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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 23, 2004 15:17:59 GMT -5
The man walked in and up to the bar not looking at anyone in particular, he wore a expensive trench coat, he had a tall thin frame but looked about 40 years old; his dark hair short and clean cut,....and most of all a Umbrella logo pin on his lappel.
[NB, This is the description of Mr Trent! If you have read the conversation between him and Isabelle Meyer 2 years ago, you'll see the near exact description!]
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 23, 2004 15:24:58 GMT -5
VIncent looked around and noticed the new man come in. He figured he should be friendly, since he was going to be working here after all. He turned to Dan and notated to him "I've got this one..." He walked upto his chair.
"Welcome to the Bulls Valuts Bar sir. Can I ge--"
Vincent suddenly noticed the Umbrella pin and choked.
"AH, can I get you anything to drink Mr...?"
Inside his hatred flared, his adrenaline pumped, his thoughts raced. He glanced suddenly at Dan with an agitated look, then glanced to the pin painfully.
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 23, 2004 15:49:15 GMT -5
[OOC- Don't post anything else, I'll make the response on Sunday or else you could jepordise your mission with Mr Trent!
Many thanks,
Regina.]
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 23, 2004 16:05:41 GMT -5
[OOC:] GACK!!!! *dies* x.x You suspense artist! *shakes fist* lol. Oh well. Hehe. I can wait I guess [/OOC:]
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 25, 2004 9:42:04 GMT -5
The man walked up to Vincent and smiled holding out his hand to shake his in good faith.
"Mr Vincent Scott Hanson, I've been informed to meet with you here, I wonder would you mind stepping outsdie for a moment.?"
Mr Trent didn't seem to be carrying any weapons, and just smiled at him as though he wouldn't need to do much of anything to get a response.
[OOC- Sorry for the wait but if you just flipped and pummeled Trent to the ground
a) that would not happen in the Resi world.
b) the plot would fall apart and
c) you wouldn't survive much longer, as Mr Trent is a VERY important man in the Umbrella world.
Hope you aren't too upset over the wait,
Regina.]
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 25, 2004 11:34:41 GMT -5
Vincent choked down his pride and shook Mr. Trent's hand. "Umm... sure. Dan, I'll be right back..."Vincent surpressed his hatred for the moment, he didn't want to create a scene, and started outside. [OOC:] Vinny wouldn't have created a scene by attacking a customer like that, he's wiser than that, just so you know. ANd no, I'm not upset! WHy would I be? [/OOC:]
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 25, 2004 12:22:54 GMT -5
[OOC- Because I'm a shambles of a DM. *Sobs*]
"Sure thing Vincent..." replied Dan.
Mr Trent smiled and followed Vincent out into the quiet street, there wasn't many people about but many were in their homes and would easily hear and fighting or shouting.
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 25, 2004 12:34:46 GMT -5
Vincent lead Mr. Trent to an alley to the side of the bar. "Ok Mr, whoever you are, I'll be asking all the questions here. How do you know my full name? Who in Umbrella sent you? What do you want with me? And if it's anything against any other GOOD company, the answer's an immediate NO."Vincent glared at him menacingly, using his hands to express himself with almost every word. [OOC:] *shakes fist* Don't make me come over there and beat you Regina, you're a wonderful DM! Hehe, and no, Not an ACTUAL beating, bneating in my vocabulary is a tickle torture. [/OOC:]
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 25, 2004 13:30:35 GMT -5
Mr Trent smiled.
"I am Mr Trent, Umbrella sent me in place of the Umbrella Green contact. I have all the answers necessary, Vincent."
"You have been chosen for a mission to help get a Dr Isabelle Meyer to Russia along with a Mr Alexander Gaidarov who will be helping her as we speak. You aren't against any other company this is a favour from you to Umbrella to end your position as a TARGET."
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 25, 2004 16:11:21 GMT -5
"A TARGET? I knew it..."
Vincent grumbled angrily and mused a moment.
He shrugged. "Fine. Just a transport? I don't see why you big exec's would need a warrior like me to transport two people, but ok. I guess these people are important..." He nodded. "Ok Mr. Trent. Let me tell Dan that I'm leaving and I'll get my things..."
