Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Apr 17, 2022 1:44:18 GMT
April 13th, 2022. Unknown Location.
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"Did you get the e-mail?"
A woman asks, as she sits at the same table seen in the previous footage. Opposite the woman who was previously seen here. A slight smile across her face, this woman is all business. She has to be, considering what her and a particular 'somebody' - not going to name names at this point - have planned out.
"I did, and made sure to send a copy of the contract to all relevant parties. Don't worry - there's not a single clause they can use to out this." the second woman replies, before glancing down at the piece of paper in front of her.
A piece of paper that could very well hold the key. That could tie everything into a neat little bow when it comes to the scheme. The machinations that are presently churning. She hums a bit, before returning her attention to the other woman.
"Good. You know what he's like with this sort of thing."
"Yep."
"He also wanted me to ask if you were able to call and ask about the project."
The second woman simply nods her head. Knowing exactly what is being referenced and who to call, even if their name isn't explicitly being stated. Such is the power of understanding just what truly goes on behind the scenes.
"I'll do that tomorrow morning, before I head into the office. Remind me later though." she remarks calmly. "Oh, did he get the voicemail I left on Sunday?"
The first woman nods, vaguely remember being told about it. Even if the person they are speaking about tends not to be great at returning messages or calls. In fact, they really only use their phone out of necessity more than desire. It's just the way they've always been. Old school yet still in tune with modern devices - even if they're not what you would typically consider as 'old'. Softly laughing to herself, the second woman reads the cues on the other woman's face. Understanding the implication.
"Alright. So, it's a go then?" she inquires.
"Yeah. Let them know everything's good on our end and to send the invoice to HQ. I'll let the others know and we'll go from there." is the response she is given.
Making a mental note of it, the woman - who can safely be presumed as being either a lawyer or somebody with legal experience and connections in the field gently runs her hands through her head. Not as much out of stress or frustration as much as sheer thoughtfulness. Focus. Making sure that she makes a note to make the call. Otherwise, she'll probably leave it to the last minute - therefore causing unneeded crunch and pressure. Not just on her side of things, but the other party's side too. Which both sides wish to avoid at all costs. It's simply business, after all.
"Will do." she comments, before looking into the eyes of her friend.
The duo knows full well that this is just biding their time. Tiding them over until the moment arrives and they strike. Until they are called upon to state their, or well, their commander's intentions. Bring about exactly what had previously been promised.
That will all come to pass when the time is right.
It is what they have been working towards.
Exhaling, the first woman allows a soft smile to once more cross her face as the second woman looks down at a piece of paper. One that has been in front of her this entire time, yet not even thought about. Such as their focus been on other things.
"Oh, right ---" she whispers to herself. "That's what I needed to do."
Rising, she looks at her friend/associate and motions towards the door.
"Hey, I'll be back soon. Remembered that I need to do something real quick." She remarks, receiving a nod in return.
"Alright."
Heading off, the second woman stops to look at a picture on the wall. One of what appears to be a suburban area, Lined with houses and with a group of nine people standing in front of one. A picture she remembers being a part of before it was painted. Smiling to herself, she turns and begins to walk away.
"I wish things were that simple. I wish it were that easy..." She thinks to herself.
Sighing, she feels herself slowly turning into business mode. Knowing that she isn't here for pleasure - at least, not at this moment in time. There are things that need to be done and wheels that need to be turned.
She is just there to plant the seeds.
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13th April, 2022. Unknown location.
---
"So, we're doing it."
The voice is that of a male, who is sitting atop a chair. His identity is concealed, yet he appears to be in a good mood. At least, that's how the sound of his voice makes it come across as.
"Soon enough, you will know the purpose. You will see the fruit that is being bared --- but that time is not now."
A soft laugh leaves his lips.
"Don't worry though. Once it is all said and done, you will know -exactly- who called the shots and just what it is that they desire. All I will say is that --- it is something that they never truly lost."
The last part of that statement is said in a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be head. It is then that another male approaches him, placing a folder into his lap before walking off. Heading back to doing whatever it was that he had been doing before. Glancing downward, a sly smirk crosses the seated man's face.
"Good---"
That is all he states, before opening the folder.
"Just as it needs to be."
---
13th April, 2022. Unknown Location.
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The woman from before enters what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. The lights are currently off, and save for the light of a cigarette in the right hand corner of the room, it is pitch black. Her eyes stare in the direction of the light, as she slowly walks in its direction.
"You in here?" she calls out, her words echoing around the building.
Halting her walk, she continues to look around, noticing a figure standing there. Staring light back at her, yet not saying a peep.
"We need to talk ---" she remarks, hoping that it will get an answer from whoever it is.
Yet there is no response. Nothing. Sighing, she approaches the figure.
"Hey," she states. "You okay?"
"Oh, her. Sorry, was just zoned out there." The figure replies. Their voice is gruff and sounds as if they are an older person.
"So, you got it?"
The figure nods, handing the woman a small object.
"There you go," they state. "Everything should be in there."
Smiling, the woman whispers "Thank you," before making her way back to the exit.
