Angle turned to see the newcomers stepped in. She nearly choked on her beer, and silently wished she had brought more than her one weapon. She knew them, as long as they didn't know her... Not long ago she had need to deal weapons, but after having being dealt the weapons, she ran, just as the FBI pulled in, called in by her through a contact friend. She was disguised then, at least, but she could never tell. She always needed a good dealer, but always switched to a new one to avoid conflict and being tracked. Turning to Sam, Angle mumbled, "do they come often?" she couldn't come there again if they did. Sam shook his head, "nope, never seen 'em" She sighed slightly but what did it matter? She was just as bad as they, and she even bought from them... perhaps they wouldn't put two and two together about the FBI and her being there at that time...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

yeah

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Florence was on duty in a very dodgy area. She hated comming here. Empty beer cans lay on the side of the street and bottles of whisky lay innocently on the tops of old cars or hiding beneath a bike. She saw a bar not to far off. Florence knew something would be going on there. She put on her black sunglasses and swapped her black coat for an old grungy looking one. Florence liked doing her work in disguise. The door of the bar was open so she walked in and sat down at the bar. "I'd like a glass of water, please," she said.

The bar desk seemed awfully full all of the sudden, he didn`t really like stinking bars that were full and he drank his whiskey quickly to leave. He quickly looked at the two russians who seemed to be having a good time playing cards and Nathan sighed as he left the bar, he took out a pack of cigarettes and took one between his teeth. He lighted it and blew smoke out, lately he had been contacted by some european buyer who was interested getting a lot of cheap guns from USA.

The deal was about a week away and he was sick as hell from worrying about the deal.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle turned around more to observe the dealers. She knew her dark sunglasses were unecisary, but that was how she was... She sighed as yet another came through the door. Always on alert, she clenched her jaw. She hated crowds. Sam's bar was getting too popular.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Florence noticed a very dodgy looking man quickly leave the bar. She drained her water and stepped out side. Florence started to follow him...

Knowing a conflict with someone at some time was inevitable, she decided to walk outside, a more movable area. If she were followed, then she was recognized. She tossed Sam a tip and began walking out, her eyes still on the dealer.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Florence looked around and noticed someone she knew. Angler! "Hey," she wispered,"Come over here!"

Nathan blew smoke out as he watched the neighbour hood around him, a normal stinking place with huge building casting shadows over the smallers. He looked as someone exited the door and examined her, then another came out.

"Quite odd..."

Nathan muttered to himself in his familiar english accent and left his cigarette between his teeth as his cellphone began to ring, he answered as he examined the two and began to walk away towards his car.

"Yeah?"

"Nathan... who is the deal going?"

It was his boss whose russian way of speaking showed so obviously in his english speak.

"Fine boss... the guy seems quite interested, but the trick is to get our stuff out without being checked... how about that private docks of yours? Besides even it wasn`t checked and the ship was spotted none will know whose on it, not to mention that those on it might return on another ship..."

"Exactly what I thought... so it`s on?"

"Most certainly boss... but I have to go now.."

Nathan closed the cell and walked towards his car blowing the few last smokes out of his mouth that the cigarette was going to offer.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle looked at the woman, somewhat alarmed because she always refused to have face to face contacts. That was too close a way of working. She must have recognized her from the files, but her voice sounded familiar, maybe she had been a phone contact. She could take no chance... Remaining cautious, she pulled the woman into an alleyway, "Who are you? How is it I know you? Have we had contact before?" She glanced around to be sure she wasn't followed by anymore than an undercover...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((Ok, sry about the delay ...
NAME : Cat Yewbeam
AGE : 21
OCCUPATION : MI6/FBI
APPERANCE : long black hair, glittering green eyes, slim, tall, goodlooking
CHARACTER : secretive, clever, impulsive, mysterious
OTHER : great field agent, likes to get in touch with criminals
I'll just wait for my cue now *winks*))

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Just noticed I forgot to add quite a bit in my bio:

Name: Florence Sanchez
Age: 21
Appearance: Long black hair and green eyes, slim and very pale.
Character: Sharp and persuasive but can be very kind.
Occupation: Senior member of the FBI
Skills: She is good at telling the lies from the truth
Weapons: She always haas a gun hidden in the left handside inside pocket of her coat.
Vehicle: A black motorbike
History: Her parents used to be crimminals and Florence took up being a FBI agent to stop crimminals because of that...

Angle waited for an answer from the woman, her brown eyes searching her green ones.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Meanwhile she was losing sight of the dealer... she needed to keep an eye out, but she heard the one sided conversation as she hid behind the wall of the building with the stranger, who was obviously undercover.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Cat swung off her motorbike, and locked it shortly. She heard voices coming from an alleyway, and stepped into it cautiously, hand on her gun "Hello?" she called warily, as she walked down it. She caght sight of two women, and topped.

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Nathan sat into his black BMW, he sighed as he started the engine he drove the car to the end of the parking lot and looked to his sides seeing no cars coming, but saw three women on an alley. The two he had seen and they seemed to be arguing or something, the third sat on her bike.

Nathan shook his head and gassed away from the bar that had given him an uncomfortable feeling.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!