WeaselThor
The Thundering Mustelid
New York City, Manhattan island, 8:39pm.
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A long limousine cruising down Main Street normally wouldn’t stand out very much, plenty of rich people travel in such ways, however in this case plenty of attention was on the car wether notable or not. Several small quad copter drones created a parameter of nearly a city block, small cameras keeping eyes on what would be blind spots. The limo itself was heavily armored, likely only rivaled by the presidents limo known as “the beast”. As if all that was not enough, inside of this fancy stretched out tank Sat four armed agents, their weapons and equipment looking alien by dent of how advanced they actually were. The Woman sitting in the seat between the two agents however was by far the most dangerous of the entourage. Being a politician with deep ties to the Hidden Kabal a single word from this woman could level a town. Yet despite having a speech less than two hours ago, one that went swimmingly mind you, this woman was very clearly not happy.
“How…How in the bloody hell was he there. He was supposed to be out of my hair, now he is back and worse he seems to know who I am…which again I ask HOW.” The Agents on either side of her said nothing instead looking out the windows, the other two made a point to refrain from looking up from the tablets in their laps. They were monitoring the footage of the drones, yet a voice from the monitor opposite of the woman did not seem anywhere near as concerned. “Relax Minerva…First off, if that actually was him that doesn’t mean it’s a problem, he didn’t attack you did he? So obviously he doesn’t know who you are yet. If you go tearing up the town looking for that scumbag all your gonna do is draw attention…besides we already have our solution right? How much longer til your out of the city?” When the voices finished Minerva shifted her eyes to one of the agents who promptly looked at his watch… “We’ve got about a half hour left until we cross the bridge ma’am.” The agent said quickly before resuming his window watching. “See Minerva…everything is in place and if HE is actually here, he will get caught up in the snare as well and we can get two birds with one stone…Speaking of which, your sure there is a back door here right? We’re looking at nearly a trillion in expenditures here. I don’t want it to be a bust.” The woman finally sighed seeming to give up on her anger. “Of course I’m sure Hugh, I extracted the info myself.” she seemed to think to herself for a bit almost missing the reply. “Alright, wonderful then. You have until 9:30 to vacate the perimeter, We’re dropping the snare.” With a huff the woman fell silent, the monitor turned off and the car continued its route towards the Brooklyn bridge.
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Axel Chillies
Axel reread the hastily scrawled note on the napkin which was near the point of deteriorating. The handwriting would’ve been hard to read if it weren’t his own and for a brief moment he felt like a fool. Sure Jersey wasn’t that far from Manhattan but still here he was in a whole other city looking for a stranger he had never seen before to have a meeting that was thrust upon him from an anonymous internet pop-up. He would’ve called himself crazy if not for the circumstances surrounding the odd message. The one who sent it seemed to know who he was, and they offered him something he had been wanting for eleven years now. “Come and meet me in Central Park near the big rock at 9:30pm on Thursday and I’ll tell you why you woke up in Haiti.” He began to once again feel stupid as he read the message for the third time in a row. “Pretty sure I’m about to walk into some sort of scam or trap…” he muttered to himself. Before remembering where he was and apologizing to the cute waitress who was patiently staring at him with a look of concern. “Oh man I’m sorry, I blanked out there…if you have any Dos Equis I’ll have one of those and…A Plain Cheese pizza with extra sauce please.” he punctuated the sentence with a smile as he handed the menu back and settled in his booth. “A little under an hour left…might as well enjoy it.” he said as he gazed out the floor to ceiling windows at the park, he couldn’t quite understand why, but even though he was 90% sure he was about to be in danger, all he felt was calm…but was it the calm before the storm? Only time would tell.