Only thirty miles away from the CIA agents, Erik was sitting in front of a cafe, sipping a cup of green tea. He was waiting for one of his associates. He was wearing dark sunglasses, a khaki coat with matching pants, and a blue collared shirt. He should be here by now Erik thought, looking down at his watch. He planned this attack perfectly. Forget fighting the Christians and the Muslims, get the Christians and Muslims to fight each other and kill each other. That was how thing are done now. Finally he thought, seeing the associate come.
"Have you found a bomber?" was Erik's first question.
"Well....."the associate said but Erik cut him off
"Yes or no? Do we have a bomber?"
"We found a guy, Arab, he's in an AIDS clinic. He wants money for his family in exchange for the job."
"Good, give the family a thousand dollars and our condolences."
"Yes, sir." And the associate went off.

Thirty minutes later, an Arab man was walking towards the Notre Dame, carrying a backpack with him.
(NOTE!!! No offense is intended with this role)
(Another note: try not to invoke the Stormtrooper effect on my terrorist group)

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I was cured all right.

"So you like bombing things to hell?"

A man suddenly asked besides Erik, he wore all black and had a short hair, a small thing in his ear that many bodyguards usually had.

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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!

"Not things, just religion," Erik turned and answered him. "Why, you want to do something with explosives? I only need one or two unless......besides who are you?" he asked. He took out a small gun in his pocket and positioned his arm under the table. At the same moment, two plain clothed bodyguards moved slightly closer to the man. Meanwhile, the bomber reached his destination, the Notre Dame. A man saw him, took out his cell phone, dialed "342". A giant explosion roared as the bomb the bomber had carried detonated in an inferno.

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I was cured all right.

Carly and the other agents turned as they heard an explosion, and they looked at each other. "Oracle, what just happened?!" Carly said into her earpeice. Her husband's voice came up. "A bomb just went off...and we're not sure how big it was. We'll find out where, however." he said. She heard the click of keys, as Richard looked through the database. "Notre Dame." he said. "The church?!"

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There was a crackle of static, and a voice spoke "Notre Dame! Notre Dame!"
Cat was already at the door, within in minutes she was out of the airport, much to the dismay of the service people on duty- three injured secruty guards, an old man experiancing a heart attack, and a flash of an official badge.
She swung herself on a black motorbike, and kicked off, shooting into the afternonn traffic., the laptop banging painfully against the small of her back.
All of this just because she couldnt stand back-up? No wonder her codename was wolf...
~18min later~
A black motorbike skidded into what should'e been Notre Dame. The rider tugged at the helmet, expelling a sheen of glossy black hair.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"Calm down mr.Mirstik..."

The man smiled raising his hands while the bomb exploded, the man seemed rather amused about the explosion.

"I employer bets 1000 pounds that you used C4 with that explosion and an arab man, but that was too predictable anyway... in anycase I work for the Black Swan. You might not have heard of him yet he is more than interested to sell you explosives, even of more questionable nature and he is ready to meet you. He will contact you trough this cell phone..."

The man said calmly taking the cell out and placed it on the table.

"He will talk about more details, only if you are interested... wait for his call.. I promise it will be worth your while..."

The man promised and got up without caring about Erik`s precautions, he began walking away and then put his finger in his ear.

"The seed has been planted..."

He said as a signal for a computer expert that was working for Thomas, the hacket sent the word onwards and soon at Budabest Thomas had word that he could call Erik anytime, if he decided to take the phone.

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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!

Carly got in her car, and she said, "You guys stay here!" before she drove off quickly, cutting through the alley, and she soon arrived. She pulled off her black wig, revealing her blonde hair, and opening the door, before looking at the ruins.

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Erik watched as the man departed and left the cafe and with it the cell phone. He was his own person; he had no intention in becoming a pawn. The business in Paris has been taken care of, now to America. The world will know believe it was a Muslim fundmentalist group that did the Notre Dame. It shouldn't that hard, he had planted witnesses that will say it was an Arab, and then the media will play its role and close the minds of everyone watching it. Modern counter-terrorist specialists will be watching for religioius fundamentaliss, neo-Nazis, racial suprmancist groups. No one will suspect his, in fact, Erik doubted they knew his organization existed at all.

