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by Rache on Mon Mar 26, 2007 5:24 pm
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Rache stood over the corpse of Vlad, smirking as he wiped his gun clean and placed it in the dead man's hand.
He could imagine the newspapers tomorrow, headtitles screaming 'Important Russian Diplomat Commits Suicide!' and never suspecting a murder.
Licking his dry lips, Rache turned and left the room, dialing a number on his phone quickly.
He held it up to his ear, hearing the rings, and, as soon as the person picked up, spat, "Cole?"
"Rache, sir? Do you need something?"
"Get me a plane to Berlin."
"Using your real name?"
"No. Use the American one. I have the passport. You know, Joshua Valentine?"
His 'secretary' let her smile fall over into her voice, "Okay. I've got it. So, Joshua, what's your reason to go to Berlin?"
Rache was exiting the hotel, stalking quickly down the snow-covered street and hailing a taxi, "The EDA has something for me."
"Well... you've got a new contact here. Should I send the phone over, too?"
Rache fumed as he entered a green ugly taxi. To the driver, he barked roughly in German, "Zum Flughafen! Jetzt! Und wenn du mich dort in dreißig Minuten erhältst, verdoppele ich deinen Fahrpreis!"
To the airport! Now! And if you get me there in thirty minutes, I'll double your fare!
The taxi driver nodded and pulled out quickly into the street.
Returning to his call, Rache grated venomously, "Sure. I was hoping for some free time, but I guess I won't be having any, between the EDA and this new contact. What's his name?"
"The contact didn't leave a name. But he left a target."
Rache groaned, rubbing his head, "Who? Some big time movie star, let me guess?"
"Yeah."
"Call him, tell him 'No'. That's too much publicity for right now, and I have a federal deal, okay?"
"Yes, sir. I'll do it."
Pursing his lips, Rache narrowed his eyes, "Is it snowing there?"
"Yes, and about that. Can we move to somewhere... less tainted?"
"Tainted?"
"It was a cursed concentration camp, Rache! You know how I feel about that!"
Rache rolled his eyes, "I like the peace and quiet. No one goes there anyways."
The phone clicked off, and Rache stared at it, pissed. Cole was always doing that to him. Maybe it was time to find a new secretary...
Course, if he did, he'd have to kill her to protect his secrets.
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