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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Radiant" data-source="post: 918580" data-attributes="member: 12018">January.11.2004A small caffee at the airport in Boston11:30Kathi waits at one of the tables, in the one message from Truth she received in the whole time it said that someone will meet her here at 11:30. Helen Nguyen waits with her daughter and continues to change between looking worriedly at her and asking "darling do you realy want to do this. Your father and I understand it of course but we will miss you terribly.".At that moment a man approaches the table. They say no man is an island but obvioulsy those people have not seen that guy. He is nearly two meters tall with broad shoulders and very obvious muscles under his elegant black clothes. His neck looks more like a tree stump and his face appears to have been hammered against a wall a few dozen times. Despite that he still manages to exclude and aura of friendliness and smiles pleasantly. His voice sounds like cracking stones and he speaks in broken english."Good day, my name is Gert Kleinmaurer i am here to meet wis Katie Nguyen. May i asume dat it is se fine young lady i am seeing here."</blockquote>