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A bedsit in the outskirts of London

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A bedsit in the outskirts of London

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Sat Apr 08, 2006 4:28 pm

The bedsit was small and poorly lit, it was a bolthole when things were quiet, somewhere that was always safe. Things were getting too hot in England for the moment. Recent activities by some were giving mercenaries a bad name, and since that was the occupation of Grimbold Theoman he was considering moving on.

Firing up the laptop, one of the incongruities that were obvious in the room and linking it to a mobile phone the tall athletic looking merc started to scan the wanted ads.

"Hmm that looks interesting, Florence and then the colonies, two needed too. Well I think I know someone else who might be interested."
This was the ad that attracted his attention
"Looking for two Mercenaries to escort a small group to the colonies. Please contact Svetlana in Florence, Italy with your fees."
"Well I had better send an e-mail to this Svetlana in Florence and contact Alan, it sounds like his sort of job."
One short phone call later and Alan was on board assuming the payment was appropriate. Now for an e-mail to the contact.
"Svetlana, I see you are looking for an escort to the colonies I am in a possition to offer my services and that of a colleague, Alan Johnson. The fee will depend on the number of your party. We are able to meet with you in Florence in one day to finalize travel details if that is agreeable to you.
Regards;
Grimbold Theoman"

Having sent the e-mail he set about making travel plans for two to Florence. It was not easy at such short notice but with most things throwing enough money at the problem soon overcame the last objections and had the benefit of a private flight out. Next was packing, this was done with almost military precision and remarkable speed. The last thing he did before throwing his long leather jacket on was to set the phone to recieve e-mail. Then collecting his bags the mercenary left the bedsit and went to meet his friend and colleague.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Svetlana_Popova on Sun Apr 09, 2006 1:49 am

Mr. Theoman,

I will meet with you tomorrow at 1pm at the Lame Duck.

Svetlana

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:28 am

The reply came through soon after Grimbold had left the house in which his bedsit was located. Glancing at it quickly he flipped the phone to com mode and called his partner.
"Alan, It's Grim. We have a meeting with the contact in Florence tomorrow at 1pm. Can you meet me at Heathrow later this afternoon ready to travel?"
Grimbold listened to the phone for a moment then:
"Ok that's no problem the plane is organised."
A short walk through the streets of north London took Grimbold to the lock up garage where his car was stored, he had always considered the old Aston Martin DB5 as one of his most prized possessions and keeping the thing on the road was more and more challenging. Dropping into the cool black leather interior had its usual calming effect and the instant response from the four litre straight six when he pressed the starter was another tonic.
"It's a shame we can't take you to florence but there isn't time to drive."He mused to himself. Driving carefully out onto the road he headed off about London on a few errands before taking the M4 then the A30 out to Heathrow Airport.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:40 pm

Driving to the long stay carpark Grimbold stopped at the kiosk and asked for a specific attendant, someone he could trust with his vintage car.
"John, it's been a long time but I need you to look after the DB5 again, I am not sure how long for but the usual terms will be acceptable I trust"
On receiving assent Grimbold took his bags from the car and handed over the keys to the attendant who drove the vehicle away into the semi dark where at the back of the normal car park were a handfull of special lock up garages.
Shouldering his holdall and taking the suitcase he turned and walked to the airport main entrance. The mercenary presented himself at the VIP desk and was whisked through the check in for his flight.

"I am expecting a companion for the flight, Mr Johnson, has he arrived yet?"
"Yes sir he is waiting for you in the private departure lounge. The flight will be leaving as soon as you are both aboard. An attendant will be here to show the way in a moment. Have a good flight, sir."
"Thank you"
Grimbold followed the official to the lounge, it was a cut above the normal departure areas. Though the lounge was not what interested him at the moment, the only other occupant of the large room was a short stocky man dressed in brown shirt, black pants and jacket. Grimbold walked softly across the room.
"You will need to be quieter than that to catch me unawares, Grim." Alan's voice was deep and gruff, a good match to his appearance and demeanour. Short and broad he was younger than Grimbold but looked somehow more worn.

"I don't think I will ever be quite quiet enough to catch you my friend. It's been a while you look well."
Just then a cough came from the exit. A flight attendant was standing by the door.
"Your flight is ready to board now, gentlemen. If you would like to follow me."
Alan stood and Grimbold gestured him to lead. They followed the attendant out on to the apron. A small private jet sat on the tarmac with its engines idling. The hostess stopped at the foot of the ladder and the two mercenaries climbed aboard.
Stowing their baggage at the back of the aircraft they went forward into the luxury cabin. Alan looked about, and turned back to his friend.
"Who is paying for all this, we don't usually get this level of opulence?"

"At the moment I am we are in rather a hurry to get to Florence so I felt it was worth a little extra expense. Just this once, don't get used to it we will be back on scheduled flights next time."
Grimbold sat down in one of the leather seats, it was remarkably comfortable, fleetingly he thought he could get used to this.
"I would enjoy it while you can things are going to get hot further up the road L1 is not a quiet holiday destination just now."
Alan sat down too. The hostess offered them drinks Alan had his usual whisky Grim took a green tea. They settled back and waited for the flight to take off.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Grimbold Theoman on Sun Apr 09, 2006 5:02 pm

The flight was to take a little over three hours. They should get into Florence at just after 19:30 local time. Grimbold spent a little time finding a hotel and booking a couple of rooms, then to find the Lame Duck. After that he dozed in the comfortable cabin. Waiting was not something he found easy to do and the forced inactivity of the flight rankled.
Waking an hour before arrival time and finding Alan asleep he ran through the limited Italian that he knew, Grim knew he should have gone on a refresher course, but then there was always something else that needed doing. Still it fiklled the last hour of the flight and would be useful.

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