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I was cured all right.

After sometime the cellphone that Erik had been given rang and Làzlò was waiting on the other end, it was a safe channel so to speak and listened to by Làzlò`s men.

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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!

Cathrine watched the woman with predetory eyes. She stepped up behind her "Madamé?" The sight of the ruin had unnerved her deeply- months of anciant craftsmanship, all destroyed in a single moment. Her sea-green eyes were unnervingly clear, and she did not quail before the slightly elder and perhaps more efficiant looking woman.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

English Name-Alanna Yeh
Chinese Name-Yeh Hwei Ling
Age-24
ID-CLASS: USS-CI-2309427
Call Signs-Nighthawk
Aliases-Tricia Kuo, Ping Lee
Birthdate: 03-22-1984
Height-5’4’’
Weight-105
Characteristics-Straight, jet-black hair to just below shoulder blades, usually rolled and pinned against her head. Short, wiry, aggressive nature but highly controlled. Black eyes and Asian skin.
Training/Special skills-Martial arts afficionado: Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Bersilat, and Escrima, among others. Relishes problem-solving and anything mechanical or energetic, especially munitions. Also plays violin.
Language-Chinese (especially Hakka, Mandarin, Cantonese, Hokkian, Taiwanese, and Fukien), English, Malay, Hindi, French
Education-Secondary school: Australian International School Singapore (2001); University: Stanford University (2005) B.S. Mechanical Engineering, B.A. Asian Studies; Graduate School: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (2007) M.S. Mechanical Engineering
Experience-Internships with various defense-related companies, less than a year with the CIA (Directorate of Science and Technology), now farmed out to the clandestine operations branch.
Relationships-None. Alanna is driven and, for all intents and purposes, single-minded.
Personal Details-Born and raised in Singapore, went abroad for university. Naturalized U.S. citizen 2003; offered by CIA while in graduate school, conditional on finishing Master's degree. The only thing that shares her passion for engineering and technology is the martial arts; the Agency utilizes both. No siblings, parents living in Singapore.
Image (shortly after MIT graduation to send to her parents):


(where do you want me to come in?)

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<center>Nothing but the Rain</center>

She turned, her hand going to her gun on reflex. Seeing the younger woman, her hand relaxed. She bit her lip when her husband said, "Raven where are you?"

(Valera, anywhere.)

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The girl smiled politely, and gestured to a police tent. "This way..." she said, sounding quiet efficiant. One of the french officers gave her a funny look, nut decided to ignore her.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Carly walked toward the tent, not speaking, though her husband seemed to be frantic. She coughed because of the smoke, and while doing so, she said, "I'm fine, Oracle."

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(right, I guess I'll be one of the junior lackeys you left at the airport. You better not forget about us, though. )

The three agents made their way through the agitated masses toward the first class lobby. Alanna Yeh, the youngest one, kept a sharp eye on the televisions planted - well, everywhere. Most of them were fed CNN International, which she personally disliked, but beggars couldn't be choosers. CNN was reporting an "incident at" - meaning flattening of - the historic Notre Dame. The agents scattered about the lobby, taking seats. Like everyone else, their eyes were glued to the overhead monitors.

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<center>Nothing but the Rain</center>

Erik was inside a sky blue Toyota hybrid when his cell phone rang. His car was chosen not only out of respect for the environment, but also because riding black Cadalliacs is such a terrible cliche. Knowing that only few had this number and even fewer would dare call him, he opened it and said, "Speak."
"Yeah, my team is in America and..."
"You have the Klan?"
"I was going to talk about that. Yeah, we got them. The speaker you got was pretty amazing. All that talk about saving Christianity and how important white supremacy is and all of that ****, they bought it. They're going to go into a mosque somewhere in Virginia and well, do what Reynald of Chattalion did in Cyprus. Saw your work in Paris."
"Really?"
"Yeah, job well done. Anyways when are you coming to DC?"
"Soon as humanly possible."
"Good, see you then."
The end disconnected.

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I was cured all right.