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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 24, 2008 16:50:46 GMT -5
Angel sat down, knowing that if she cooperated, she could get out of this one a lot better then if she took chances. She sat down across from him. Her eyes were still on his. That surface fear was still there, though she tried to play it off. She looked at him and wondered why he had come here, if it was his friends that she had angered. No doubt the leader of the Red Mafia was on his way. That blew a hole in her staying out of her father's hands, unless he didn't recognize her. She could always say that it was his fault, that he told her to do this, to cause grief and weed out the low lifes that sought to under mind the authority of the Red Mafia. She had to play it quick, before she was caught by her father, or killed by these people.
"What do you want to talk about, Mr. Damocles?" She said, smoothly. Her voice taking on a more sarcastic tone. Her eyes glittered a bit of anger. She was tired of getting wet. She rolled her eyes a bit and moved her wet hair from her face. She waited for him to respond. [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 24, 2008 17:16:16 GMT -5
With the sprinklers and fire alarm cut off, it was much easier to focus on the conversation. Opie set the gun down beside him on the both and put his hands where Angelica could see them. Shrugging, Opie checked his watch. Mikhail would be there soon.
"Well, first off I would like to know what the fuck was going through that little mind of yours when you thought you could get help people smuggle things through my territory. Just so you know, you've condemned all of them to death by doing it."
One of Opie's men ran to Mikhail to meet him, making sure everything was okay. The russian grabbed the man's shoulder and spoke in his native tongue, before remembering that he was speaking with an American.
"Is the girl still there. Has she been shot?" His voice was frantic. The man shook his head no, and before he could utter an explanation, Mikhail was running to the door again. Jumping forward, his body emitted a dull light as he went through the glass door as if it wasn't even there.
"Opie no! Don't shoot her!"
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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 24, 2008 19:26:23 GMT -5
She sat there staring at him, glad he did not know her. Yet, she wanted to smack him. He thought he was king shit, hell, she was related to king shit. Her damned father. She rolled her eyes when he talked about killing all those she had helped.
"So what, they where just money in my pocket, they didn't matter. And you, you are just a kid with power and you think you rule the fucking streets. That's all there it to it." She said. She knew she was pissing him off. Suddenly, a voice behind them scared her. She jumped out of the booth, turning and staring. Mikhail Embi, her father's partner in the US. At that point, she knew she was fucked. She put her hands on her hips and stared him down.
"Hello, Mikhail. Been a while." She said, in a pissed off tone. She was caught, no matter what she did now. [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 24, 2008 20:30:23 GMT -5
Opie stood as soon as she had, and looked at Mikhail in outrage. What did he mean don't shoot her? Hell they hadn't even deliberated together as to what her fate should be. Aiming the MP5K at her back, he shouted at the Russian crime lord.
"No Embi, she's done enough on my turf to constitute the death penalty. Then she disrespects me in my goddamn city! No, this stupid-"
Opie stopped speaking as Mikhail pulled out his rimfire and aimed it at Opie. The men outside instantly aimed their guns at Mikhail. Opie managed a slight chuckle.
"Well it looks like we have a Mexican standoff. Mind explaining what the hell you're doing, Mikhail?"
The Russian crime lord didn't take his weapon off Opie, but he was sure his friend knew it was a bluff. There wasn't any person who could force Mikhail to hurt his friend, and he knew that Opie would never let his men start shooting.
"She's...valuable. Her name's Dubrinsky."
Opie raised an eyebrow and lowered his weapon, which prompted the rest of the participants to lower theirs.
"Dubrinsky huh? You know I always thought that sounded more Turkish than Russian. That explains why the bitch things she's protected enough to disrespect me like that."
Opie scoffed and shook his head,
"Daddy can't help you in my country. Mikhail would take the U.S troops from the RM and side with me. So it'd be in your best interest to watch how you talk to me, or him."
Mikhail nodded to confirm what Opie had said, though it was obvious he was acting a little different in front of the Mafiosa princess.
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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 24, 2008 21:29:29 GMT -5
Angelica looked at Mikhail, then over her shoulder back to Opie.
"Then do it. My father is half a fucking world away. I was trying to slit his throat." She said. She sat back down, hoping that it would help them both not to want to hurt her. She looked at Mikhail.
"Why do you let him run the show? You have all you need here, why do you let them run the show?" She said, her eyes all serious. She looked at Opie, then back to Mikhail.
"You have one hell of a business partner here, and I know how to get things through, certain things, that my father and the Russian branch won't see and won't know about. That means more money in your pockets." She said. She spent so long watching her father, knowing things that she shouldn't have in the first place. She was very good at thinking about ways to hurt people, thanks to her loving father. [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 24, 2008 21:52:27 GMT -5
"I don't let him run the show." Mikhail said, waving off her taunt, "He runs the Sword, I run the Red Mafia. Well in America anyway. We're merely business partners in the arms trade."
Opie aimed his gun back at Angelica, looking into her eyes as the laser targeting was right on her throat. His gaze still on her, he spoke to Mikhail (whom did not have his gun raised this time.)
