Pier to Pier dealings [locked for kirill_72 and for Alex and Evan to comment]
Curtains fall. The stage becomes empty. Only the crew left behind is there to clean up. Working like little ants to prepare for the next scene of an all new play. Building new sets. New wardrobe presented, new lines to be spoken. It is similar to what life was. A dramatic play with ups and down being played out. Aeon Flux's life was not all that different.
A little over four, possibly five months ago, a theatrical drama was played out in the home of Trevor Goodchild. With support at her side in the form of her chosen-brothers, Alex and Vanya, with supporting casts of Creed and his pack, she took down her enemy in a blaze of blood and glory. No evidence left behind. Not even his home. All was destroyed, every trace of the man she had once cared deeply for.
However, like killing of the lead actor, the play goes on. The cast kept going. This was another scene. Aeon had been following it closely. Others as well. Shipments nearly every week had been coming in from all over the world. She tried to keep track of them, however for the last three month, her only concern was that of her bratishka and that duty became the center of her world. All else put on hold. So some things slipped through the cracks.
Now the time had come to pick up the trails once again. A shipment of drugs and other chemicals were coming in from India. Drugs rare and profitable. These should not be allowed out. This world was not prepared for them yet. So it was Aeon's task to stop intercept.
She made preparation. First she called evankasparov, to let him know where she should be if by chance she did not return. Not that it would happen but with the growth of their relationship, she wanted him to know where she was. "Vanechka, love. It has come to my attention Trevor may be dead but his businesses is still living on. There will be a shipment I need to intercept. At pier 30. I am taking a man with me named Kirill. But there is something else..." She paused in the call. "When you get home tonight, please check upon the little one. She seemed... I don't know. Reading have been off. I'll see you when I get home." She blew a kiss into the phone the hung up.
Her next call was to lexiromanov, "Sandi, love, moi bratishka," her voice as tender as it was for Caspian, "I'm doing a job tonight with a man named Kirill. It seems even though Trevor is dead, his business still goes on. There is a shipment of some drugs I need to obtain. They are coming in at pier 30. I have called Vanya to let him know. And... I asked him to check upon the little one. Please call him later and ask if he did. If he can't make it I ask you to. You know how to get in. I'm... a little unease about things. Something seems off as of late. I'm not sure how to explain it. Perhaps we can get together and maybe work out and discuss it. Call me later when you can." Again another kiss was blown into the phone. She didn't know why she did that or whispered in Russian she loved them to both at the end of each call.
She shook her head and headed out. Waiting at the point of meeting she gave to kirill_72, She was dressed all in black, a once piece tight black suit with her usual boots with metal knee pads. Her guns were upon her hips and her other weapons about upon her. The little tiny bombs tucked into her belt and a small pack upon her back. She was crouched low upon the building top, over looking the piers as boats came and went. A light fog had set in even tough it was cold in the city. The water was warm enough to do that and it rolled in from the ocean. Perfect setting for what needed to be done.
A little over four, possibly five months ago, a theatrical drama was played out in the home of Trevor Goodchild. With support at her side in the form of her chosen-brothers, Alex and Vanya, with supporting casts of Creed and his pack, she took down her enemy in a blaze of blood and glory. No evidence left behind. Not even his home. All was destroyed, every trace of the man she had once cared deeply for.
However, like killing of the lead actor, the play goes on. The cast kept going. This was another scene. Aeon had been following it closely. Others as well. Shipments nearly every week had been coming in from all over the world. She tried to keep track of them, however for the last three month, her only concern was that of her bratishka and that duty became the center of her world. All else put on hold. So some things slipped through the cracks.
Now the time had come to pick up the trails once again. A shipment of drugs and other chemicals were coming in from India. Drugs rare and profitable. These should not be allowed out. This world was not prepared for them yet. So it was Aeon's task to stop intercept.
She made preparation. First she called evankasparov, to let him know where she should be if by chance she did not return. Not that it would happen but with the growth of their relationship, she wanted him to know where she was. "Vanechka, love. It has come to my attention Trevor may be dead but his businesses is still living on. There will be a shipment I need to intercept. At pier 30. I am taking a man with me named Kirill. But there is something else..." She paused in the call. "When you get home tonight, please check upon the little one. She seemed... I don't know. Reading have been off. I'll see you when I get home." She blew a kiss into the phone the hung up.
Her next call was to lexiromanov, "Sandi, love, moi bratishka," her voice as tender as it was for Caspian, "I'm doing a job tonight with a man named Kirill. It seems even though Trevor is dead, his business still goes on. There is a shipment of some drugs I need to obtain. They are coming in at pier 30. I have called Vanya to let him know. And... I asked him to check upon the little one. Please call him later and ask if he did. If he can't make it I ask you to. You know how to get in. I'm... a little unease about things. Something seems off as of late. I'm not sure how to explain it. Perhaps we can get together and maybe work out and discuss it. Call me later when you can." Again another kiss was blown into the phone. She didn't know why she did that or whispered in Russian she loved them to both at the end of each call.
She shook her head and headed out. Waiting at the point of meeting she gave to kirill_72, She was dressed all in black, a once piece tight black suit with her usual boots with metal knee pads. Her guns were upon her hips and her other weapons about upon her. The little tiny bombs tucked into her belt and a small pack upon her back. She was crouched low upon the building top, over looking the piers as boats came and went. A light fog had set in even tough it was cold in the city. The water was warm enough to do that and it rolled in from the ocean. Perfect setting for what needed to be done.