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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 17:53:05 GMT -8
| At around 7:30pm in the famous providence restaurant of Hollywood, a mysterious man dressed in black suddenly entered. Going with the typical outfit of a FBI agent, agent J wore a tight black suit along with a pair of black shades that hid his eyes to give out this more professional look. He arranged his collar and sleeve buttons before handling his ticket to head toward a table that was already taken by a female. The sudden apparition of James attracted quite a bit of attention as people wondered about who he was and what he was going to do, though the attraction only lasted for a few seconds before they all returned to what they were previously doing (eating). It was as if the female was waiting for the man , though she too was also dressed in a weird manner as she wore a hat that hid her face, which was quite unusual in a fancy and exotic restaurant like providence.
''I suggest that we begin talking now. Miss Abigail... Please... We have little time to lose and I need all the details I can get to solve this case.'' James said in a calm and tender voice, before taking his shades off to try and make visual contact with the female, although her face was still hidden behind her hat. Miss Abigail was one of the many top investors of a company , though the company had recently declared bankruptcy for no reason and the FBI suspects that it might be a fraud and even more. They think that the fraud might be linked to some of the illegal activities that several dark organizations in Los Angeles have been committing ,though everything remains to be mere assumptions until the case is solved. No one had the balls to take up this case except for James, since he was the kind of man that needed to make justice prevail at all cost. James waited for a few minutes to give her time and see if she would answer or not, though it seemed like she still had a hesitant state of mind. ''Listen, to actually sue them you have to have somekind of evidence. Also, there's a big chance that the police department will not do anything about your money, so you'll probably have to deal with them by bringing this case to the court if you don't start talking now.'' James did not want to resort to any kind of tricks to get her talking, instead he stated the reality to put more pressure upon the conversation by making her realize about the gravity of the situation that she was currently in. ''About three months ago... A man from a financing company came to my company... The name of the company was electrical industrialization and the man said that they were doing some research on small and medium level companies and that if I paid a sum of ten million, they would finance me with sums up to ten times that amount. My company was having a bad time due to the recession so I took on the deal. The sum was kind of expensive at first, but I meet with the president of electrical industrialization and he looked like quite an honest man. After that, the funding just kept on being delayed and you know the rest...''
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Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Dec 28, 2013 14:09:22 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her This was a great night! The stars were shining, it was just a little crisp, and Julianna was ready to chow down on some grub. There was only one thing that would make the night better—if she had some company. Well, company that wasn’t her bodyguard. She technically wasn’t ever alone, but she just wished they didn’t chase away all of her male friends. Maybe that was what Daddy wanted them to do.
She pushed through the doors and walked up to the hostess that was seating people. Maybe she would at least get the bodyguard to have a conversation with her. Everything would just be okay if her bodyguards had some freaking emotions.
“Two, please!” Julianna chirped, grabbing her bodyguard’s arm and grinning at the hostess.
The hostess smiled back and nodded, then checked her table chart for any open seats. “The wait is going to be about twenty minutes, is that okay with you?” she asked after going over the chart. Julianna hadn’t even bothered to check the state of the restaurant, but sure enough there was a loud din of chatter and a few other people sitting in the waiting area.
Now that just wouldn’t do.
Julianna pulled away from her bodyguard and leaned on the little podium that the lady was standing behind. She pulled a little clip from her purse and then pulled out a couple twenties and carefully slid them across the podium’s top. “How about now, instead of twenty minutes from now?” she whispered quietly.
This usually worked better when it was with a male hostess.
Eh. Money was a universal language.
For a minute Julianna wasn’t sure that the chick was going to take her bribe, but she would have been stupid not to. She took a deep breath and then took the twenties is the most discreet way possible before slipping them into her pocket. Julianna couldn’t help but smile—the poor girl probably wasn’t paid enough to not take the bribe. The hostess grabbed some menus and silverware, then smiled at them. “Right this way.”
Giggling, Julianna took her bodyguard’s arm and followed the hostess to an empty table for two just one table over from some chick wearing a big hat and a dude in a suit. Julianna sighed—that could be her! Wearing a giant hat, talking to some guy in a suit, but no. She was with her lame bodyguard. Some chicks had all the fun.
“Your waitress will be with you soon,” the hostess said as they sat, then she took off back to her pace. Julianna expected exceptional service—she was almost certain that the hostess would tell her waitress that he was loaded.
