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Post by valekin on Jul 2, 2007 18:22:12 GMT -8
(This thread is closed off. Only Chi may respond to it. Thanks.)
In the snobbishly rich section of Los Angeles, there was a restaurant that the Elite dined at. It was called the Cameo, all sorts of Hollywood stars dined there. And so did a Mr. Kaluskov apparently. The mission was to leave the vial of brimstone with the host. Whose name was Jean. Really it was John, but he was acting French, because he thought it was classy.
As opposed to the waiter Pierre who really was French.
All sorts of high rollers came through here. They went in and out of those doors, enjoying the lovely valet parking, the coat check, and astounding service. A teenager would look very out of place. And he spotted one, a young Asian teen female. Probably still in high school. She looked very out of place.
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Post by chihiro on Jul 3, 2007 15:44:27 GMT -8
Now, what to hid this bag in and not look suspicious in a restaurant? Certainly not a backpack, so Chi settled with a purse large enough to fit the bag and its vial in comfortably. The restaurant that Mr. King had instructed her to meet this 'Mr. Kaluskov' was pretty ritzy. Fine dining tables, crystal champagne glasses, there were even valets at the large glass doors!
"Jeez.." Chi muttered under her breath, smiling sheepishly at the valets in their jackets and tuna-can shaped hats. Now, she didn't actually have to find Mr. Kaluskov, just leave the parcel at the host's podium. And it was less than 20 feet in front of her. Simple, no? Inhale, exhale, ballet slippered feet stepped forward..
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Post by valekin on Jul 3, 2007 16:37:56 GMT -8
"Do you have a reservation mademoiselle?"
Jean asked, hoping to turn the kid away at the door. He didn't want any riff raff in his restaurant. He got to choose who got in, and who didn't. And if they weren't on the list, they didn't get in. And if they insisted, he had them thrown out. After all, this was a place where the stars dined, and plenty of loonies liked to show up and disturb things. Hoping to get that picture of what'ser face. Or that autograph, or that juicy shot of whoditis.
The Host twisted his mustache and hoped he wouldn't have to admit her, as Mr. Kaluskov's guest. God forbid she was Mr. Kaluskov's guest, and not just a curious, out of place kid.
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Post by chihiro on Jul 3, 2007 17:34:35 GMT -8
"I'm not here to eat actually.." Nice way to start, as if that didn't have 'Throw me out now!' written all over it. Chi shifted uncomfortably, her right arm (over which her purse was hooked) clamped down on the purse while her left hand rested loose but present on the strap in front of her.
"I have something I'm suppos-, I would like to leave for a Mr. Kaluskov?" This was too easy. Too damn easy. Her guard was up, and her peripheral vision sharp, should knives suddenly fly at her head or something. For someone as dangerous and fatal as Valekin, his assignments seem to be pretty cut-and-dry. But nothing is ever as it seems, it is?
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Post by valekin on Jul 5, 2007 12:59:07 GMT -8
"Ah, you're leaving -that- for him. You may have a table if you wish, he left something for you on the table and the meal, would be free."
Jean said to his own dismay. He hated Mr. Kaluskov's guests, and his methods. Once the Serb had actually hurt one of the other patrons, and upon the threat of being thrown out, nearly bought the restaurant, and killed all the staff to be replaced by his own. Jean, did not want to invoke his wrath.
"Mr. Kaluskov requested that you, at the least, leave with the envelope, if you don't accept his hospitalities and eat. He said he'd understand if you didn't."
He was reading from a notepad, and had conveyed the message completely. He had done what he was supposed to do. Now it was her choice.
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Post by chihiro on Jul 6, 2007 19:11:15 GMT -8
Mr. King had said nothing about staying...should she dare eat? This man didn't appear pleased to see her, or to be doing what he was doing. But perhaps the test was that something unpleasant would happen should she refuse. See how something so simple could have so many dangerous variables? Damnit.
"Of course. Not a problem." Chi replied with ease, giving a nod of her head. Inside, her mind was spinning. Her eyes were alert and scanning discretely for anything unusual. Now for him to lead the way..Chi held onto her purse with a firmer hand.
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Post by valekin on Jul 6, 2007 20:01:35 GMT -8
"Very well."
Jean lead her to the table aforementioned. It was set for one, the usual silverware and linens. A candle, just like all the other tables. Though there was an item on this table that was not on all the other tables. An envelope. It would belong to her. Jean didn't like the idea of Mr. Kaluskov bringing his friends into his restaurant. It brought down the status of the place.
But he'd tolerate it.
"Would you be staying for a meal? Or should I have this table prepared for someone else?"
A slip of paper inside the envelope would instruct for her to leave the bag with Jean. Not at the table. God forbid the vial fell into the wrong hands. It could turn everything upside down. Everything that they worked so hard to accomplish would be all for naught.
Miss Amuri,
I hope you find the hospitality welcoming, if not, I don't mind it. Inside this envelope you will find your first payment. A nice lump sum of ten thousand American dollars. I hope you are satisfied with it, if not. Let me know and I will adjust it accordingly. You may wonder about what you are doing; but it is for a good cause. Several of your classmates are addicted to the drug known as Brimstone Delta. A harmful narcotic that is a means of control on the school system. Your teacher, our mutual contact, Mr. Jason King, has been working hard to undermine the drug dealing within the school. These kids need his help, and your help. If anyone finds out about what is going on, about your employment status, and about what we are trying to do, those students will never get the help they need.
You are to keep the nature of your employment, and the fact that you are employed, under complete secrecy. Not a soul is to be told about it. You will be informed over who you can trust, do not judge for yourself.
Baron Valekin Von Kaluskov XII
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Post by chihiro on Jul 6, 2007 20:14:52 GMT -8
Chi reached for the envelope on the table, easily sliding her finger to open the envelope and removing the letter, eyeing but keeping her hand closed over the money inside. Perhaps it would tell her what to do next. It was relatively lengthy, and she quickly glanced over the writing. A mention of brimstone, her payment, nothing about accepting a meal. Her eyes widened as she reached the bottom where a name was signed. It wasn't just a Mr. Kaluskov she had come to meet, it was Valekin. That was his last name. Had she just gone into circles? No, she was to leave the bag with Jean.
Removing the bag from her purse and replacing it with the envelope, she placed the bag into the host's hands. "No, thank you, that won't be necessary. See that Mr. Valekin gets this." Chi wasn't feeling all that hungry at the moment, in fact, she felt the need to find out more about this Mister Valekin Kaluskov, and his secret purpose.
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Post by valekin on Jul 7, 2007 13:00:03 GMT -8
"Yes Ma'am, I will see that Mr. Kaluskov gets this. I trust you can find your way out."
Jean left with the little pouch, and went into the back towards the kitchen to give it to the waiter Pierre, who always waited on Valekin, no matter where the man sat. First of all because Pierre could put up with Valekin, and they both spoke French. Which held some common ground between them. Whatever the rich man was up to, it had gotten pretty complicated it seems.
"Now there are high school students involved?"
He said to himself in a low whisper, on his way back from the kitchen, towards the front podium. He expected the girl to be gone by the time he got there though. As it sounded like she declined the meal. Oh well, it's not every day you get to dine with the elite!
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