As the clamor and shock died down, and the reporters began numbering the dead and wounded, most people turned away from the televisions, especially when the "analysts" began discussing the situation. The international CEOs and executives in the room had already formed their own opinions - this bombing exemplified the growing tensions between the native French and the increasing Islamic immigrant population. The riots of late 2005 had been bloody and destructive; this was even more bloody and destructive. Tensions in France were coming to a head once again, and they should really start thinking about pulling their investments in France.

Alanna had a different reason for turning away - she didn't trust the media-touted "expert opinions" as far as she could throw them, and she had a cover to maintain. She pulled out a magazine and began perusing it, waiting for the appropriate time to leave the airport. Her fellow agents had the briefcase; the only thing left to do was leave separately.

Anyone giving the woman a passing glance would have taken in the smooth Asian face, the tailored tan pantsuit, the Gucci heels, and the piled black hair and immediately labeled her as a traveling executive. On a closer inspection, they would have noticed the sharp, intelligent eyes, the firm chin, the laptop case, and the latest issue of Nature in hand. A consultant, of course, probably independent. Which was fine with Alanna - that was what she would have become, but for her multi-cultural background and razor-sharp brain that couldn't tolerate a sedentary lifestyle.

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<center>Nothing but the Rain</center>

(Hey Frosty... that was probably something else, but my char is calling you so you mind post that he answers so that they can have a small chat)

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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!

Ms. Blunt gave her a funny look, and sat down on a small chair. "Some water maybe?" she asked, reaching for a collection of glasses.

Sge gestured for her to sit, and took a measured sip, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and blinking once."Name?"

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

"Kayln James." she replied, using her alias for the trip.

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"Where do you live? And I'll need your phone number."

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

She sighed before replying them.

((I don't know any streets or any phone numbers from Los Angeles..))

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[Thats ok^^- Neither do I ]

There was a pause as Cats long fingered hand flew gracefully across a the keypad of her laptop. She read through quickly what she saw :
Name-Carly Elizabeth Murcek
Age-25
ID-CLASS: USS-CI-2300924
"I'm sorry Mrs. Murcek, but there seems to be a slight problem."

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

Carly sighed softly. "Alright...are you an intelligence agent as well? "

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"Cat Blunt- at your service."she smiled, flashing perfect teeth.

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

(How? My char left the phone in the cafe)

The hybrid brought Erik into the suburbs where under the few houses and buildings, a network of underground laboratories and facilities were built and operating. The car stopped near a house where Erik departed. Almost immediately, two bodyguards materalized out of nowhere(or so it seemed) and accompanied Erik inside a house. Behind him the hybrid drove away. Erik went into what seemed an empty house. He went into the living room and removed the rug that covered the floor in the middle of the room. On the floor was a small eye scanner, barely larger than a nail. Erik kneeled to place his eyes near the scanner, allowing it to read his pupil. The scanner then transmitted a signal to the trapdoor mechanism, ordering it to open. The door revealed a flight of staircases down, which Erik followed along with his bodyguards. Another guard will cover the scanner and the trapdoor with the rug.

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I was cured all right.

She nodded slightly. "And it seems that you already know who I am."

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(Sorry I missread the thing...)

Lazlò cursed as no one answered and slammed the cellphone shut, darn proud fool that what this man was. He could have sold him bombs of even more questionable nature to make his strikes seem more dreadful, but no. Làzlò figured out it was time for a small business trio to the United States.

"Prepare my jet..."

He commanded before he lighted his cigarette.

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After Erik had entered the same man from Paris appeared behind the corner as black mercedes waited for him on the street side. The man walked up to the door and knocked it waiting for an answer.

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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!

As Erik descended down to his laboratories, he began formulating his new plans. The Klan would be held responsible for the attack on the mosque, that was certain. What was also certain was that the Muslims would be enraged and possibly do something dramatic and stupid: hold a plane hostage, threaten to unleash some bio-weapon they have, blow themselves up in some public place. He hoped they wouldn't attack Jerusalem or Israel. Despite his war against religion, he was quite happy letting the lesser-known religions, Buddhism, Hinduism, Shinto, go on their ways. At least we don't hear about them telling the world not to listen to reason. Judaism was spared from Erik's activites due the fact that Erik had lived there, even worked for their intelligence agency.

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I was cured all right.

The man shrugged as no one answered and picklocked his way in, there was no one there or so it seemed yet he knew that they were watching. The man probably had some sort of underground base here, the short haired man began planting C4 explosives around the house hoping to get Erik`s attention.

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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!

A security guard saw the man inside the house through survelliance cameras. Instantly he wanted to alert the Lord and the security personnal but decided against it. It is just one house, one house that would be harmed. No one was inside but they find the man and he will get arrested. He then got a call; it was the Lord.
"Yes, Mr. Mirstik"
"I understand that a man has entered one of our houses. This information came from a survelliance camera. Am I correct?"
"Yes, sir. What should I do?"
"Blow it. I know that man and it looks like he is planting explosives in the house."
"Yes, sir" And the line went dead.
All of the buildings involved this organization were rigged with explosives, in case of an intrusion. Mainly it was nitroglycerin that blew that place up. The house, as far as the guard could see, had no one except the man inside. He pressed a red button and waited five seconds.

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I was cured all right.

"Well wasn`t that a show..."

Làzlò said after the explosion of the houses from his mercedes, drove before the exploded house and walked into the rubble looking around.

"Where are you Mirstik? Not willing to make a profitable deal!?"

He shouted looking around waiting for an answer, but he would be gone soon since an explosion would surely get interests.

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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!