Post by sab on Mar 8, 2007 14:13:48 GMT -5
As preparations are made for NoC, the biggest event to date for XWA, Sabastien sits in his office high atop the Conde'-Nas building in Mid town Manhattan. He's been keeping tabs of the recent events, including the recent signings to the company. In a short time, the roster appears to be bulging with quality talent, but aside from the 2 men he'd all ready recruited, Derrick Terrell and the monstrous Vikram, the only other man worthy of his "offer" appeared to be Vasily Rasputin, a man who was definatly an enigma of sorts, but more the capable to bring aboard. Still, Sabastien thought to himself he needed more. The men he'd recruited, though capable fighters, he wasn't sure he could truly trust. Terrell was a selfish manipulator, and there was no telling if he may even have an agane of his own. Vikram was a loose cannon. A ticking time bomb. And Rasputin was high elusive, and no one to this day truly knew where his loyalties lay, if he even had any at all. Sabastien pulls out his phone and calls his trusted advisor, Celeste.
Celeste. I need you to take a trip to Greece, mon ami.[/color]
What ever for, Monsieur Gallas?
With a sly smile on his face, he answers her question.
Bring me "Thanatos".
A sudden pause could be heared on Celeste's end of the line.
Monsieur Gallas...Ar...are you 'zat is...safe?
Do we really want to take 'zis to that extreme?
I need someone here I can trust. And in 'ze end, I need someone who will succeed where 'ze others may fall short. Now go.
Yes, Monsieur.
She hangs up. Sabastien leans back in his chair with a devilish smile on his face. Indeed, with the arrival of his "killer", the message would be clear to his father, Rodolphe. And that message was that he was playing for keeps.
FIN
Celeste. I need you to take a trip to Greece, mon ami.[/color]
What ever for, Monsieur Gallas?
With a sly smile on his face, he answers her question.
Bring me "Thanatos".
A sudden pause could be heared on Celeste's end of the line.
Monsieur Gallas...Ar...are you 'zat is...safe?
Do we really want to take 'zis to that extreme?
I need someone here I can trust. And in 'ze end, I need someone who will succeed where 'ze others may fall short. Now go.
Yes, Monsieur.
She hangs up. Sabastien leans back in his chair with a devilish smile on his face. Indeed, with the arrival of his "killer", the message would be clear to his father, Rodolphe. And that message was that he was playing for keeps.
FIN