Vincent proceeded to quickly hop inside.
" Dan, bro, I'm sorry, but something's come up. *whispers* An ex-nay on the Incent-vay unting-hay.*stops whispering* I'll be back to help you as soon as I can. For now, here..." Vincent placed a buisness card on the bar. "This is the card of a buddy of mine from back in the US. If you really need help, call him up, and tell him Seph is offering him a job here. Alright bud? I'll catch you later."
Vincent grabbed his trench off of the coat rack, put it on, patted it down and checked it's contents to make sure the various things he had in it were still in there and went outside to Mr. Trent.
"Your bodyguard's ready to go. Where are we headed?"
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Post by Agent Regina on Jan 26, 2004 3:59:11 GMT -5
Mr Trent smiled once again.
"Mr Vincent do you know exactly what a TARGET is? I highly doubt that you understand the severity, but...no matter all will become clear in time."
"You are to go alone, but not yet, you are to await for a newsheadline about an attack at a Umbrella laboratory. Afterwards you are to go to London and find Mr Gaidarov at the Russian embassy, he will have Dr Meyer there with him. You have two days to get there after the newsheadline,.....and must help them get to Moscow without being caught by Umbrella officials. This can take as long as necessary to get them there,...as we don't want you all to be found out if you suddenly disappear."
He smirked this time looking rather unreadable as though no one new what he was really doing or planning,.....or whether he was actually from Umbrella.
"If you do this task for me I shall make sure that your TARGET file is......lets say lost, and a substantial amount of money will be put into your account. If you have any questions I am sure that they will be able to make things clearer."
He turned to leave and walk down the street.
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 26, 2004 7:20:29 GMT -5
Vincent stood there, his trench flapped lightly in the wind behind him. His head hung a little, his eyes darkened over by the shadow of his hair. His arms hung at his sides, in fists, but not clenched. The warrior was ready. Seph was born again, the dark angel returned.
He jogged to his car parked in the back, rolled over the hood to the driver's side and got in. His car was a classic, a 1985 Z28 Camarro with all the fixin's, including a removeable T-top to make it into a pseudo-convertable. He turned the key and the engine roared at his command. He put it in drive and pushed the gas pedal all the way to the floor. The tired spun rapidly until they finally cought the ground, making a lot of squeeling in the process, and he soon bolted off. He was headed to his hotel room, back across town.
Whence he arrived he locked his car up really tightly, got inside and locked the door firmly. He looked through his room... looking for it....
(Ah! Here it is... return to your master, Masamune. Seph, the Dark Angel needs your help...)
Seph pulled out his katana, a weapon over 4 feet long, easily two-handed. He strapped it to his back so it was veryil concealed underneath his jacket. NExt he made sure his custom pistol was still in place in his trench coat. His Bo staff was tucked inside his car safely. This is what he would bring for now, the heavy firepower would have to stay here.
After, he hung up his jacket, took off the sword, and sat on the bed cross-legged and began to meditate. WHen the headline came he would be ready. Tomorrow he would go to the store and check, and every day thereafter. He had enough money in his bank account to keep the room for months, probably years if needed. He was lucky this hotel room was cheap.
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Post by Sofia Palmer on Jan 29, 2004 6:55:00 GMT -5
Outside the voice of a woman could be heard, she sounded as though she was struggling in the corridor with something heavy.
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Post by Vincent Scott Hanson on Jan 29, 2004 6:58:18 GMT -5
Vincent startled out of his meditation due to the voices outside.
(Hmmph... interrupting my meditation. Oh well. Let's go see...)
Vincent walked to the door, opened it, and looked about, looking for the noise.
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Post by Sofia Palmer on Jan 29, 2004 7:25:08 GMT -5
Looking outside Vincent saw a woman about 5'6'' struggling with a few boxes, she was trying to open the door to her hotel room whilst holding one of them.
"Oh god darnit, damn keys." She muttered, the stress evident as her long redish/brown hair got in the way of her sight.
She looked rather smartly dressed, and seemed to be well presented.
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