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Dirty deeds--done dirt cheap. (ishu&dk)

Her back pressed harder against the glass door, her facial features softening into a terrified glow as he approached her. She shut her eyes tight and her muscled tensed, a small squeaky gasp emanating from her as he grabbed her and forced his tongue down her throat. Her hands pushed on his chest, her arms trembling as she whined and whimpered until he dress away from her. She clutched at her towel, keeping it closed as he walked away from her and left her alone. Sniffling, she touched her hands to her face and let out a few quiet sobs of relief as she slid down the door and sat down on the floor.

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Eve looked back to Evan and commented, "How is our food supply?"

Evan yawned and stretched out on the counter, "It is fine, for now."

She nodded, "Alright," and reached over to the cigarette pack. She took one out and smelt it, not lighting it as she enjoyed the simple smell of the filter.​
 
Jor looked rather bemused by the old man's cryptic antics.
"I need guns...not conversation." He said very delicately.
"That's always been the problem with you Jordan. You could never enjoy people for what they are...they always have to be useful. Y'know what's useful? Tools are useful. " The sad shake of the old man's head could almost be heard over the speaker.
"But that's what you want, isn't it? Tools. What can I get you?"
Jor's nostrils flared, almost as if to say: "Finally! Progress. "
"I need three guns. First, a large calibre, hand gun with a barrel length greater than six inches- all steel, no polymer. It must have an integral suppressor effective to fourth decibels. Second, an AK-47 variant, this one with a suppressor effective to sixty decibels. Also give it a heavier butt stock, I may need to use it in close quarters. Third, a small grenade launcher, it must be light and quiet. I'll need it all before noon two days from now." He demanded.
An uneasy pause.
"Ninety thousand dollars." The Smith croaked slowly.
"Already in your bank account." Lukas chirped.
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Patrick looked at Lynch's mangled body, eyes unflinching.
"What am I to do with you little brother..."
Lynch floated in a shit brown slurry of organic raw material devised to allow him to regenerate from even the most wicked of injuries.
The process had begun.
 
Rubbing her upper arms for a few minutes, she stood back up and looked around, stepping delicately out of her bathroom and tip toeing to the dresser next to the bed. She went through it, dressing herself into something comfortable to sleep in. She then crawled under the covers and turned off the lamp, staring at the bedroom door with a hopeful look- not wanting her demon of a husband to return to her that night.


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Eve lit the cigarette and put it to her lips, sucking it down while playing a game on the laptop. The two were quiet for that day, not even speaking to each other.​
 
The Smith could be heard writing furiously in the background.
"Your order will be delivered tomorrow. I trust you already have a plan?"
That old man sure was nosy....
"Yes, I'll be waiting for your package." With that jor hung up the phone and went to his bed.
"Go to sleep Lukas! The SS are going to crawling all over that place, and we have ground work to do." He ordered loudly.
The young man smoothed his shaggy hair and followed orders, looking very sad as he did.
"No one ever has time for a game of poker anymore..."
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Patrick heard his private line ring in his ear.
"What!" He snapped as he flicked the line open.
"What's this I hear about Pryce presenting at the international children's rights summit?" A very sharp voice cameback,sounding like hell's rage.
 
Eventually, she managed to drift off to sleep, tossing and turning anxiously as she burned up during the night. Panting, a simple sheen of sweat sprinkled over her skin, she sat up quickly and looked around her, pushing her hair back away from her face and calming when she realized she was alone. She hugged herself, looking over at the clock. It was 5:47AM... early. Exhaling a deep breath, she hunched over her lap and licked her lips, rubbing her eyes as she woke up.


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The muscular, practically nude woman crawled across the livingroom, looking over the side of the couch at the snoring woman with raven black hair. She grunted, eyes narrowing as she crawled up onto the back of the couch and looked over the sleeping woman. Her tongue swept over her uper lip, eyes glistening as she closed in on her hit. Barring her teeth, digging her claws into the material, she inched closer.

