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Drulovic's House

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A brownstone on the corner of Luna and Liber, the home is decidedly modest compared to its neighbors. It boasts well-tended azalea bushes beside the three stairs leading to the wooden door with a bronze, old-fashioned knocker. There is no doorbell. Inside, there is a welcome mat and a series of black and white photographs on the walls, interrupted only by one color picture. In the main entryway, there are stairs leading upstairs, a dining room to the left, and a living room to the right. Each are full of antique furniture and decorations. In the living room, there is an enormous icon of Christ crucified, a piano, and an old couch.

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A brownstone on the corner of Luna and Liber, the home is decidedly modest compared to its neighbors. It boasts well-tended azalea bushes beside the three stairs leading to the wooden door with a bronze, old-fashioned knocker. There is no doorbell. Inside, there is a welcome mat and a series of black and white photographs on the walls, interrupted only by one color picture. In the main entryway, there are stairs leading upstairs, a dining room to the left, and a living room to the right. Each are full of antique furniture and decorations. In the living room, there is an enormous icon of Christ crucified, a piano, and an old couch.
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Drulovic's House

A brownstone on the corner of Luna and Liber, the home is decidedly modest compared to its neighbors. It boasts well-tended azalea bushes beside the three stairs leading to the wooden door with a bronze, old-fashioned knocker. There is no doorbell. Inside, there is a welcome mat and a series of black and white photographs on the walls, interrupted only by one color picture. In the main entryway, there are stairs leading upstairs, a dining room to the left, and a living room to the right. Each are full of antique furniture and decorations. In the living room, there is an enormous icon of Christ crucified, a piano, and an old couch.

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Drulovic's House is a part of Luna Street.

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Joachim Friedman [16] His hands moved in his lap, lacing and unlacing eachother. "It is a horrible feeling, having a day off."
Chiyoye Stardusk [0] a tall, dragon based human with pure black eyes and scales that can withstand the sun
Lennox [0] So wear your poker face, hands to the fool, hands to the thief; fiction is bitter and you got a taste.
Alexander Irons [0] "Save your cowardice, we got a battle to win!"
Sayuri [0] I AM not witch

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Drulović rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't flatter me, Mr. Marshall. I look terrible." She returned to the kitchen, balancing the plates with the bowls of soups with a combination of her hands and elbow nooks. "Mr. Plishkin is quite an unpleasant fellow, not at all the sort of man around whom I like to spend my time. I trust you enjoyed your tour of the Reverence? I do hate space travel myself," she said, setting the plates carefully on the table. "It's rather unnatural."

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"Well I can't say I'm fond it myself, Director," Austin mused, "though it beats taking the public bus." He took a short spoonful of soup, followed by a cup of tea. "Were you up to anything directly after your alteration? Any more visits from George?"

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"Pfft," said Drulović, rolling her eyes. "I haven't seen Mr. Montgomery in quite some time, although I can't say I'm all that disappointed. His mother obviously never taught him any manners. He never quite learned how to knock..." She reached for her cup of tea, taking a good long sip. "I've not had much interesting, Mr. Marshall, as meetings with Mr. Cranford are inevitably as interesting as first-year chemistry at the university. I imagine you've felt quite the same in certain situations, no?"

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"More or less," Austin smiled after another spoonfull, "although I doubt Cranford puts a bowl of home-made soup in front of you before your meetings." Austin took a sip of tea, mustering a more grave tone as he approached a darker topic. "I also understand you were...kidnapped. I was distraught to hear of it when I did."

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Drulović frowned, setting her cup of tea down on the table. "Yes, it seems Mr. Fazekas made the news again... Although it wasn't just me, Mr. Marshall," said Drulović, returning her gaze to Austin. "Three of the twenty passed on. Mr. Dobrovich, Mr. Fereydoun, Ms. Ramirez... Ms. Ramirez you may have met before. She worked for our colleagues at the National Police Agency."

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"Perhaps. If so I'm afraid I don't recall," Austin half-murmured, "the whole thing is tragic. What those men did to our Terrans was just...evil. Completely and totally." There was no disguising the obvious disdain in Austin's voice. Once again, regrets flooded his mind. If only he hadn't been absent...perhaps he could have done something. Prevented it from ever happening. Logic told him he would have probably ended up dead, but the fact remained: Austin hadn't been there.

