Welcome to Gaia! ::

((BUMP))

Wish I had what you have.
You said you'd be here.

Send the pain below.

You've made me green with envy.

Much like suffocating.
I can't feel my trust-



Sami raised an eyebrow in interest as Danave chuckled.

"Oo-la-la..." she cooed, lifting up her fake I.D. "Juliana Regonado. Fancy." Moving her shoulders back and forth luxuriously, she winked at Danave before grinning. "Sexy. I like."

Danave smiled.

"Of course. Oh, and these as well." He gave her a small bottle of what seemed like pills. "They're labeled as a prescription drug, but these pills are actually one of our company's latest inventions. They're voice-changers. Take one, and it changes your voice naturally for an entire twenty-four hours, taking around ten minutes to kick in. These were created to make your voice a little bit deeper - with an underlying Irish accent - to match your beautiful red hair." He winked at her. "They should work well - they've been in testing for a good four years."

Sami chuckled.

"Exciting!" She replied, pocketing them. "I can't wait! So the paper trail's set up?"

"Indeed," Danave replied. "You have a normal paper trail for a twenty-five-year-old - you've been renting an apartment for three years, living by yourself. Moved to New York when you were nineteen to get away from your awful drunken parents who live in Georgia in hopes of getting a job as a cosmetician, but never got a job. You worked first at a bar, then tried your hand as a journalist for a while. That didn't work, and when you were mugged coming back from a late-night interview for another job, you decided to take up self-defense lessons, taught by a good friend of yours. You learned how to handle a weapon, shoot a gun, and fight hand-to-hand. You were looking for a way to help your community, and as of tonight, you will be walking to your car from a late-night dinner with a friend when you will be ruthlessly attacked by an escapee from the prison, where the chief of police will HAVE to rescue you. Simple, no?"

Sami chuckled.

"I'm loving it already," she replied. "Simple, easy to remember. Got it."

Danave nodded.

"Good. The rest is in the folder. Shouldn't take you too long to memorize. We have a car set up for you - sorry my dear, but you can't drive your Corvette." Sami sighed in disappointment as he continued. "Instead, you'll be driving a regular dark green Honda Accord that you brought up from Georgia."

Sami cursed.

"A HONDA?!" She snapped. "Goddammit Danave! That has no horse-power at all!"

"Exactly," Danave replied. "And you know that."

Sami sighed.

"I know..." she murmured childishly. "I just love my car..."

Danave laughed lightly.

"We all know, my dear - we all know." Then he clapped his hands. "So. You know it. You love it. You're dressed. You're prepped. We're ready. Let's do it." He looked at Tony. "What do you think? Flawless, eh?"

((About Angel. Since Bread is out, you could simply escape without explaining how, get Tiffany to a hospital, and then track down Cheiko's associates--the Hellz Fire.))

((She drove him in a car. Being male, and having a piece of magnetic stone in his head (as all males do) his sense of direction is better than the average female's. He could retrace the path of the car (of which she was only dumped out) by memory alone. Especially if he'd done any kind of training to keep his sense of direction.))

Anthony turned on the TV. It seemed the place had only basic cable. Oh well. He was glad they at least had cable at all.


"Impressive" Tony said, "so where do we start anyway?".

"What if I could let my guard down?
Into freedom, on and on?"

You really are quite silly!
Why are you getting so upset?

Life is life!
Things ALWAYS get worse before they get better.

So live for the moment!
This pain isn't worth your tears.



"Well," Danave began as Sami began to leaf through the folder. "You're going to stay here, hermanita's going to get into position, and then we're going to wait for the boom-boom." He smiled, checked his watch. "Ten minutes." He turned to his men, jerked his head. "Let's move."

The remaining men cleared out so it was just them three. Danave looked back to Tony.

"You and me are going to keep track of our men via headset. I trust yours are equipped with them?"

"I can't tell you how to succeed, but I CAN tell you how to fail.
You stop trying to succeed."

"What if I could let my guard down?
Into freedom, on and on?"

You really are quite silly!
Why are you getting so upset?

Life is life!
Things ALWAYS get worse before they get better.

So live for the moment!
This pain isn't worth your tears.



Danave took a drink of whatever was on a side table, finished it off, and clunked the glass heavily on the wood.

"Good," he stated once he did this. "So base will be here. Lovely." He began to pour something into his glass. "Care for a drink? Whiskey."

"I can't tell you how to succeed, but I CAN tell you how to fail.
You stop trying to succeed."