And Julianna tipped very generously.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 17:45:12 GMT -8
| ''An iced cold martini with three olives please?'' James waited for one of the waitress to arrive nearby before asking for his usual beverage in a professional tone. Usually people would think that drinking alcohol during work would decrease the efficiency of it, but it helped James to clear his mind and be more focused on the case. James was prepared to listen, until he spotted two unusual figures entering the store. A young and well dressed female with a muscular and intimidating man. James initially had no intention of suspecting them, until they choose to sit at a table that were next to his. Out of all the other tables they could have chosen within the room.... Coincidence?... I don't think so... At a glance, every normal commoners would believe them to be an ordinary rich couple who came to eat , however that would not seem to be the case. From the rhythm and way the imposing man walked and how he always placed himself in front of her. Almost as if he were trying to shield her from harm ?They are staying close together, but there is always this certain distance they keep between them. Why? .... There was a myriad of assumptions that James could come up with after a simple glance, however things did not just end there. He also noticed a lot of things after seeing how the female took the man's arm and followed him from behind. The grip was not as intimate as that of a couple so what could they be? Were they enemy spies employed by the Russian Mob? Have their covers already been blown?
James kept his eyes on the two suspicious figures that just came into the restaurant and sat at a nearby table, until his eyes suddenly crossed with those of the female. In this kind of scenario , James knew that he could not look away since that would immediately blow their covers by showing signs of fear and hesitation, so he raised his martini to the lady instead and saluted her with a calm gesture before taking a little sip of his beverage. He was currently caught in quite a nasty situation, however he immediately thought of a counter measure plan to see if they were really enemy spies. He was going to give out a classified information revolving the case in a rather loud tone to see if it would trigger any kind of reactions from the two people that just came in. ''Quite a nasty fraud there. No doubt, the company Eletrical Industrialization had all of this planned out from the beginning. They have already scammed thirty medium companies over the past few years, however we the CIA suspect that this fraud case might not be all that simple. We think that it might be connected to the Russian Mob...'' Giving away confidential informations regarding a FBI case was not what a FBI agent would normally do, however James had his reasons. First of all, he needed to protect his personal confidential identity before everything, hence why he needed to give a false lead upon the firm he was working for. Second of all, the part when he mentioned about the Russian Mob was not even that important, since the FBI already knew that they know about them already. ''It's real that the presence of the Russian mobs have been increasing within America over the past few years. But you know what? I often wonder about a simple yet crucial question that we would need to solve all this chaos. What are they doing here and why in Los Angeles?'' James terminated his sentence by putting a strong accent on a few key words, while observing the two people that sat a table away from them to see if there were any kind of suspicious reactions. There was a chance that James could be wrong and that all of this could only be his mere assumptions, but James preferred to take precautions. He ate the olives that came with his drink calmly, before waiting for the fishes to take the bait.
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Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Dec 28, 2013 18:57:34 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Julianna picked up her menu and flipped it open. “Have you ever eaten here?” she asked her bodyguard, looking up for just a second. She practically already knew the answer, but she wasn’t entirely sure what her bodyguards did when they weren’t around her. Did they have friends? Family? Did they go partying? They had to do something when she wasn’t needing guarding!
Her bodyguard also look through his menu. “Once. Maybe. I don’t remember.”
“Oh!” Julianna crooned, lowering her menu slightly to smile widely at her bodyguard. “So you can talk! Must be a miracle.”
He just grunted in response and Julianna chuckled slightly before flicking through the menu some more. She wasn’t really sure what she felt like yet, but she would know it when she saw it, of that she was sure. Before she was finished deciding, the waitress showed and greeted them. “Hey there! My name is Cassie and I’ll be your server today. Can I start you off with a drink?” she asked.
She hadn’t even thought about that. Julianna flipped the menu over and scanned the drinks real quick. “Hmm—I think I’ll just have a glass of water and a margarita. How about you?” she asked, directing attention to the bodyguard across the table.
“Water,” he grunted.
“Okay, two waters and one margarita for the lady,” the waitress repeated, writing it down on her little ticket pad. Then she looked back up at them. That smile was ever present and Julianna knew she was working hard for that tip. “Were you ready to order, or did you need to take a couple more minutes to look at what we have to offer?”
When Julianna looked at her bodyguard, he just looked up and sighed. So he really had to talk, huh? “We need a little bit more time,” he said, earning a gleeful giggle from Julianna.
The waitress nodded and said she’d come back later, then walked off and left the two to chat. “So, tell me, do you have any family? What do you do in your off time?” she asked, hoping to get a real conversation out of this dull bodyguard. Sometimes they just ignored her and didn’t even respond to her, but this guy showed promise. She’d have to make an effort to remember his name so she could request him if he turned out okay.
“. . . .connected to the Russian Mob. . . .''
It was enough to make the bodyguard answer her question just a little slower. He sighed and fiddled with his silverware, pulling the napkin from around the forks and knives. “Just a wife. We haven’t been married long, though,” he replied. “I spend most of my down time with her.”
