Post #1618829 in Branded: What if?, a roleplay on RPG

Brantley Meadors
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Brantley ran his fingers through his hair, watching the pilot do his pre-flight checks; a woman stood by his side, her light blonde hair whipping in the wind. The engine roared and the two of them boarded, greeted by a slightly shabby interior and four seats, one already occupied by a drink sipping agent.

"Only where the red fern grows? Really?" The agent smirked.

"That's the code they gave me." Brantley replied, putting his back pack and duffel bag behind his seat and grabbing a drink from the container in the back, unscrewing the top and taking a sip.

The woman put her purse beneath her seat and set her backpack next to Brantley's before taking a seat. She nodded to the agent and picked at a button on her shirt.

The pilot came over the speaker, "We'll be taking off shortly, please buckle up."

The three of them buckled up at roughly the same time. With a few moments of just sitting there, they took off into the sky, the plane pointed towards America.
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Lindsey Macher
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Lindsey applied her lipstick liberally as she walked down the street. She knew the red would be just what she needed to attract the senator. Earlier she had set up the lunch date with him, eager to speak with him about business, and maybe just a little more. Senator Daniel Brewster awaited her at a table in a swanky new restaurant in D.C. The table lay in a corner, shadowed by the walls and made darker by the restaurant's apart aversion to light.

"Senator, it's a pleasure." She gripped her purse and smoothed her skirt down as she stepped next to the empty seat. "May I sit down?"

"Of course. And the pleasure's all mine." He motioned towards the seat, a smile on his face.

She took the seat and returned the smile. "Have you ordered yet?"

He nodded, "Yes, I got you something special; I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will, senator."

"Please, call me Daniel."

She laughed, "Alright, Daniel." His name rolled off her tongue playfully. "Sadly, Daniel, we do have business to discuss before we can get to the... other points of discussion."

"I guess we do."

"Now, I was recently called into the CIA building here to have a dialogue with a few of the agents. You do know what I do, correct?"

A waiter approached and put down two plates of food, a large fish and an equally large amount of steak. The senator waited till he left to reply, "You're a digger, are you not?" He cut into the steak with little difficulty, taking a bite.

"Yes, I am. I haven't been called that in a while, though." She gingerly pulled a bit off of her fish and ate it quietly. "I called you because one of the agents I'm investigating is calling you out." She took another bite.

The senator put his utensils down and looked at her, "Calling me out?" He paused and took a sip of his drink. "For what?"

She continued to daintily eat her fish, as was proper, before replying, "Bribes."

He went back to his steak, "I would never... To think that someone would..." He paused again and looked at her.

She let out a small laugh, "I'm not saying you did. He's going to testify against you in order to get immunity from his own bribery charges."

"Why would you tell me this?"

With a smile, she replied, "Because you need to be prepared. This will be a big hit for you. The charges will pass through within the week and a warrant will go out a few days after that." She sat back and sipped her water, watching him.

"Well, thank you. Thank you very much... This will be very difficult to handle, but that gives me quite a lot of help..."

She sighed, "That's not the only agent that's squealing, though. There was a second agent who said you were responsible for the recent death of a KGB agent who had been doing the bribing." She paused. "Allegedly."

The senator loosened his tie and eyed her, "Dirovich."

A nod was all she gave, her face staying straight.

"Well that adds a bit to it all." He took a bite from his steak and took a similar position to Lindsey.

She cracked a smile, "It does. Now, senator, on another note, I heard you recently separated from your second wife."

He nodded slowly.

"My apologizes, Daniel." Her eyes danced with devilish intent.

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Lindsey found herself in a hotel room, with the senator in the bathroom. She grabbed her purse and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs, awaiting him while sitting on the bed. He stepped out of the bathroom and grinned. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Moments later Lindsey had him hand cuffed to the bed, still grinning like a fool. "Senator, I must say, this has been an enjoyable evening." She ripped off his tie and button down, revealing his chest.

She reached towards her thigh, underneath her dress, and produced one of her many knives. She ran the blunt side from his sternum to his belly button. His eyes widened and he breathed in to unleash a scream before she crammed a piece of cloth into his mouth.

"Now, Senator, Interpol has been doing a lot of digging and we've done a good job of finding everything we need out." She flipped it over made a small cut on his abdomen. He let out a muffled scream. "And we've found that you have been linked in a very big way to people you should not be dealing with. Very, very..." She paused and made another cut, "Dangerous people. We just don't think you should be associated with such people any more. Sadly you're a little to far in to find your way out. I'm glad you had an enjoyable dinner."

She pulled the knife and up and then plunged it into his chest, leaving it there as the light left his eyes. She jumped up and began the wipe down of the room with her cleaning supplies. Within minutes she was gone, any trace of her wiped from the room.

Snippet #1618829

located in 1968, a part of Branded: What if?, one of the many universes on RPG.

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