((Just to add - Milos is out in the hall, and his two cohorts are the ones who have Ayla. And thanks, Will ))

"You're in no place to make demands," Mord growled softly. "Besides, we don't have them and you damn well know it. So shut the hell up before I make you." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the shadows of the hall adjacent to the meeting room where Milos stood waiting.

The head anarchist looked them over lazily. "Took you long enough," he surmised.

"What'd we do with her?" Luke asked.

"Wait til everyone is inside the meeting room," Milos replied slowly. "That way she can't alert anyone. After that, I really don't give a *beep*."

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(ok, then I'll just go edit my post... *hates days when brain is slow*)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"Miss Harris, sir," Jenya said submissively. "And I was just asked to this job by my friend. She fell ill, you see, and desperately needed me to replace her." Not like he really cared. she thought. Just as long as he can make money. She glanced around. Just one more person missing. An Aaron Hartman. Who really just invested money in different endeavors. No one too important, judged Jenya. But she was sure Milos wanted every single ******* in this meeting before she sent the signal so she waited.

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"Very well. I'll report this to her." Riley replied and he gave her a dismissive nod. He welcomed all the bussinesspartners which were to come. Of course to them he was the pleasance itself. He did respect them. Only one person was expected. Aaron Hartman Bill thought as he looked at his list. He was important, very important. They couldn't start without him..

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After that, I really don't give a *beep*. The words echoed in Ayla's head. So after the last person had entered the meeting they were going to do something. And she would be useless. She didn't even dare to think what would happen to her then. If she could only warn someone, get out of here. But with her hands bound and three men with guns there was nothing she could do.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[Bump for Eru]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(I have given Fluffy permission to powerplay Aaron because I haven't got time to rp for awhile. a mixture of being behind in school work, life, and being sick have made it kinda hard to get on! Sorry for making you guys wait and stuff!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

[ Okay, I'm just going to keep this short bedcause I'm not really comfortable with powerplaying other people's characters.. so ]

Aaron crossed the silent corridor on the fourth floor, occasionally glancing at the slip of paper which the receptionist had handed him. Room 406. He stopped in front of the right door and entered the room. It was quite large and crowded. Aaron shook hands with some acquaintences, among them Bill Riley. After that he took his seat and waited.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

As the last guest entered and sat himself in, Jenya advanced with the plan. She pressed the speed dial on her mobile, calling Milos. He didn't need to answer it. Just the fact that she called was the signal. She then detonated the smoke bombs, pressing the button that she attached to her mobile. The smoke gently poured from the bombs and into the room. Smiling, she put her balaclava on and took out her gun.

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Amy greeted the guests as well but froze as she noticed the smoke coming into the room. She went to her boss who seemed to have an important chat with one of the guests.
Slowly, she stepped beside him, feeling a little uneasy, knowing she couldn't talk to him this easily while he was making business connections. "Mr. Riley...I'm sorry to interrupt you...but there's something I need to show you..." she stopped and pointed at the smoke which was slowly forming clouds by the door.

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Milos felt the buzz against his hip again and grinned; that was the signal. This was it. "Pohyb! (Move out)" he ordered bruskly.

"What about the girl?" asked Luke.

"Leave her, let's go!" Milos hurried his cohorts along down the hall. He was the first to burst into the room. No guns blazing, no shouting, no door slamming. That wasn't his style. He let the door close smoothly behind them with a clink and calmly pointed his gun between Bill Riley's eyes. "I suggest you don't move, *beep*," he stated flatly.

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Bill Riley looked somewhat annoyed from Amy to the door where he to his surprise indeed smook spotted. He hadn't much time though to wonder where it came from for suddenly a man burst through the door with a gun. Slowly Bill Riley sat down in his chair while the gun was aimed at him. Even if he was slightly panicking it wasn't possibly shown in his features. His cold blue eyes watched the man, judgingly, calmly almost playfully. He had folded his hands as if he was patiently waiting for something and his voice was calm and full authority when he spoke: "Who are you? And how dare you to interrupt this meeting?

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Ayla sank through her knees of relief. Her heart was beating fast and she still could hardly believe that these man just ran off, leaving her alone. Where to? The meeting flashed through her head.. and then a next thought: She had to call the police..

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"My name," he spat impatiently in his slight accent, "Is Milos Kazmir. And if you know what's good for you, you'll stop asking questions and start listening to us. Right, zena?" He glanced over at Jenya with a grin.

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Jenya cocked the gun and pointed it at random people at the desk, She said calmly, "On the floor now. Everybody put their mobiles on the desk. Refuse and I will kill you." She noticed the arrival of the rest of her cohorts and watched as Milos calmly point his gun at Riley's head. She returned his grin with a wicked smile of her own. Her eyes went back to the terrified businessmen who scrambled towards the floor.

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Bill didn't feel intimidated -yet-. He gave Amy a reassuring look as if he wanted to tell her to obey the invader's command. He himself though, remained seated. "What is it you want Milos Kazmir?" He almost smiled as he posed his question.

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As Ayla tried to control herself again, she stood up and peeked around the corner of where the men had disappeared. Quickly she pulled back when she noticed that the Giant and his partner where keeping watch outside the meeting room. Praying that she was not seen, she entered an empty office, ran to the phone, wondering how she was ever going to dial 911 with her hands being tied to her back.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Amy just stood there, like frozen. She couldn't even scream or move anymore. She was just shocked, feeling herself sweating and trembling all over. She put her head down and whimpered silently as she brought her bag over to the desk, like she had been told. She felt like numbed, like this wasn't really happening. She quickly dropped it on it, still in shock, not facing anyone. She swallowed her tears and just laid down on the floor, head down, her hands protectively over the back of her head, hoping and begging silently that it would be over soon.

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"At the moment," Milos growled, clearly annoyed, "I would rather put a bullet in your head then have to stand here and be patronized, you parchant." He pointed the pistol under the businessman's nose.
Easy... His temper was raking him, he breathed out through his nose and leaned against the door, lowering his gun a moment so he could light up a cigarette. He took a long drag, staring a Bill Riley, eye to eye, then blew smoke from between his thin, pursed lips before speaking. "I want you and the rest of the corporate b*****ds here to get exactly what they have coming to them. And, more over, I want my colleagues and I to get what we so rightly deserve."

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~