Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jan 1, 2007 19:40:26 GMT 1
At the same moment Vasara stepped out of Umbra his cell-phone started beeping for half dozen times. "Damn Weaver-tech, some idiot has been bombing me with messages..." he whispered as he checked the senders number. "No idea who this is... oh fuck..." Now he knew what he had forgotten. He was supposed to get his brother from the airport this day.
First two messages were still friendly reminders. Next few were bit worse, writings of an angered man filled with curses. Good thing was that last two had so many misspellings that Aleksi had to be very drunk at the moment. Good thing because sense of time tends to warp when you're wasted and with any luck Aleksi would had been passed out when Vasara finally gets his ass inside Ragnarok.
Vasara checks his watch "Damn... Well, I'm already about seven or eight hours late so I suppose he can wait a bit longer... I'll make the call and try to find out address of this psychic."
Vasara started dialing the number on his phone when he noticed that his hands were shaking violently and sweating. He felt a huge adrenaline-rush in his system and almost shifted to his war-form before he regained control of his body. 'Why am I so nervous?' he thought as sweat dripped on his brow. Vasara had always been the black sheep of his family, and his father had once even said to him that he hoped that it would had been better if First Change would have occurred on Aleksi instead of him.
"...Shit..." The shaking and sweating got a lot worse as color escaped from Vasara's face. 'What the Hell is this?!' he thought, almost dropping the phone from his hands 'I don't fear Death nor Wyrm itself, why am I so scared to see my brother?'. He looked at Saxon, and steeled himself. 'Show no weakness!' he shouted inside his head and angrily punched rest of the number of the investigator on his phone.
Clearing his throat he raised the phone to his ear as he pressed the green button to begin the call...
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Post by Shehrazad on Jan 2, 2007 20:29:18 GMT 1
A few rings later, the line picked up.
"Good evening. Who am I speaking to?"
The voice was polite and pleasant, but there was a certain chill in it. Vasara couldn't help feel that whoever owned this voice was a cold and calculating person.
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jan 2, 2007 22:25:26 GMT 1
"Good evening to you too. Is this the right number, I'm trying to reach a special kind of investigator, and I called this number in impression you should be one?"
It was not that difficult to find out who has called you so there was no reason to actually lie your name when calling from your own phone, but Vasara decided to keep his name to himself for a bit longer. First he needed to know was this number of any use.
"I got this number from professor Brunner, may he rest in peace, and I came into impression you could help people with... unusual problems?"
There, dropping in name this investigator must know, either it would scare him away or make a contact to him in person. Vasara anxiously listened what this person was going to answer to him.
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Post by Shehrazad on Jan 4, 2007 10:09:29 GMT 1
There was a short pause on the other end, but when the voice spoke again it sounded extremely interested.
"Yes I have been informed of the Professor's untimely demise. A shame really, since I was quite interested in his work. Are you an associate of his, perhaps? One doing similar research?"
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jan 4, 2007 12:53:50 GMT 1
"I really don't think that we should talk about that in the phone. But you are right, my business with you has something to do with professors studies." Vasara started to walk around, too nervous to stay on one place for too long. He looked at Saxon with asking look and with free hand made gesture of writing, Vasara didn't have pen to write down the address with him. Nor paper.
"Maybe if we could meet somewhere where we can talk privately, maybe at your office?"
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Post by Shehrazad on Jan 4, 2007 15:41:35 GMT 1
"Yes, yes... I agree that these matters should not be discussed over the phone. My office is near the Stadtmitte," he gave Vasara the exact adress. "I wouldn't mind if you could come within the hour, I have no more appointments tonight... I will see you soon then, Mr...?"
The meaningful pause indicated he was waiting for Vasara's name, if he is to give it.
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jan 4, 2007 19:32:02 GMT 1
Vasara repeated the address aloud looking at Saxon and said on the phone "Great, can't wait meeting you, we have a lot to talk about. I think I didn't get your name either but let's take care of these social niceties when we actually meet. But I'll try to come as soon as I can today. See you later." then he pressed the red button to end this conversation.
Damn he felt so smooth, but he didn't want to waste any more time on the phone.
"We got the address. Let's get going." Vasara started to walk to his old Harley "I think I need to get some petrol on the way. You still got the keys of Eric's car?"
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Post by Saxon on Jan 5, 2007 0:19:40 GMT 1
Saxon patted his pocket, “Yes I have them.” He started walking with Vasara to the car, “How do you want to play this, we buddies of the professor, not that we look academics. Journalist maybe investigating the university?”
He grinned, “Or the old we keep booting the drawer shut on his fingers until he coughs what we need to know?” Maybe the man would not believe either the academics or journalists story but one look at him and Vasara would convince him that pain would be a coming if he did not talk.
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jan 6, 2007 22:21:25 GMT 1
Vasara visualised Saxons last comment in his mind and smiled before he shook his head. "Nah, we'll try to keep low profile. As far as we can, naturally." Vasara sat on his bike that was parked right next to Erics car and stuffed the parking ticket in his pocket. Maybe he could start paying more attention on where he leaves his bike...
"Wildlife experts, or predator-specialists, that's what we are. If he asks, we don't know what the professor was doing exactly, but we know it was some top secret shit... And showing the notes of professor, I'm sure he'll tell us something in exhange of getting a fast look on them. We try to find out how much he knows and we'll act... a bit harsher... if situation calls for it." Vasara said to Saxon before Saxon got in car.
"Umm, do you know anything about animals?" Vasara started a bit cautiously "I've never really understood them, they just run away from me or try to attack me, it seems that they see me as a threat so I've never had a real chance to study their behavior, so I would make one lousy wildlife expert, you know." Vasara thought for a moment about it and absent-mindedly continued "Althought inside me there is a hunch of how garou and some wolves should act, but that's about it for my wildlife experience. And as you can see, I'm not a reading type person." Vasara spreaded his hands while saying that.
Vasara had in his youth great difficulties on staying awake during biology classes and never had patience on TV documentaries. That combined to this irrational fear he caused on animals, he never really had means of understanding them.
"Naturally, if he seems to really know about existence of garou, we must make sure he won't tell anyone..." Vasara kicked the engine on and looked at Saxon "I think if we follow these guidelines, we can't go too much wrong?"
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Post by Saxon on Jan 8, 2007 23:30:06 GMT 1
“Me?” Saxon grinned, “Apart from horsepower most animals I come in contact with are on a plate, real urban warrior me.” He considered what he had said and what Vasara had said, “I think once this is over we need to be spending some time somewhere natural where we can be wolves.”
He started the engine, “No problem with the guidelines and if it comes down to the last lets hope he is a few floors up. Makes it easy, toss him out of the window and let gravity and concrete work their magic. Now you lead and I will follow.”
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jan 9, 2007 0:03:00 GMT 1
Vasara gave Saxon a thumb-up with his free hand and steered the Harley out of the parking area and towards the office near Stadtmatte... Cont'd here
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