09-21-2009, 06:10 AM
Michal watched all the little people walk bellow him, so unaware, so clue less. Of course, he was a pigeon at the time, but his point was valid, and from way up high they were little people. He fluttered off his perch and landed in an alley bellow him. Transforming between two dumpsters, he smiled as his quarry walked deeper and deeper into the alley, sure he had cleared it before he came in. And then there was Michal and he gasped before grinning. Tossing a brown package on the ground, he turned and left.
The man was Doniven Hasvaster, AKA, Doni the Hell Raisers. Wanted in nearly every country and organization for arson of some sort, Doni was a wanted man, and so to stay alive he had to make deals. A simple exchange solved his problem, and gained Michal two new very useful assets. The first was the brown package. Inside were all the remaining files from the bureau of tactical secrets in Russia, a building so top secret that all its files were on paper and no copies were ever made. It was also one of the many buildings Doni had brunt to the ground, and so whatever was in the box, even if it was just reports of how many times employees went to the bathroom, was nearly priceless.
The second had to do with Doni's half of the exchange. For the papers, Michal got Doni a new face and identity so that he could continue to live and eventually operate without having a gun barrel at the back of his head the instant he took a piss in a public restroom. Doni, now a black man by the name of Greg Thomson, had agreed to hand over the files in exchange for a new identity complete with a doctor willing to change his face and not give away his secret. That was surprisingly easy to provide, since even though the Doctor swore never to tell a soul about Doni's new face, Michal had still killed him in the end to seal the deal.
Now only Michal knew the true identity and location of Doni the Hell Raiser, and that was worth even more then the papers...if he sold the info to the right person. But for now Doni was free, and Michal was that much richer. He picked up the brown bag tenderly and checked it for ticking. Nothing. Its weight was about right, and, after extending his hand from all the way to other side of the alley, opened it and found everything in order.
Michal, if you needed something, he had it, and if you needed to know something, he already knew it. Wanted as much as he was prized, every contract had to be thoroughly inspected before he would even think about going through with it. That was his life, his gift, and he loved it.
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A loud knock on Krad's door would wake him up if he was not already. Outside was a large man holding a sack. A hunter that Krad had invested in months ago, bit had never heard from. The chances of him catching anything were slim, and his price was high in the beginning, but Krad had just hit the Slaver equivalent of the lottery. For in this hunter's hands he held a small, frail figure, her hands were chained behind her back, her angles tied together, her mouth gagged and a black bag pulled over her head.
He took her roughly and placed her before Krad and removed the bag. Sarah whimpered and squinted her eyes in the blinding light before she looked up at Krad with frightened eyes. Her skin was tan but smooth and soft, her bust was perfectly large and her figure impeccable. Large, beautiful yellow eyes looked into his own, and her pretty, gagged face was framed with soft white hair. Even as a human she would have brought in tons of money for the young slave traders, but she was more.
She was an elf. Her pointed ears were worth almost more than all her other features combined, if not more. A live, captured elf. She was dressed in only rags that hardly covered her stupendous body and her timid nature was evident in how she shrank away from Krad the moment he neared her, which would make her that much easier to train or just sell. Krad could hit the big times if he played his cards right, since he had, after all, just come into the possession of one of the rarest, and perhaps most beautiful, slaves known to the Grey market.
The man was Doniven Hasvaster, AKA, Doni the Hell Raisers. Wanted in nearly every country and organization for arson of some sort, Doni was a wanted man, and so to stay alive he had to make deals. A simple exchange solved his problem, and gained Michal two new very useful assets. The first was the brown package. Inside were all the remaining files from the bureau of tactical secrets in Russia, a building so top secret that all its files were on paper and no copies were ever made. It was also one of the many buildings Doni had brunt to the ground, and so whatever was in the box, even if it was just reports of how many times employees went to the bathroom, was nearly priceless.
The second had to do with Doni's half of the exchange. For the papers, Michal got Doni a new face and identity so that he could continue to live and eventually operate without having a gun barrel at the back of his head the instant he took a piss in a public restroom. Doni, now a black man by the name of Greg Thomson, had agreed to hand over the files in exchange for a new identity complete with a doctor willing to change his face and not give away his secret. That was surprisingly easy to provide, since even though the Doctor swore never to tell a soul about Doni's new face, Michal had still killed him in the end to seal the deal.
Now only Michal knew the true identity and location of Doni the Hell Raiser, and that was worth even more then the papers...if he sold the info to the right person. But for now Doni was free, and Michal was that much richer. He picked up the brown bag tenderly and checked it for ticking. Nothing. Its weight was about right, and, after extending his hand from all the way to other side of the alley, opened it and found everything in order.
Michal, if you needed something, he had it, and if you needed to know something, he already knew it. Wanted as much as he was prized, every contract had to be thoroughly inspected before he would even think about going through with it. That was his life, his gift, and he loved it.
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A loud knock on Krad's door would wake him up if he was not already. Outside was a large man holding a sack. A hunter that Krad had invested in months ago, bit had never heard from. The chances of him catching anything were slim, and his price was high in the beginning, but Krad had just hit the Slaver equivalent of the lottery. For in this hunter's hands he held a small, frail figure, her hands were chained behind her back, her angles tied together, her mouth gagged and a black bag pulled over her head.
He took her roughly and placed her before Krad and removed the bag. Sarah whimpered and squinted her eyes in the blinding light before she looked up at Krad with frightened eyes. Her skin was tan but smooth and soft, her bust was perfectly large and her figure impeccable. Large, beautiful yellow eyes looked into his own, and her pretty, gagged face was framed with soft white hair. Even as a human she would have brought in tons of money for the young slave traders, but she was more.
She was an elf. Her pointed ears were worth almost more than all her other features combined, if not more. A live, captured elf. She was dressed in only rags that hardly covered her stupendous body and her timid nature was evident in how she shrank away from Krad the moment he neared her, which would make her that much easier to train or just sell. Krad could hit the big times if he played his cards right, since he had, after all, just come into the possession of one of the rarest, and perhaps most beautiful, slaves known to the Grey market.
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