This is just the next piece they needed to execute their plan. A plan, that has truly began to take form.
---
"Did you get the e-mail?"
A woman asks, as she sits at the same table seen in the previous footage. Opposite the woman who was previously seen here. A slight smile across her face, this woman is all business. She has to be, considering what her and a particular 'somebody' - not going to name names at this point - have planned out.
"I did, and made sure to send a copy of the contract to all relevant parties. Don't worry - there's not a single clause they can use to out this." the second woman replies, before glancing down at the piece of paper in front of her.
A piece of paper that could very well hold the key. That could tie everything into a neat little bow when it comes to the scheme. The machinations that are presently churning. She hums a bit, before returning her attention to the other woman.
"Good. You know what he's like with this sort of thing."
"Yep."
"He also wanted me to ask if you were able to call and ask about the project."
The second woman simply nods her head. Knowing exactly what is being referenced and who to call, even if their name isn't explicitly being stated. Such is the power of understanding just what truly goes on behind the scenes.
"I'll do that tomorrow morning, before I head into the office. Remind me later though." she remarks calmly. "Oh, did he get the voicemail I left on Sunday?"
The first woman nods, vaguely remember being told about it. Even if the person they are speaking about tends not to be great at returning messages or calls. In fact, they really only use their phone out of necessity more than desire. It's just the way they've always been. Old school yet still in tune with modern devices - even if they're not what you would typically consider as 'old'. Softly laughing to herself, the second woman reads the cues on the other woman's face. Understanding the implication.
"Alright. So, it's a go then?" she inquires.
"Yeah. Let them know everything's good on our end and to send the invoice to HQ. I'll let the others know and we'll go from there." is the response she is given.
Making a mental note of it, the woman - who can safely be presumed as being either a lawyer or somebody with legal experience and connections in the field gently runs her hands through her head. Not as much out of stress or frustration as much as sheer thoughtfulness. Focus. Making sure that she makes a note to make the call. Otherwise, she'll probably leave it to the last minute - therefore causing unneeded crunch and pressure. Not just on her side of things, but the other party's side too. Which both sides wish to avoid at all costs. It's simply business, after all.
"Will do." she comments, before looking into the eyes of her friend.
The duo knows full well that this is just biding their time. Tiding them over until the moment arrives and they strike. Until they are called upon to state their, or well, their commander's intentions. Bring about exactly what had previously been promised.
That will all come to pass when the time is right.
It is what they have been working towards.
Exhaling, the first woman allows a soft smile to once more cross her face as the second woman looks down at a piece of paper. One that has been in front of her this entire time, yet not even thought about. Such as their focus been on other things.
"Oh, right ---" she whispers to herself. "That's what I needed to do."
Rising, she looks at her friend/associate and motions towards the door.
"Hey, I'll be back soon. Remembered that I need to do something real quick." She remarks, receiving a nod in return.
"Alright."
Heading off, the second woman stops to look at a picture on the wall. One of what appears to be a suburban area, Lined with houses and with a group of nine people standing in front of one. A picture she remembers being a part of before it was painted. Smiling to herself, she turns and begins to walk away.
"I wish things were that simple. I wish it were that easy..." She thinks to herself.
Sighing, she feels herself slowly turning into business mode. Knowing that she isn't here for pleasure - at least, not at this moment in time. There are things that need to be done and wheels that need to be turned.
She is just there to plant the seeds.
---
13th April, 2022. Unknown location.
---
"So, we're doing it."
The voice is that of a male, who is sitting atop a chair. His identity is concealed, yet he appears to be in a good mood. At least, that's how the sound of his voice makes it come across as.
"Soon enough, you will know the purpose. You will see the fruit that is being bared --- but that time is not now."
A soft laugh leaves his lips.
"Don't worry though. Once it is all said and done, you will know -exactly- who called the shots and just what it is that they desire. All I will say is that --- it is something that they never truly lost."
The last part of that statement is said in a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be head. It is then that another male approaches him, placing a folder into his lap before walking off. Heading back to doing whatever it was that he had been doing before. Glancing downward, a sly smirk crosses the seated man's face.
"Good---"
That is all he states, before opening the folder.
"Just as it needs to be."
---
13th April, 2022. Unknown Location.
---
The woman from before enters what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. The lights are currently off, and save for the light of a cigarette in the right hand corner of the room, it is pitch black. Her eyes stare in the direction of the light, as she slowly walks in its direction.
"You in here?" she calls out, her words echoing around the building.
Halting her walk, she continues to look around, noticing a figure standing there. Staring light back at her, yet not saying a peep.
"We need to talk ---" she remarks, hoping that it will get an answer from whoever it is.
Yet there is no response. Nothing. Sighing, she approaches the figure.
"Hey," she states. "You okay?"
"Oh, her. Sorry, was just zoned out there." The figure replies. Their voice is gruff and sounds as if they are an older person.
"So, you got it?"
The figure nods, handing the woman a small object.
"There you go," they state. "Everything should be in there."
Smiling, the woman whispers "Thank you," before making her way back to the exit.
This is just the next piece they needed to execute their plan. A plan, that has truly began to take form.