Dalnijrus
10-10-2007, 06:17
+++"Oh. Yes, send them to me."
+++The man folded his hands over his stomach, and leaned back in his chair. The door to the room soon opened, and he watched three men cross the threshold. Immediately, he knew he had chosen well, and congratulated himself on his excellent pick and made a mental note to thank Aleskei for mentioning them. They carried themselves calmly and confidently, walking smoothly and did not stumble. They were very sure of their bodies and their capabilities, though they did not show it off in front of him—indeed, they were very respectful of him, although he sensed that there was some resentment against him for no other reason than his position; however, that was to be expected, and he had seen many who worked for him feel that way. In spite of himself, he was almost intimidated, but he recalled that he had called them here, and not that they had deigned to enter his workspace. Thus emboldened, he continued to examine them for a few moments longer, purely for show, before he nodded to no one and began to speak.
+++"Gentlemen. I am sure that you have at least an idea of what I wish for you to do, but I would like to go over the specifics."
+++The lead man of the other party nodded his assent and understanding. He and his fellows had, indeed, guessed what the man wanted them to do, and knew the general outline of how they were to do it. All that they did not know was to whom it was to be done. He waited impatiently for the man to continue and give them their objective.
+++"What I propose is audacious, perhaps," the man behind the desk went on. "but certainly not impossible, I should think." Especially not with the way he had plotted it out, he chuckled to himself inwardly. "Your target is none other than Lyov Bacherikov, our dear President." He paused, searching their faces, and was rather disappointed that he saw none of the gasping shock that he had expected. Yet even so, he picked himself up and carried on. He smiled. "I have done much research into Lyov's movements," he continued. In point of fact, he had only orchestrated it, but as it was commanded by him, he felt that the credit was rightfully his. "I have discovered where he enjoys to go, who his contacts are and what his schedule consists of. Lyov is not as strictly adherent to that schedule as I would like, but I believe you can easily work with him." He paused for a moment, before going on, assessing the men's responses. They were still confident, and he did not think they were acting. "Next week, he will go to Sochi to spend a weekend sailing. I want you to precede him, and await his coming, which is met with some publicity. It will not be hard to notice him," he finished. The man sat back in his chair, and set his forearms on armrests.
+++"About the money," said the lead man. "When can we expect it to arrive?" he asked in a tone that said he expected it to arrive soon, and would not be pleased if it did not. However, the other man had already prepared the cash exchange, and was simply awaiting Lyov's death.
+++"I assure you that all is in order in that regard, and that you will receive the money as soon as the job is done."
+++"Good. Thank you for your time," he forced himself to say. "I assure you we will complete your task with utmost speed." He gave a respectful nod to the man and turned away, while his fellows turned with him and followed. The man behind the desk sat back and smiled viscously. Soon, very soon indeed, he would be rid of that menace and be back in the position of power that he was accustomed to and to which had every right. He had worked hard to attain it, and he would have it once more.
+++The man folded his hands over his stomach, and leaned back in his chair. The door to the room soon opened, and he watched three men cross the threshold. Immediately, he knew he had chosen well, and congratulated himself on his excellent pick and made a mental note to thank Aleskei for mentioning them. They carried themselves calmly and confidently, walking smoothly and did not stumble. They were very sure of their bodies and their capabilities, though they did not show it off in front of him—indeed, they were very respectful of him, although he sensed that there was some resentment against him for no other reason than his position; however, that was to be expected, and he had seen many who worked for him feel that way. In spite of himself, he was almost intimidated, but he recalled that he had called them here, and not that they had deigned to enter his workspace. Thus emboldened, he continued to examine them for a few moments longer, purely for show, before he nodded to no one and began to speak.
+++"Gentlemen. I am sure that you have at least an idea of what I wish for you to do, but I would like to go over the specifics."
+++The lead man of the other party nodded his assent and understanding. He and his fellows had, indeed, guessed what the man wanted them to do, and knew the general outline of how they were to do it. All that they did not know was to whom it was to be done. He waited impatiently for the man to continue and give them their objective.
+++"What I propose is audacious, perhaps," the man behind the desk went on. "but certainly not impossible, I should think." Especially not with the way he had plotted it out, he chuckled to himself inwardly. "Your target is none other than Lyov Bacherikov, our dear President." He paused, searching their faces, and was rather disappointed that he saw none of the gasping shock that he had expected. Yet even so, he picked himself up and carried on. He smiled. "I have done much research into Lyov's movements," he continued. In point of fact, he had only orchestrated it, but as it was commanded by him, he felt that the credit was rightfully his. "I have discovered where he enjoys to go, who his contacts are and what his schedule consists of. Lyov is not as strictly adherent to that schedule as I would like, but I believe you can easily work with him." He paused for a moment, before going on, assessing the men's responses. They were still confident, and he did not think they were acting. "Next week, he will go to Sochi to spend a weekend sailing. I want you to precede him, and await his coming, which is met with some publicity. It will not be hard to notice him," he finished. The man sat back in his chair, and set his forearms on armrests.
+++"About the money," said the lead man. "When can we expect it to arrive?" he asked in a tone that said he expected it to arrive soon, and would not be pleased if it did not. However, the other man had already prepared the cash exchange, and was simply awaiting Lyov's death.
+++"I assure you that all is in order in that regard, and that you will receive the money as soon as the job is done."
+++"Good. Thank you for your time," he forced himself to say. "I assure you we will complete your task with utmost speed." He gave a respectful nod to the man and turned away, while his fellows turned with him and followed. The man behind the desk sat back and smiled viscously. Soon, very soon indeed, he would be rid of that menace and be back in the position of power that he was accustomed to and to which had every right. He had worked hard to attain it, and he would have it once more.