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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 9:10:36 GMT -7
Christine went around the rock. Carefully she pulled the shirt on and swam up to him. "Ok."
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Post by God on Jul 30, 2014 9:22:32 GMT -7
He plucked one of the oysters off the rocks - the seaweed had become crunchy - and handed it to her. "I talked to the dolphin a little earlier."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 9:52:33 GMT -7
"So she allowed herself to be heard by a human." She said. "Many people believe they can have telepathic connections with humans."
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Post by God on Jul 30, 2014 13:35:25 GMT -7
"Apparently." He broke off a seaweed shell and popped it in his mouth, then pressed his ear bud, listening to something. "Damn. They got confirmation. I gotta go. See you at your next performance?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 19:34:48 GMT -7
She looked up at him. "It may be my last." She said. "And you probably won't be able to come." She said. Christine looked up at him and bit her lip. Carefully she moved to him closely. Slowly she touched his cheek. "It might be our last. And that's ok."
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Post by God on Jul 31, 2014 9:17:24 GMT -7
He put his hand over hers for a moment, then kissed her. Standing, he headed to the treeline to prep the boat. Cherry brought him his gear, and they got ready. Ten minutes later, they were gone. She never saw most of the team again. A couple months later, her final performance, two men in tuxedos are sitting in the front row, right under the stage. The other man:
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2014 15:48:18 GMT -7
Christine closed her eyes trying to focus on her part. Her teacher/manager was furious when she returned due to Cherry answering. He wanted no man to have her because they were a distraction to her craft. However, the memory of his kiss stilled played on her lips. Slowly she stood and came out on stage, preparing to sing her aria.
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Post by God on Jul 31, 2014 23:19:24 GMT -7
Nick nudged his boss, who nodded, watching her. Nick self-consciously nudged the briefcase next to him with his toe. Richard Marcinko, the CEO of their private security consulting firm, had an identical case next to him. They were a little small to hold papers, for good reason. They were actually FMG-9 submachine guns. Yes, the men were always ready, just in case someone did something stupid. As Nick had explained to Richard, her manager had sounded very possessive, and now with the possibility of her announcing retirement on top of the aggravation over her involvement with Nick, someone as passionate as most musicians are could easily be pushed over the edge.
If the submachine guns seemed excessive, it must be taken into account that security was aware of these weapons, as well as the P7M13SD pistols each had in underarm holsters, and spring-loaded batons up their sleeves.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 19:38:55 GMT -7
Christine's eyes scanned the crowd as she started to sing. Quickly she focused on Nick and the other man. Her voice faltered towards the end of a long note and she almost missed getting a breath in. Her eyes quickly darted to a box in the shadows and she moved to her next spot to continued to sing.
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Post by God on Aug 5, 2014 14:38:28 GMT -7
Richard's eyes followed her, and he pulled out a small pair of binoculars. After a moment of looking, he passed them to Nick, who nodded. The binoculars had night vision, so they were able to see into the box.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 6:59:32 GMT -7
Erik had a beautifully handsome face. But his eyes were dark holes as he watched his client. His hand fiddled with the cane by his side. Her retirement troubled him deeply and he was determined to not let a talent like hers go to waste. Casually he followed her eyes to the two men in the front row to which she kept looking two. One wasn't her type completely the other, must have been whom she was speaking of on the phone. As he noticed the binoculars looking towards him he stood and left to be in her room waiting.
Christine's voice faltered when she went to sing the second verse. A few people began to whisper as the maestro gave her an encouraging smile and started the intro music for the second verse again. Christine tried to sing again but the words wouldn't come. She shook her hand and ran off the stage to her room in a panic.
The curtains went down and the manager went on stage. "I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen. It appears that our star is not feeling well. Please allow a short intermission as we have her understudy take over the role. Thank-you."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 15:06:02 GMT -7
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Post by God on Aug 6, 2014 15:36:53 GMT -7
Nick and Richard both stood, flashing their passes at the ushers as they headed back to the dressing rooms. Nick knocked on her door. "Everything alright?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 17:57:28 GMT -7
Erik opened the door a crack. "She isn't well. But fear not I have her resting with tea." He said. "She just have been pushing herself too hard."
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Post by God on Aug 6, 2014 19:19:36 GMT -7
Without moving the rest of his body, Nick flicked a microdot audio transmitter into the room. Marcinko nodded, and they turned away. As soon as the door was closed, they headed back, threading a snake cam under the door. Now they had full audio and visual from inside the room.
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