“How sweet!” Julianna responded. She could hear the conversation continuing a couple tables over, but she had been Kravec’s daughter long enough to not be perturbed every time someone mentioned Daddy’s work. Her bodyguard was probably listening closely, but she for the most part ignored the table over there. He was talking about some sort of fraud but Daddy was better than that. It was probably a rival of his. Or a rogue. Eh, it wasn’t her business. Her bodyguard would take care of it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2013 21:03:22 GMT -8
| Like James assumed, the two of them are not a couple ,though what surprised James even more was the reaction of the male when James suddenly mentioned about the Russian Mob. Bingo, we hit the jackpot! While the female seemed to not give a damn , the male was trying to listen to what he said. Quite an interesting case we have here. Are they really spies or just connected to the Russian mob? Either way , seems like that I will have to put this case on a hold. Can't solve a case when I have two enemy spies right next to me can't I? The fact that he was being spied on did not surprise him at all. In fact this was not the first time that James had to deal with such a scenario. Last time, the table he was sitting at was bugged with recorders and he had learnt his lesson ever since. ''Miss, please do not panic , the CIA will take full control of this case and I promise you that we will find the swindler and make him pay your money back. Now if you would excuse me, I believe that I have some personal business to take care of.'' James shifted his eyes back to his customer before looking toward the two suspicious figures again to give out the sign that he was in trouble. His client understood and immediately took off leaving James alone in the restaurant.
Arranging his tie and hair to look more formal , James touched the inside pocket of his suit to see if his gun was still there. Of course it was still there, since no one could have moved it , but it was an act of reassurance for what he was about to do. This was going to be one of these James Bond moments were the spy directly goes up to his enemy and confronts him to gather intelligence by making them think that he is with them. Kids should not try this at all time. After all the times that James had watched the James Bond movies, it was finally going to serve him for a purpose.
A wise man once told James that a woman wants a man to be in control, although, she won't say it, she wants to be rescued and he was going to use whatever tricks he had within his pockets to get closer to the two suspicious people that were sitting a table away from him. More precisely the female. The man who sat next to her looked like a rock faced idiot so there was obviously no chance that he would ever gather intelligence from him, which meant that the only avaible target is that female. James took a look at his surroundings once again before making his move at the same time a waiter closed in on the table.''Charles Mikael, I hate to disturb you, but you look so bored and awfully familiar. Perhaps we have meet in the Pantages Theatre before or are you just a movie star?'' James approached in a friendly manner and immediately sat down. At this point, it was kind of clear that the guy was the female's body guard, though James knew as much that he would not move if James do not harm her. After all, no one would want to risk the chance of getting caught in a public place like this. Especially not in the renowned restaurant Providence, where your idiotic face would end up being on the first page of the newspaper and then being made a joke of by everyone in America. ''Gaston, two cups of ice cold dirty martini with three olives please. One for the beautiful lady over here and one for me.'' James snapped his fingers together like he owned the place, before looking back toward the female and ignoring the other male who sat next to them. ''I suppose that you two aren't dating , so how about you let me entertain you for a bit? Lady?''
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Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Dec 31, 2013 12:03:54 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Her bodyguard nodded slightly and leaned back a little bit in his chair. “We were thinking about having kids, but we’re just not sure yet,” he further explained, making sure to make eye contact while he spoke. Julianna was actually happy—he was a pretty good conversationalist, not like the rest of her bodyguards she got stuck with. Maybe she just needed to try harder.
“Well I’m sure you could support yourselves, right?” she asked. Julianna was leaned forward on the table, chin resting on both of her hands. “Though a kid! That’s a big decision! I don’t think I’ll ever want kids, but I’m still young—I’ll decide eventually.”
He just shrugged. “Probably. We’re considering all of our options.”
If the conversation was going to go on, it was interrupted right about then. That guy in the suit Julianna had noticed earlier had meandered over, pulled up a chair, and made himself cozy at their table. He introduced himself as someone named Charles Mikael. Julianna smiled politely at him, but her bodyguard just glared. Julianna managed to catch him in the process of standing up and waved him back down. He hesitated, but sat nonetheless.
“No, I don’t believe we have ever met. However, I have been in a few small roles and commercials. I’m working the scene, you know,” Julianna answered, pushing her slightly curled blonde hair off of her shoulders. It was good that he’d noticed her potential as a star. “So—you’re close to movie star.”
Their waiter came over about then and set their drinks in front of them—two glasses of water and a martini for Julianna. She asked if they were ready to order, but Julianna hadn’t quite gotten the chance to pick out what she wanted. Before her bodyguard could send her away for another few minutes, the man—Charles—ordered a couple extra drinks. The waitress shot this guy a glare when he called her “Gaston”. Julianna, however, lifted her hand and smiled at the waitress.
“No no, dear. I am quite fine with the martini I ordered. Just the one for him. We have not yet decided what we would like to eat. Please, spare us a few more minutes?” she asked sweetly. The waitress smiled back at her, but shot Charles another look before heading out.
Julianna turned back to Charles and lifted up one finger, indicating for her bodyguard to sit tight. For some reason, though she was enjoying the attention, she didn’t like this guy’s presumptuous attitude. It would need adjusting. “Even in France, dear, waiters don’t enjoy people calling them garcon,” she corrected him. “Didn’t you not have a companion earlier?”
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