"Terra's on the brink of war as it is, no? I imagine the politicians didn't exactly like the idea of three of our citizens being crucified."

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"Mr. Fazekas already declared war, Mr. Marshall," replied Drulović, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Ten of us were crucified... Seven survived. The funerals were yesterday. Ms. Ramirez's father seemed more upset than any of the others. I offered him my condolences, but I'm afraid he was not particularly accepting." Visible in the shadow of her jaw was a nasty, dark bruise that could only be seen at the right angle. She sipped at her tea and then reached for a fork, eyeing the lamb on her plate.

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"I see," Austin hadn't eaten throughout the whole ordeal, "well for what it was, I'm glad it's over with. It's awful what happened to our fellow Terrans, but I'm certainly glad that you made it out alright, Director." THe agent took a sip of his tea, letting the intricate arabic flavors dispel some of his previous aggression. God this was good stuff. Almost made Austin wish he knew how to cook. Or boil water, for that matter...

"Oh, and another thing," Austin said after a bite of soup, "...I couldn't help but glance over a few documents. Did 'Marlene Angel' apply for a...a job? With us Terrans? The TNG?"

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"With the National Police Agency, yes," replied Drulović, "and Mr. Mulavi, Mr. Lebrun's temporary replacement, chose to interview her personally... He sent me an audiotape of the interview. It's actually quite interesting, and in Ms. Angel's official file, though I don't recall if you have clearance to listen to that... You've met Ms. Angel, yes, Mr. Marshall?" Drulović took a bite of lamb.

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"Not personally, actually," Austin confessed, "though I've heard quite a bit about her. She's got a considerable reputation on Terra. After all..." Austin raised an eyebrow, "...she hasn't always been 'on our side'."

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"Very few truly are, Mr. Marshall," said Drulović between bites of lamb. "You? Hmph. Yes, you I trust. I imagine you find it hard to believe that Ms. Angel wishes to work for our government. She's the one who came to rescue me from Hadante, in fact, although I'd appreciate if you didn't share that particular detail with the press." There was a considerable amount of disgust in her voice when she referenced journalists.

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"Be as it may, Ms. Angel's track record is far from perfect," Austin pressed, "she's taken many Terran citizens into Aschen custody... executed some of them even. There have been reports of her torturing Terran men and women, some of them publicly. She also stood idly by while -her- people cut the population of our world in half."

Austin digressed, allowing himself another cup of tea. "Truth be told, Director, I'm not fond of the idea of having Marlene Angel involved in Terran affairs. She's a femme fatale, and I doubt if she can be trusted with any position in the TNG."

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For the longest time, Drulović did not say anything, only watching Austin with a most curious look that suggested an entire array of emotions. "So few of us have the distinction of perfection, Mr. Marshall," murmured the Director. "I don't imagine you've been placed in a situation where you've had to do things you never dreamed you would do... In any case, Mr. Marshall," she said, sighing, and returning to her usual tone, "I don't make Mr. Mulavi's hiring decisions, Mr. Marshall," said Drulović with a small frown. "I only make that decision for those who seek a position with the Bureau." She sipped at her tea, savoring the mint-tinged Arabic liquid.

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"I understand," Austin nodded, "...and of course I'll respect any descision made by Mr. Mulavi. I suppose it was a bit out of my place to speak as I did." Austin returned again to his soup, taking several mouthfuls this time.

"Those are all the big happenings, no?" Austin asked, "am I missing anything? Those were by biggest concerns, I suppose."

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Drulović set her cup of tea back on its saucer. "Here, yes," she replied, "but you may wish to know that there is currently an armed effort to subjugate the Tauron prefecture on Langara... If it succeeds, the Caprican government may seek to reunite the Aschen Confederation." She reached for her fork, taking another bite of lamb. After swallowing, she spoke again. "It's cold in here, Mr. Marshall... I've noticed lately that I seem cold in most places. Even outside, and it's not yet the end of summer. Sometimes I worry."

