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October 20, 2045.
Dear Anastasius Foch,
This letter will be short as I find nothing more boring than field reports on social gatherings.
Since we arrived at 2000 hours, little had gone on in the way of personalities to arrive or conversations that were had. Kazure arrived under diplomatic pretences at 2045 and began the incessant mingling that makes up such jobs. We had left Shark and Zona at the elevator as the doors were opening for "The Fox." As they opened, a large solo stepped out. His eyes were the chromed over, pupilless kind, and he wore the dress uniform of the Ares Dragoons with the distinctive Dragon and Trident Crescent of the 45th. Another of Shark's old war buddies, Langrotti, was a Silician that was a master with the knife. Next to him was a pettite lady, with dark brunette hair, in a conservative business suit and an attache' case. This was Cassandra Kerensky, daughter of Jamie, who played the part of data assistant. She would be an angel of death to any that tried to hurt her father.
Three steps later, and with two more bodyguards in the room, Jamie and his wife Evalyn walked out. They had been notified that Shark was in the room over radio implant, and turned to greet him as soon as they walked out. Both pairs faced each other and warm smiles, handshakes and introduction were passed around. The group moved off towards a cluster of tables that Ares had taken control of and was followed by Jamie's communications officer William. After a couple more minutes of friendly chatter, Shark felt he was wearing out his welcome with his old employer, and decided to excuse himself. Jamie caught him before he skipped away and asked if Shark would like to speak to him about a job before he left; Shark of couse agreed.
Shark and Zona then moved over to the dance floor and tried a few of the steps that are popular at the moment. Even while holding her close Shark spent at least half of his time looking for threats and disturbances. As it turns out he saw the Universal Military guy inside with a suit on. My attempts at keeping him out were not enough, but Shark played an interesting card and notified his contact at Ares a terrorist was in the building. He then felt true happiness (which he defines as inflicting misery on others) as he watched the Ares Intel boys drag the UM guy off the floor. Shark then returned to his dancing.
Spydr had slipped away for a while and was in the process of confronting Kazure, who had been snooping on her, on and off since they met. This bothers her so she was looking to rectify it. The details of the conversation are unimportant, but Shark noticed her confonting the highly-touted assassin and thought to provide help. Only if it should be necessary mind you, but still he gave it thought. Shark asked Zona to stay with me for a moment and then moved quickly to join Kazure and Spydr before they parted or came to blows. Granted it was not that likely, but he's the parnoid type. Shark arrived just as they were parting and serriptiscously was there for one of Spydr's eppisodes. Spydr collapsed into his arms briefly and thankfully did not have a drink because I do not think Sharkman would have caught it as I was able to. He tried to get an explanation from her but she offered none at the moment. Unsatisfied but not willing to push the issue, Shark acompanied Spydr back to our group.
Kid and Shark began talking shop once he returned. Kid had not left my side since the party began, but now he was forced too. Spydr and I had business, so we left the party floor and travelled fifty floors up to the designated meeting room. Inside were representatives and negotiators from the Russian Corporation, GenTech, ZetaTech, General Mills, Ares, TTI, MVE, and the Arabic Nation. The talks centered around the dismantling of Chicago Electric, but that was not why I was there.
On a side note, during the negotiations Mike called Sharkman and said to call back in the next few days regarding the third phase in the plan.
Back at the meeting, everyone had arrived, except the person I wanted to see. But when she did, I was not disappointed. Ariel Kenna walked in like she owned the world, which she truly believed she did. Ariel wore a stunning black dress which accentuated her figure, with high heels, and suitable jewelery. Her hair was long, white, and worn straight. She had a distinctive tattoo on her face, which stood out to say the least, but added an exotic air to her. When she sat down at the GenTech table, everyone knew the meeting was underway.
The meeting itself was not terribly interesting, but the lead Russian did screw up pretty badly, and Spydr noticed he would be executed by his boss. His boss sat behind him to watch over his underling, but not become directly involved with the proceedings. Once the meeting ended, the Russian's left quickly, the one resigned to his fate. Spydr tried to delay them, to give Shark time to set up an ambush for the way out, but the Russians bulled they way past. Downstairs Shark had said all his good bye's and was out front waiting with Bear and the car to execute the rescue. He and Bear would follow them to Coon Rapids and a Russian part of town, where Shark went into the bar they did. Inside he ordered some Vodka, a big fat cigar, and practiced his Russian on the bartender. His two friends, Boss and Executed, were busily getting drunk. Executed with much more vigor.
By the time they were getting ready to leave, a full half-hour later, Shark was outside with Kid and Spydr. Bear had managed to summon them, drop Zona off at Shark's apartment, and get back to be the get away vehicle. I had arranged other transportation.
Executed started down the stairs from the second floor bar first. Boss was just two steps behind them, and the rickety wood stairs creaked as they made their way down. Spydr was watching the back of the bar, just in case of a surprise. Kid Stealth was around the corner to the front and inbound to the base of the stairs at a perpendicular angle; he used the mass of the building to mask his approach. Shark was underneath the stairs waiting in ambush. Kid Stealth carried two tricked out S&W Auto Pistols; Shark a Colt Carbine and a stunner.
Sincerely,
Richard Raven
Also, 8Y-16-JZ-6M-T8-ED
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