xxxiix - we don't have railroad tracks, or she'd be tied to them
[About 45 minutes before this is posted, a note is slipped under Drake's door - Tonight. Disregard video. Lure as we planned.
Attatched is a small vial of black blood.]
[Private - Drake, Nicki.
The video is only about thirty seconds long. Arthas is smiling, like the cat that caught the canary - in the backround an empty cabin is visible, as is a slim woman with chopped-off blonde hair tied to a chair.
He looks back at her, and then to the camera again.]
I think we have what we need. 801.
Consider this your signal.
[That last part would be for you, Nicki. Operation "what's the big deal about this sword, anyway?" is a go.]
Attatched is a small vial of black blood.]
[Private - Drake, Nicki.
The video is only about thirty seconds long. Arthas is smiling, like the cat that caught the canary - in the backround an empty cabin is visible, as is a slim woman with chopped-off blonde hair tied to a chair.
He looks back at her, and then to the camera again.]
I think we have what we need. 801.
Consider this your signal.
[That last part would be for you, Nicki. Operation "what's the big deal about this sword, anyway?" is a go.]