Boston, MA, U.S.A.
14:00 Local Time
The sky is grim and overcast after a recent rainstorm. The ground of the graveyard has turned to mud, adding more darkness to the resting place of the dead. Kneeling and bowing his head at one of the gravestones despite the environment is a tall, black-haired man.
Roger is snapped out of his reverie by a deep clearing of the throat. He opens his eyes and glances behind him. A tall man dressed in all black, his face shadowed by a large, black cowboy-style hat. "Mr. Thorton?" the man asks.
Earlier that day...
2:00 Local Time
Today was a good day for Cyrus Wolf. After pulling off a reasonable job, his employer had allowed him to stay in his house's basement. The man was currently curled up on a couch, breathing softly.
A tall figure dressed in all black leans down towards Cyrus, and loudly snaps his fingers into the thief's ears. Cyrus's eyes shoot open, peering up into the man's shadowed face. "Mr. Wolf?"
Paris, France
19:00 Local Time
Deep inside the grimy underbelly of Paris, Jean-Jacque Renaud sat inside his garage bored. Business had been slow lately, and the incidences of crimes in the neighbourhood high. The short, skinny man smiled when a man finally entered. Dressed head to toe in black, including his strangely menacing cowboy hat, the man was a bit stranger than his typical customers, but not much.
"Mr. Renaud, I presume?" the man asks in perfect French, but with an American accent.
Somewhere in Greece
12:00 Local Time
James Bronin peers curiously at the markings on the tablet fragment before him. He seems to be able to make out most of the Ancient Greek words, but some are obscured by millenia of weather and other circumstances.
"Having fun?" a deep voice says behind him, causing the brown-haired man to jump suddenly. He turns around to see a man dressed in all black behind him. "Mr. Bronin?
Cote d'Azur, Monaco
22:00 Local Time
The mysterious, beautiful woman laughs elegantly as she gambles a bit more of her money. The grinning lights and vibrant colours around her are as intoxicating as the drinks, and Monique finds herself truly getting into the games.
A tap on her shoulder causes the pretty blonde to turn away, puzzled at the man approaching her. He is a tall man in black, wearing a black cowboy hat. "Excuse me, Ms. er...Monique."
London, England
7:00 Local Time
Andrew Preston types away at his computer, at work despite the early hour. He is almost done taking care of his last job. With a 'ping', an Instant Messenger widnow pops up--strange, Andrew had turned off messages. He opens it, curious.
14:00 Local Time
The sky is grim and overcast after a recent rainstorm. The ground of the graveyard has turned to mud, adding more darkness to the resting place of the dead. Kneeling and bowing his head at one of the gravestones despite the environment is a tall, black-haired man.
Roger is snapped out of his reverie by a deep clearing of the throat. He opens his eyes and glances behind him. A tall man dressed in all black, his face shadowed by a large, black cowboy-style hat. "Mr. Thorton?" the man asks.
Earlier that day...
2:00 Local Time
Today was a good day for Cyrus Wolf. After pulling off a reasonable job, his employer had allowed him to stay in his house's basement. The man was currently curled up on a couch, breathing softly.
A tall figure dressed in all black leans down towards Cyrus, and loudly snaps his fingers into the thief's ears. Cyrus's eyes shoot open, peering up into the man's shadowed face. "Mr. Wolf?"
Paris, France
19:00 Local Time
Deep inside the grimy underbelly of Paris, Jean-Jacque Renaud sat inside his garage bored. Business had been slow lately, and the incidences of crimes in the neighbourhood high. The short, skinny man smiled when a man finally entered. Dressed head to toe in black, including his strangely menacing cowboy hat, the man was a bit stranger than his typical customers, but not much.
"Mr. Renaud, I presume?" the man asks in perfect French, but with an American accent.
Somewhere in Greece
12:00 Local Time
James Bronin peers curiously at the markings on the tablet fragment before him. He seems to be able to make out most of the Ancient Greek words, but some are obscured by millenia of weather and other circumstances.
"Having fun?" a deep voice says behind him, causing the brown-haired man to jump suddenly. He turns around to see a man dressed in all black behind him. "Mr. Bronin?
Cote d'Azur, Monaco
22:00 Local Time
The mysterious, beautiful woman laughs elegantly as she gambles a bit more of her money. The grinning lights and vibrant colours around her are as intoxicating as the drinks, and Monique finds herself truly getting into the games.
A tap on her shoulder causes the pretty blonde to turn away, puzzled at the man approaching her. He is a tall man in black, wearing a black cowboy hat. "Excuse me, Ms. er...Monique."
London, England
7:00 Local Time
Andrew Preston types away at his computer, at work despite the early hour. He is almost done taking care of his last job. With a 'ping', an Instant Messenger widnow pops up--strange, Andrew had turned off messages. He opens it, curious.
sbullet@freeserv.net said:Are you Andrew Preston?
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