Dark*Matter: Discovery, The Delphi Paradox

With that decided, Larry has the van stop and buys a high priced bottle of vodka. On second thought, he get's a second which he hides in his coat.
 

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After purchasing the bottle of vodka, the team and the van made their way through the cold streets of Moscow, until they reached the apartment where Boris Kyznetsov resided.

Boris was expecting the agents. He was an elderly man, in his late seventies and a wheelchair, but the awareness and intelligence visible in his eyes suggested that age hadn't dulled his mental capacity.

"So, you're here to ask about Hammerfall? Why should I help you?"
he said, getting straight to the point. "You don't work for the government, and you aren't collegues of mine. The only reason I'm even talking to you is because Fedorov is an old friend."
 

"Comrade Kyznetsov, we appreciate you receiving us at this time, specially when it is this cold. But were are my manners, let me introduce myself and my friends." After the required introductions, larry adds. "I do not know how it is done here, but in my country it is customary to bestow a gift when disturbing a man at his home. This is but a small token of our appreciation for receiving us." Pulling out the vodka bottle, he presents it carefully to the man. "It is not much, but it might help on those cold Moscow nights." Larry does his ebst to present himself as graciously as possible to the man. It never hurt to put a mark at ease. Specially one as distrustful as a paranormal KGB officer probably was.

"Now, as to your question. Why help us? Maybe it's better to think about who you can hurt. We are not the only ones after Hamerfall's last project, you know. Think of every rival agency you ever locked horns with, and a couple of newer ones. They're all after the same. Surely you would prefer the organization that absorbed the Paranormal Division to keep it in their hands. Keep it in the family, as it were."

With a grin, Higgins pours another thimbleful of vodka for the aging Russian, and adds, "Besides, we're offering you something every retired agent wants. Getting back into the game. Surely an old fox like you has a couple of tricks left to teach, and you wont find a better student."

Leaning to whisper in the old man's ear, he continues in a low voice, as if to ensure privacy. Cade's intercoms should be enough to pick it up anyways. "We are getting soft, comrade Kyznetsov. I have heard tales of the good old days, but our orders lack the confidence of before. We hesitate when we should act, we talk when we should shoot. The Hoffman institute of before, your own Paranormal Division, the missions those agents took were breathtaking in their boldness. It is time to recover that clarity of vision, that hunger for knowledge. A return to the good old days, as it were."

[sblock] Diplo +9 when trying to get in his good graces, and Bluff +14 when talking about the good old days.[/sblock]
 

Boris warmed up to Larry's initial offer, smiling and acepting the drink. "The doctors say I shouldn't. But what do they know?"

He chuckled and smiled knowingly when Larry made his offer. He leaned in close, and whispered into Larry's ear. "I was playing people before your parents were born, kid. I give you an A for effort, but I was there when most of your tricks were invented."
 

"Please," Meredith says. "There's a little girl...Cade, can you pull up a picture?"

She looks back at the old ex-agent. "She was exposed to...something. Whatever it was that Hammerfall uncovered at Delphi. If we can't work out how to get it out of her, she'll die. There's other things too...global conspiracies, evil cabals after the power to see the future...but for me at least, it really boils down to keeping the future uncertain, where it belongs, and saving a little girl's life."

"Isn't that worth some of your time?"
 

"Don't forget facing down a minotaur, Meri,," says Cade as he pulls up an image of Carol and show it to the man.

"Sir," says Cade in a more serious tone, locking eyes with the man. "If you can, I'd...we'd really appreciate your help on this, okay?"

"She's important enough that I'd risk my life to help her," Cade leaves out the fact that he almost died unsaid.
 

Falkus said:
"I was playing people before your parents were born, kid. I give you an A for effort, but I was there when most of your tricks were invented."


"Can't blame me for trying. See, I really could use the help of a pro like you. Conning old ladies out of retirement funds isn't the same as going against KGB field officers."


After the other bring up the subject of the girl, larry rolls his eyes. He didn't think the man would respond to such an obvious ploy, but he might be wrong after all. It was a land of poets, after all. "So old man, will you help us? You wouldn't want such a fine crew getting wasted because you forgot to mention something. If we make it back, I promise to bring back some more of this vodka, and we can go blue telling each other war stories."
 


Boris chuckled again. "I was a KGB agent. You really shouldn't bother trying to appeal to my better nature. I haven't got one."

He then looked back at Larry. "You've got promise, kid. Get me some paper and a pen, and I'll tell you a few thigns that might save your lives. That was first duty post in the KGB, I was part of the security staff. Lucky for me, I was topside when the base got shut down by whatever it was that went wrong.
 

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