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Tanya Adams ([personal profile] alertcommando) wrote2010-03-28 02:40 am
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Operation: Dark Night

Ukraine, Europe, January 17th, 1962.

Classified Location near the Polish border.

Local time 21:35h.
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2010-04-01 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Annabelle grins. "Now that sounds like a good day's work. I'd love to see the look on his face when Romanov gets that bit of news."

[identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com 2010-04-01 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Bonzo laughs at that. "So would I." Pause. "Didn't know Einstein invented that..."
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[personal profile] alertcommando 2010-04-01 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"At least here, he did. The Chronosphere saved us in the Second War, it allowed us to move faster than the Reds, set up ambushes, advanced bases, outposts..."
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2010-04-01 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Confusing, isn't it?" Annabelle says with a chuckle. "Different worlds, different events," she adds with a shake of her head.

[identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com 2010-04-01 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tell me about it." Pause. "Then again, this is nothing compared to how strange the world Weasel's from is."
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[personal profile] alertcommando 2010-04-02 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"And now that you said it, tomorrow you will meet someone from an even stranger world..."

"So, if you two want to take any souvenirs, now it is the time."
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2010-04-02 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"It's wisest not to tempt fate," Annabelle replies with a grin.

"No, I think I'm good," Annabelle says after a moment's thought. "I'm running out of shelf space as it is."

[identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Bonzo laughs. "Point taken."

As to the souvenir suggestion... "Not sure what I'd take." A picture, perhaps?
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[personal profile] alertcommando 2010-04-02 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"A furry hat? An officer's sidearm? Up to you, really." She releases the locks, opening the inner door into the sloping passage.
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2010-04-02 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Annabelle stretches and moves toward the sloping passage. "That was an interesting party," Annabelle quips. "I hope you'll invite me to your next shindig?" she asks Tanya, teasing.

[identity profile] mandercommander.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Bonzo opts for a sidearm that he finds laying on the ground. Truth be told, it's not like anyone's going to miss it from here in an hour.

He'll deal with any fallout from snagging it back in the Bar when that comes to pass.

"Yeah, don't leave me out, either. Just make sure she brings her stuff along..." That would be the stimpaks.
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[personal profile] alertcommando 2010-04-02 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course..." Tanya grins. "Now, heads up, it is a long walk back to our door and there might be patrols around still.

Poor, poor patrols.
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2010-04-02 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Poor, poor patrols. If any of them are unfortunate enough to run into the terrible trio, well, they'll contribute to their fearsome reputation.

Eventually the door is reached, and Annabelle passes through to Milliways.
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