"What do you say Mikhail, should I do it? It'll start a war, but then again you wouldn't be working for her father anymore. Hell, if she knows her daddy half as well as I do then she knows he'd have her killed in a heartbeat for trying to sabotage his operations."
Mikhail shook his head. Him being completely dry, his cigarettes were in tact and thus he put one to his lips and lit it. Wars cost money, and as the Sword would be the offender this go around, the morale would be lower amongst the men. Of course there was always the high possibility that a treaty would be made before a war went underway.
"They're my operations, not her fathers. Her father is running things in Russia, and he won't be alive for very much longer. When that happens, I'll take over. Probably move to Moscow. As being the leader of the R.M stateside, I'm the most powerful one. If we kill her, then that ruins my potential of running the whole scene."
Opie lowered his gun once again, but this time holstered it. It seems Mikhail was against her death for business reasons rather than personal ones, and any business deal that went well for Mikhail paid off for Opie and vice versa.
"So what now? If we're not gonna kill her, what do we do? Ship her to Russia?"
Mikhail shook his head, "No. She goes to Russia she'll have a funeral within a month. I'll handle things with her father and she'll stay here. I'm going back to Brighton, you take her with you to the compound and wait for me there. If she's seen leaving with me it won't work, so she has to go with you."
Opie shrugged. What Mikhail was planning he didn't know, but it was lucky for this girl that Mikhail valued her wellbeing, otherwise she would be breathing led right about then.
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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 24, 2008 22:29:28 GMT -5
She looked at Mikhail, almost pissed. He was sending her with someone she did not know. She stood up and looked at Mikhail. She looked at him with fear and anger.
"I know I pissed you off, Mikhail, but he won't keep me safe. He would rather see me dead. Just caused I showed him up on his own turf." She spoke, her voice cracking a bit. She was scared. This was more than she was prepared for. She grabbed her bag and looked at Opie.
"Dammit, Embi. This is bullshit. You know what my father will say if he finds out that I skipped out on my bodyguards. Don't do this." She screamed at him, in Russian. She knew it would stop him in his tracks. She was not about to have any dealings with her father, who wanted her home. Hell, if she told Embi that the next leader of the RM was already choosen and meant for her to marry, he would flip out. She knew it was not her, for she had been there when her father had told Nickoli Kenstanoff that he was next in line, and was meant to marry his Princess Angelica. She stood there, her dark eyes staring into Mikhail's back. Waiting. [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 24, 2008 22:48:15 GMT -5
Opie scoffed and began walking towards the door,
"Chill bitch. I holstered the gun, which means you're not going to get shot. I'll keep you safe because my brother wants me to. So shut up and meet me in the car when you and Putin here are done cussing eachother in Russian."
Mikhail ignored Opie as he exited the cafe, and spoke back in Russian to Angelica. His face was surprisingly unconcerned and he waved it off.
"Your father can give the order to have you returned home if your working for the Red Mafia or found by the Red Mafia. If you were found by the Sword, which technically you were, the old bastard has to try and barter your safe return home which isn't going to happen. From now on, your father has no say so in what happens. Get in the car with Opie. You'll be fine. If you run, then both of us are fucked."
Mikhail turned and walked out of the cafe after Opie. He would explain things to her later when it was appropriate to do so, and while she didn't know it, Angelica was more important to Mikhail then she could imagine.
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Post by Angelica Dubrinsky on Sept 24, 2008 23:02:07 GMT -5
Angelica growled. Something in what Mikhail was not saying concerned her. Something bothered her, deeply. She walked out of the cafè, looking at the men that lined the way to the street. Someone must have paid the cops off, cause there was not a cop for blocks. She figured that was a Mikhail doing. She got up there and his car was gone. Opie was standing by his, as she walked up. She looked at him, her eyes watching his, closely again.
"I wanna get one thing straight, I am not going to be a prisoner. I will stay where you want me too, but no locked doors. I don't like being locked up." She said, as she stepped into his car. First and for most, she was going to need a hot shower and some clean clothes. She was soaked to the bone and cold. She put her arms over her chest, rubbing them a bit. She knew Opie wouldn't care. She just wanted to be warm.
"Let's go, Cowboy!" She said, her inpatients showing through. [/size]
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Post by Opie Damocles on Sept 24, 2008 23:13:34 GMT -5
Opie clearly wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying, smoking the cigarette handed to him by Mikhail moments earlier. Sitting in the car with her, a jet black armored S.U.V, Opie gazed out the heavily tinted windows. The vehicle could take an onslaught from armor piercing rounds at point blank without so much as slowing down, and it was the only way Opie liked to drive. Limos, sedans, even his yachts and jets were all armored.
The roominess of the vehicle was average for its size, though Opie was still rather close to Angelica. That wasn't of choice, but due to the width of the seats they were in. Patting his driver on the shoulder, the large automobile bolted off at intense speed. The drive was short due to the speed at which they drove, and the odd fact that they encountered no yellow or red lights. After about an hour and a half of silence (Opie had put in headphones and closed his eyes) they were driving through a scenic area that was obviously no longer New York.
"You ever been to New Hampshire?" He asked as they sped down a curvy road, "Its lovely this time of year."
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