Comments | aeon_flux69: Lexi... Let's chat, shall we? [locked for <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/lexiromanov">lexiromanov</a></strong> or <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/evankasparov">evankasparov</a></strong>]

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Lexi... Let's chat, shall we? [locked for lexiromanov or evankasparov]

Apr 24, 2005 17:58

when you have the time or if Evan can join in.Trevor Goodchild tossed the papers across the room. The woman before him jumping while the other in the far corner stood motionless and seemed to have a corner of her lip turned up even if it was for a fraction of second. "Damnit!" He pushed from his chair. "How much money did we loose?" he leaned over ( Read more... )

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ex_the_roman875 April 25 2005, 23:15:25 UTC

It's outside the requested lock, so feel free to delete this.

"Da, I realize he's a busy man," Olga informed the drone on the other end of the line. "And I am a busy woman, but perhaps our business might be overlapping a bit right now. Just tell Mr Goodchild that Olga Romanov would like to speak to him about Alexei... and Alexei's commercial enterprises. He can get back to me when he has time to talk."

aeon_flux69 April 26 2005, 01:24:02 UTC

Oh no, no deleting, this should be fun. Time to talk she said. Olga Romanov. The Queen of the House. The one that can reign in Mr. Krycek. He tapped the message over and over with his fingers while he stared out the large windows of his office over looking the city. Breen. And from that vantage point he could see Monica on the other side. More run down than his fair city ( ... )

ex_the_roman875 April 28 2005, 00:46:30 UTC

"Ah, Mr Goodchild..." Turning in place, Olga pads over to the small desk in the corner of her laboratory. "I don't wish to waste your valuable time so I'll get right to the point..." A tap at a key brings the screen back on line. "My little brother seems to be intent on provoking a reaction out of you. He's impulsive that way... a flaw in his ability to make truly long term plans." Her tone is indulgent. "Considering your previous reactions to opposition, it could very well be you're planning an attempt to squash him into a nasty smear on the pavement, which would vex me. He's wandering about, yes... but he is ultimately 'mine ( ... )

aeon_flux69 May 2 2005, 02:26:46 UTC

Trevor's eyes were upon Aeon as Olga spoke. And indeed she was right. His time was valuable. Every day, every hour that ticked by that his drugs were not out, was money lost. He snorted a bit at her words, "Yours, maybe but the leash you have on him as a few broken links. And if I had my way, your little brothers, as you call him, would not be a nasty smear on the pavement. My girl is better trained than that. You will be lucky to even find a trace."

He shifted in his chair, listening some more, considering her words. "So the brothers wish to talk. How interesting. Not so neutral ground though is it... Olga." He leaned forward, "What assurance do I have nothing will happen? Not that I am worried about it. I would just like to hear your side."

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