Eve stopped snoring, her breath catching in her throat as she twitched. She turned onto her side, facing Evan but not quite awake.​
 
Patrick had been expecting this call. He was prepared.
"Well Mister Hainsworth...if the Senator were to change his position too quickly, it would look as if something was wrong...certainly not the kind of attention Guardsman and Standard would want." He said confidently, controlling the topic.
"Bullshit. There is no way for anyone to trace his action to us." The voice answered, seemingly unshaken.
"Now now...it's common knowledge that you contributed heavily to the Pryce's campaign. How long before one of your uninitiated office drones puts one and one together and leaks the whole thing? Hmmmm?"
He knew what was coming next...
"Are you threatening me?" Came the very quiet reply.
Right on time.
"Certainly not, but these things do happen. Look at Enron."
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Lukas tossed and turned in his empty bed, wishing he had the promise of someone to fill it.
What time was it, anyway?
He rolled over lazily and eyed his clock.
Six AM...
Time to prep the the theater for surgery.
 
Ishu stepped out of the bed and walked over to the dresser, pulling out some nice clothes and dressing herself. Once dressed, she began to brush out her hair. While looking into the mirror, she began to wonder about how her life might be different if she had not married this... this monster. She finished brushing her hair and set the brush down on the dresser, sighing softly.


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Evan purred as she watched Eve, inching closer and closer as her mouth opened and she prepared to jump in. As she lunged forward, Eve reached out and caught the slightly larger woman by the throat. Evan coughed and pulled away, rubbing her neck.

"How many times have I told you not to do that?" Eve sat up, clearing her throat as she woke up.​
 
Lukas trotted down the loft stairs groggily peering around for his boss.
"Oy! Jefe!" He called cautiously.
"You're late! We have to go! Get into costume now!" Jor barked from an unseen room.
"A monkey suit?" He complained.
"It's what the SS wear, isn't it?"
Lukas pouted mockingly as he slipped on his black suit and tie.
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As Patrick made his way up onto the university's main stage, his eyes scanned out onto an imaginary audience.
"The injustice of human trafficking can be destroyed in our lifetime!" He said experimentally.
People just ate up the idea of hope.
He loved to feed it to them.
 
She put on the final touch, her necklace that had been passed down to her by her mother, and she left her little room. She made her way to one of the kitchen areas, grabbing herself a bowl and filling it with fruit. Once it was full, she picked at them and chewed on the little bits absently.


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Eve grabbed the laptop and pulled it onto her lap, clicking away, "Did you eat anything last night?" Evan had a tendency to go hunting and Eve tried to make sure she did it was night.

Evan huffed and laid down on the back of the couch. Eve took that as a "no".​
 
Lukas' sharp looking black suv pulled up to the elegant campus, black suits descended upon the vehicle quickly, like a horde of ants.
"This is a restricted area, if you do not have identification you will have to leave."
The man in black said aggressively.
Wordlessly jor showed the agent both his and lukas' identification.
Lukas did his very best to not show his nerves as the suit scanned their cards.
The seconds ticked by slowly.
"Go in." The anonymous agent said as he waved them through.
The window closed, allowing lukas to sigh loudly with relief.
"Tell me that was Dill's handiwork...." he croaked.
"It was, but the cards are only good till the database is checked against the proxy archives in four hours, so don't dick around."
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"Thank you for inviting me, it's an honor to speak in front of an international audience such as this one." Senator Pryce intoned, keenly aware of the president's eyes on the back of his head.
Patrick scoffed inwardly, the disgusting irony of the situation tickled him greatly.
After the summit, Pryce would reverse his position on wire taps and effectively kill any possible capture of G&S human traffickers.[/align]
 
She was nibbling on a grape when a man in a black suit came into the kitchen and motioned to her, "Mrs. Pryce, Senator Pryce will be giving his speech soon. You are to be escorted to his side immediately."

She frowned over at this man, obviously not wanting to follow him. However, his features were stern and she knew better than to say no to someone who was hired to protect her husband, not her.

Ishu nodded slowly, setting down the bowl of food and walking out of the kitchen. She stopped before bumping into another man in a suit. Swallowing, she watched as the man began to walk the hallway. Both men in suits escorted her towards the speech area. They would show up shortly after Pryce.​
 
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