WHO: sable-cloak and the_enemy_ace WHERE: Random, sketchy 24-hour diner on the West side WHEN: Backdated - night, Nov. 22nd WARNINGS: None. SUMMARY: Shadow and Hammer talk planes and plans. FORMAT: Quicklog?
[He arrived some time later, in his usual disguise. He pushes inside, asking for a coffee in a good impression of a Midwestern American accent. He sits down in Allard's booth, looking about casually to see if anyone is watching]
[Allard gives a small, amused smile at the accent and nods when Von Hammer acknowledges him. His first, quiet words are spoken in a practiced and nearly perfect German accent, before he slips back into his nondescript English.]
Es ist sicher, Major. All natives, going about their own business. Pay them no mind, and they will not even notice our presence.
[He took a thoughtful pull from his mug, and had it refilled when the Major was given his coffee. Once the uninterested waitress is out of earshot, he gets right to business.]
From our previous conversation, I assume you cannot dismiss these machines you have brought. How many more would you like to add to the collection, aside from your third?
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Herr Allard.
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Es ist sicher, Major. All natives, going about their own business. Pay them no mind, and they will not even notice our presence.
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I would rather not have my movements known, at present. But your advice is well said.
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[He took a thoughtful pull from his mug, and had it refilled when the Major was given his coffee. Once the uninterested waitress is out of earshot, he gets right to business.]
From our previous conversation, I assume you cannot dismiss these machines you have brought. How many more would you like to add to the collection, aside from your third?
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