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Post by molotov on Jan 8, 2012 9:01:10 GMT -5
Keeping to the shadows had always been Natalya's strong point, and with a place like the factory district, there were plenty of shadows to lurk in. She wasn't so foolish as to arrive in her Military uniform, instead opting for her usual dark blue dress and a black cloak. Cliché as it was, it really helped her blend into the darkness. At times like these, Natalya wondered why she never seemed to be able to gather the courage to just cut her hair short. It would really help during shady business such as this. Presently she was stuck with a strand of hair getting in her face which was too short to be tucked behind her ear and too long to not be a nuisance. Little details such as these hardly mattered, of course, but it still annoyed her nonetheless.
Irritated, Natalya began to pace up and down the alley in which she had agreed to meet her contact. The same Ruthian boy as always. She remembered her father's work being relatively expensive, so there was rightfully no cause for suspicion. All the same, handing such a sum of money over to a boy like him made her rather uneasy. A job such as hers required absolute certainty and zero hesitation in everything she did, but Natalya still had a niggling little voice in the back of her head telling her that this time, for sure, something bad would happen. And Natalya didn't like it one bit.
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Post by thehero on Feb 2, 2012 23:43:25 GMT -5
It was a quiet night. Mind you, it was always quiet at night in the factory yards, especially when you weren't even in the factory yards but slipping through the small alleyways tucked between the massive buildings and store houses. Yet it truly was more quiet than the youth was used to. It was of the norm for Alfred to sneak around through the alleyways, nooks and crannies of Granor city, hell it was his normal method and route of travel, but tonight there seemed less people on the street than normal, and he'd had yet to come across any kind of night guard, even if the fools were easy enough to avoid.
Slipping into the thin alley, he spotted her, knowing where to look. Feeling a tinge of guilt as he saw the agitated fidget, Alfred approached his cloaked acquaintance, flashing her a quick smile and taking in the sight of a stray hair, resisting to brush it away. "We should really stop meeting like" he joked, his grin cracking wider. Like they'd meet any other way. He pushed his hands into his pockets, shifting his weight and tilting his head to the side, smile fading back to his natural upward quirk of the lips. "Did you bring it?"
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Post by molotov on Feb 12, 2012 2:21:17 GMT -5
At the sound of his voice, Natalya whirled around to face him. "It's not as if we can meet in the military district. If you feel like trying, be my guest, but I don't know you if you do," she replied, retrieving the heavy pouch filled with coins from under her cloak. "Same amount as always." Holding it out, Natalya stared at Alfred expectantly. The pouch was a pain for when she needed to move noiselessly, and she was somewhat relieved to be rid of it. Sure, she could fool the idiots by telling them that she had been assigned the factory district to patrol, but any fool with half a brain knew that patrolling while not dressed in uniform was an illogical action. It didn't take much to put two and two together, unfortunately. At that moment, Natalya's trained ears picked up the sound of heavy footsteps. More than one. They were way too organised to be a crowd of factory workers, and besides, the place had been oddly empty before...
Oh, great.
"Hey, you there! What are you doing?" a voice called. Jolted into action, Natalya broke into a sprint.
"Run, come on, run!" Natalya called to Alfred. Just my luck.
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Post by thehero on Feb 28, 2012 12:53:08 GMT -5
The smile on his face twisted into a grin as the elegant blond rounded on him, responding to his flirtatious remark with her ever present no-nonsense attitude. Alfred just shook his head when offered to meet in the Military district, not sure if he felt scolded or just found it funny that she didn’t seem to get the sarcasm of the statement in the first place. She could just be choosing to ignore it after all.
Clearing his throat, he took the pouch from her, “Thank you for your continuing assistance.” It was heavy, loaded with Florins. He was sure she was glad to be rid of it as such a thing was more than a little hard to be stealth with, having coins jiggle and jangle as you walk along, and coming out to this part of town at this time of night with such a thing would definitely seem extremely suspicious. Just as Alfred was tucking the spoils away he noticed his comrade perk and the soldiers flood the entrance she’d come from. The thought that she’d tricked him flickered across his mind, until she took off, running in the opposite direction and called to him to do the same. Gritting his teeth he dug out one of his smoke bombs he tried to always have on him and let it loose on their pursuers escaping as the thick smoke filled the tiny corridor.
Catching up to Natalya quickly he grabbed her wrist, guiding her way. “Come on!” His words were hushed command, “I’ve got a safe house this way. Keep your footing , okey?” Alfred held her tight as he zig-zagged them through the alleyways, pulling the handgun from his pant-pocket, carrying it at the ready. He really didn’t like guns; a bullet was so finite. You got shot, anywhere but a limb and even then sometimes, you were already good as dead if it didn’t happen to kill you in the first place. However, it wasn’t the time to worry about such things. Now was the time to follow through. Alfred was not going to get caught here, and so help him neither was his military lady associate.
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