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"Director?" Austin asked curiously, "are you sick, perhaps? The temperature seems fine to me. Maybe I'm just not noticing it." Well, wasn't that just a strange thing for Drulovic to say. Why would she feel compelled to tell him something so...obscure?

"And the Confederation might get back together? That's interesting," Austin smirked, taking another sip of tea.

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"Oh, I suppose it's nothing after all," Drulović said. She looked past Austin to the row of pictures hanging in the hall. She brought her fingers to her lips and chuckled softly. "Did I ever tell you where I found my family pictures?" she asked, her brows furrowing as she stared at the wedding photo of her parents. Drulović suddenly looked very small in her chair in the dining room.

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Austin Marshal looked onward at the various pictures, recognizing many of them. "You told me about the story behind many of them, but you never told me you -found- them." Austin's eyes flickered from photograph to photograph, remembering that day not long after Drulovic's divorce when they had put them up together.

"How did you find them?" he asked, finishing off her tea with a final sip.

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Drulović offered a small smile again, an expression as typical and normal for the Director as the twitch of an eye might have been to another. She swallowed the last of her tea and set the teacup in its saucer, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed it there. "In different places, actually, Mr. Marshall," she answered, eyeing the black and white image of a schoolgirl with Drulović's face. "That one, I found in the CIA's files. They kept copies of photos taken at Ellis Island, a secret program to counter the influence of foreign Marxists..." Drulović tapped her fingers idly on the table for a moment, leaning back in her seat.

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"CIA Files? Well I suppose you've got all kinds of connections, Director," Austin mused quietly, admiring the photograph as he spoke, "...although I hope the rest weren't so difficult to find." Austin's eyes shifted to more of the photographs arranged about the house, particularly those of a 'less-pleasant' nature. It was almost a bit eerie... the Drulovic in some of the photographs didn't look too different from the one sitting across from him now.

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"I looked through the files when I was still with the CIA, Mr. Marshall," said Drulović, rubbing her jaw. "With the aftermath of September 11, I imagine my superiors weren't particularly concerned about the contents of 1950s era photos from Ellis Island..." She trailed off, turning to the photograph of herself in the black graduate's robes. "That one, naturally, I found in the offices of my law school. Not too far away from Langley, actually." Drulović's gaze turned toward the photos of her grandmother, the younger portrait and the bridal portrait. "Sladjana's pictures, Mr. Marshall, I found trampled on the floor of her house in Belgrade after Jasenovac. The looters took the jewelry, the furniture... Destroyed the icon of Saint Sava and most of the pictures in the house. But those two were still there."

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Austin Marshal nodded gravely, his eyes shifting to each photograph as they were adressed. Even the way she had collected them told something about her past. "Geez..." Austin murmured under an exhale, "I guess you're lucky to have what you managed to salvage. These pictures must be worth their weight in gold to you." The Agent's hands reached briefly to numbly grasp his spoon before returning it back into the empty bowl. He wondered if there were any salvaged pictures of his own brother, Eddie, back at their old house. He wondered if they had even taken any pictures together.

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Drulović nodded toward Austin, her eyes alighting on his face. "Do you keep family pictures, Mr. Marshall? I imagine most people do." She slumped slightly to one side in her seat, although she maintained her gaze on the young agent's face. "I always thought of wealthy families as having one important luxury better than any other -- the luxury of pictures of every day in the life of the family. And today, with all this... technology," Drulović added, looking a little distraught with that word, "it seems easier to take pictures and keep them."

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Austin Marshal smiled sheepishly, looking down towards his empty tea-cup as if slightly embarrassed, "Ah, mine was never a wealthy family, Director. We never took many pictures. My mother was in my life for only a short time before she died of a disease." The agent paused, bringing the memory back with obvious caution. "...syphilis, I think. My brother, eighteen at the time, raised me afterwards. We lived in one of the poorer parts of the Wing, so it wasn't easy." A small twinge of pain flashed across Austin's face as he remembered his brother.

But just as soon, the same boyish grin etched across Austin's jaw, quickly masking any previous vulnerability, "But we loved eachother to death. Nothing was too hard with Eddie around."