Erik stopped before a camera for a brief moment before the explosion took place. After that, he walked down deeper into a steel door that, when opened, led to a hallway where every single known and unknown pathogen resided. Erik spat into a small cup at the side of the door, placed his hand on a hand pad, gazed at an eye scanner, and declared himself. The voice, print, and eyes matched the DNA in the saliva and the door opened. Before he could enter, one of his men went up to and said, "Mr. Mirstik?"
Erik turned to him and said impatiently, "Yes?"
"Sir, we saw a man near the ruins of the house. He shouted for you, apparantly and moved away in a black Mercedes. Our people are tracking him right now. Should we bring him in?"
"Of course. Bring him into one of the houses. There is no need to give him a tour of the ground below. Actually, interrogate in a private place but not our buildings"
"Yes, sir."
The man departed away and Erik entered the building.

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I was cured all right.

After looking around he spotted two men coming at him.

"Finally!"

Làzlò said yet they suddenly attacked him with a punch, Làzlò reflexes took it and he stepped to the side grabbing the arm, he threw the man to the ground quickly before taking the other hand into a lock. He pressed the man on his face to the ground.

"So your boss doesn`t appriciate me yet? Tell him that he and I could do business, but if he too stupid to appriciate me he could lose a golden opportunity. Tell him to call me... in this cellphone..."

Làzlò said dropping the cellphone before the man, it was the same cellphone that was in Paris, which one of his agents had taken from the cafè table as he knew that Erik had not taken it. Làzlò walked to his mercedes and drove off the scene waiting for a call, this man didn`t realise how he dealed with people and should he ignore him again he might have to put up a little show.

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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!

the young woman shrugged "Profesional... So... The CIA? Not bad..."

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

The two men who tried to get Làzlò got up and saw the cell phone there. The two of them, after arguing among themselves, decided to take the cell phone and bring it back to the Lord. Meanwhile in the underground facilities, Erik was browsing among the rows of microscopes and specimens. Erik looked through a microscope and examined a copy of Yersinia pestis. He had decided to attempt an assassination of the Pope but couldn't figure out what to use against him. He decided against Human Immunodeficiency Virus; how could a devout Catholic normally get that anyways? But he was stuck between Mycobacterium tuberculosis, Bacillus anthracis, Yersinia pestis, and Influenza.
(NOTE- I am sorry if through this game, I had offended you)

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I was cured all right.

(Elenanna, mind filling me in on exactly what (I presume) the handoff is about?)

Alanna shifted her position in her chair, stood, and decided that it was time to get going. Picking up her laptop case, she exited the room.

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((meh? what do you mean by the handoff? I'm tired and discracted, so if it's something obvious..))

She chuckled. "Yes. But after working there for after...three years, it can get tiring..but not for me.. I'm just interested in keeping the people safe from anyone who threatens their way of life...I've seen it happen too many times for my taste.." a bitterness could be heard at the end of the sentence.

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(well the reason for the meeting, if you will. There's no point in a meeting unless for the exchange of info that can't be transferred electronically, and it would possibly be physical objects.)

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<center>Nothing but the Rain</center>

((I think the reason why they're having the meeting is because Carly was at Notre Dame..but they might exchange information..))

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(I meant the three CIA agents and Carly at the airport)

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<center>Nothing but the Rain</center>

((oh that...that was to give them the vials and the files..I thought I did that already?)))

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(Ohhhh... well assuming that you did, I have some editing to do. )

As Alanna headed out of the airport, her earpiece buzzed gently. Pulling out her cell phone, she held it to her ear while replying, "Nighthawk."

"This is Central; you've got a new assignment. You're going to be working with the agent you just contacted, on the Notre Dame incident. We want to know who's behind it, and what threat level it poses to national security."

"Noted." The airport was crowded; it was an effort just to get to the escalators. It would be a while before she got of of this mess.

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"Already previewing the specimens?" a voice said. Erik didn't even had to look back. He knew it was one of his captains. "You know me," Erik said as he looked at a Bacillus anthracis through the microscope.
"Yeah, always one step ahead of the world," the captain said. "C'mon, the Klan hasn't attacked yet and you're planning the next stage."
"Is the mech-fly finished yet?"
"Umm...that one..yeah. I think it's done."
"Do you think so or know so?"
"I'm pretty sure it's finished."
A man came dashing in and said, "Sir, we have something for you." He extended his hand that had a cell phone, the same cell phone the man gave him in the cafe. "It has been screened for every single kind of explosives known by us," the man said. And the amount of explosives that they knew was extensive. They had among their ranks some of the best explosives specialists in the world. But when the world is heading towards religion and away from science, some of these guys didn't have a choice. Erik took and after scanning through it, found only one number. He copied down the number and after returning the phone back to the man, he dialed the number through a secure and encrypted phone.

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I was cured all right.

Làzlò picked up the cellphone as he sat behind his desk with his legs crossed over on the table, he blew some smoke into the air with a smile as his men looked at him suspiciously as they listened them.

"Finally Mr. Mirstik you choose to answer my calls and throw away that paranoia, I am glad. You know who I am, I am the Black Swan and I have a deal for you..."

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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!

[lol... we dont we all head back to the airport?]

"I assume the CIA filled you in?" Cathrine asked, tugging at the collar of her leather motorbike suit.

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

"For one, what do you want?" Erik said over the phone. "And I'm not talking about deals. I am quite aware who you are and I have no need of your services. Unless you can bring down both Rome and Mecca at the same time, we have no interest in you We have the world's best scientists in the fields of medicine, pathology, explosives, chemistry, ballistics, engineering, physics, computer engineering, toxicology, and nuclear physics. We also have hundreds of operatives, most of them former agents of Delta Force, SAS, SWAT, CIA, FBI, Mossad, GSG 9, Navy Seals, and many more units and agencies. We have funding from over twenty corporations and supplies streaming from all over the world. Now, tell me what do you have?" With the world going as it is, though, it would be best if he had some more allies. Actually he was quite amazed how easy it was to locate willing participants to his cause. He guessed that, after religious doctrine after religious doctrine that had disrupted science, desperate scientists would be flocking towards him.

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I was cured all right.

"Sounds like a lovely bunch of people working for you..."

Làzlò laughed and then dropped his legs off the table before getting up, he looked out of the window to see the view of the city.

"Speaking of religion.... Rome... and Mecca... what, if I told you I could nuke both of them to hell within a week?

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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!