which he would go to his home. There was only one thing he could do now, he should inform his supervisor or maybe not? If someone would warn the CIA, Brokhin will be more careful and suspicious, and this would make the task much harder. Lawrence decided to wait until tomorrow with contacting his boss, today he wanted only to reach his little apartment and go asleep.

 

SG

The motorbike was parked nearby. Rachael took only her gloves, she waited until the bodyguards were done with the guy and drove away. Then she walked in the alley to see the body, wondering if they searched him or not. There was no light in the alley so she regretted she didn't take a torch. And a camera, it would also be useful.

Rachael stood in front of the body, looking at it for a while. Then she put on her leather gloves and bended down intending to search the deadman. If there was nothing worthwile, no ID or such, then she'd have nothing more to do, so she'd drive home thinking of her bath and bed.

And the next day was going to be busy.

- There they are. But... oh, damn it.

There were two documents. The first one was the identity card, and the second... CIA legitimation. The documents were laying on the body, as if someone dropped them, so the bodyguards must have seen them.

- This is no good... - said Rachael, taking out a plastic bag from a pocket. She had to take the papers.

Rachael got out of the alley, and looked around for a phone box. It was on the other side of the street, just in front of a big building a corporation. She went across the street to make a call, watching out for anybody who would like to go into the alley.

- This is Rachael Owen, put me through to the boss. If he's asleep, then wake him... - she told the secretary. - Good evening boss, Rachael Owen calling. We have a problem. Brokhin was talking with some guy, and in the end his bodyguards killed him in an alley. I followed them, so when they drove away I searched the body... and he turned out to be a CIA agent. I'm leaving the decision to you, whether you inform the agency or not. I'm going to contact my partner, who is, I believe, still in the bar, they were heading in this direction. I'll also take some photos with my camera which I left with my motorbike. I will be waiting on the crime scene for someone who will take the body. The alley is near the Watson street. There's an Afterturn Corp. building on the opposite side. Oh, and should I call the police or you will do it? I'll send you a report in the morning.

After the conversation she made another call, to Mia LeBeau.

- Hey Mia, if you're still in the club, then good. If not, get back there if you can. I followed the boduguards, and they killed that man. Then they drove away towards the bar. I found a CIA legitimation next to the body. Wait and see what Brokhin will do when the bodyguards will tell him. I'm wondering if he knew... - she was feeling a wild satisfaction giving her some kind of orders.

When everything that had to be done was done, Rachael walked to the motorbike and put the camera out from a hiding-place under the seat, then went back on the crime scene. She took some photographs and waited for somebody to come. They had to be careful and do it quietly, so that Brokhin didn't find out about it.

She instinctively adjusted the watch and checked the time. Now she had to forget about a long, hot bath... a quick shower will have to do.

 

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Scotch


You left the bar some time after the Brokhin's conversation. You had a lot to think about on your way home. Corruption is not a good thing, and this is a big deal. Mr Gates is an important figure and now it occured that he's just a dirty scam. People like him should be hang or something. He definitely should be punished.


Crowded night streets are looking peaceful. People going to different places, having something to do or just going for some fan. And there is you, a person that had a tough day. Your apartment is like heaven after this long day, and of course the next day may be even longer. What you need is a bit of sleep.




Rachael


The boss told you to leave everything as it was when you came. And he said that you should call the police in an hour or so, because he didn't want the gangsters to find out that they were followed. You took some photos and left the scene as if it was untouched. When you were calling Mia, she was still in the bar and she promised to call you as soon as the gangsters will be back. It happened after half an hour. As Mia said, they came into the bar, said something quietly to Brokhin. The Boss just made a nod, so it's obvious he knew what they did and he most probably ordered it.


You got home late and you were very tired. The day was long and you are just a human. Seeing a murder is not something you can get accustomed to, it's always a kind of shock but with every dead body it's a bit weaker. Going to bed is something you definitely want to do just after having a shower.


Rachel & Scotch


You woke up in the early morning. The sun was already shining through your windows. The weather is really nice, it's like a good sign. Who knows what will happen in next few hours? All you know that you must be prepared for the worse... as always. And the day seems to be so nice.

 

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Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.” - Mary Anne Radmacher

Diakonis

Scotch was in a good mood. He was again in the States doing his job. "It looks like a hell of a significant job with some good old bastard-arse kickin", he thought ending his shower. He ate his little breakfast and started to prepare for the work day. This time the gun will be essential, so he took out his shiny desert eagle. The pistol was stainless as always. He took also two extended magazines filled with eleven Magnum cartridges. He had to do some documentation. Camera was precisely checked and it was in a good state. Now he only had to update his investigation notes in case he couldn't continue it. Scotch left the apartment, and headed to an internet cafe. This was the last thing he had to do before the meeting in the Goran's factory. He wanted to send an email with his yeasterdays discovers to a contact adress. If he would have some problems, his superior had an acces to it.

 

SG

She went to sleep chewing over everything that happened that day. A drug. The Koreans. Meyer… who’s that guy? Meeting at Goran’s Factory. The deadman, CIA agent. The morning wasn’t any different, except the sun. It encroached on the room flickering through the curtains. The light was shining directly on the agent’s face, stroking her cheek gently, so trying to use just a bit more sleep was out of the question. She got untucked from a duvet and stretched a few times.
That will be a long day – she sighed.

The first thing she did was writing a report on the issues of the previous day and sending it to the boss. A usual, routine procedure that has to be done. But according to the schedule she made in her mind the next thing on the list was going to be far more interesting. It was time to gather some information about the drug itself, and there could be some people among the old friends, that might help in this matter. Rachael flicked through an old address book in order to find someone appropriate. She put it in the pocket of the coat she put on just before she left the house and went towards the place that was once her “backyard”…

 

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Redone

Ludzie pracujący dla Stanów Zjednoczonych co dzień zmagają się z problemami. Tymi zwykłymi, na przykład który krawat będzie lepszy, albo czy lepiej kupić droższy chleb który dłużej zachowa świeżość, czy tańszy który jest świeży krócej. Mają też większe problemy, oczywiście że mają. Czy ta rzecz dziwnie odznaczająca sie w jego kieszeni to pistolet, nóż czy Mentosy? Czy wzywają mnie żeby znowu mnie okrzyczeć (tylko jak szef się dowiedział o tej sprawie???) czy może chcą mnie pochwalić za ostatnią akcję? Tak, życie nie jest proste.

Rachel i Scotch to osoby, które właśnie z takimi problemami się zmagają. Ich życie poświęcone jest ojczyźnie, w większym lub mniejszym stopniu. Czy udało im się powstrzymać Brokhina, wyeliminować nowy narkotyk i pociągnąć na dno zdradliwe szczury? Tego nie dowiemy się na pewno, ale ja wierzę, że tak. Są całe teczki poświęcone tej sprawie, ale obawiam się, że są opatrzone pieczątką:

 

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Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.” - Mary Anne Radmacher