The Art of People

["Zero" Americanski]

"Okay Misha... Valodya... I'll be back shortly." I walk over to Lulu. "Now what do you need?"

["Pyervie" Sovietski]

"Good, because he is a better man than you... Your flirtation with the LIF has bespoiled your noble blood." I immediately teleport him to the Ministry of War.

[LuLu]

I smile at Zero. "It's okay it's not that much of an emergency. Go back to Bassarov. He is much more important. I'll find out from some of the others." I smile as I walk on.

[Baron]

"This is hardly fair, I am not a fighter you know..." Baron says as he is brought before Kolov

["Zero" Americanski]

"Misha and Valodya need some time alone... In fact they requested that I help you. Now, what do you need?"

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

((It's okay, you didn't know))

"Thank you, Zero..."

I turn back to Valodya.

"Look what happens, I leave, and the base gets attacked by dragons... You can't handle anything without me..."

I say, trying to cut the tension, but feeling like I just created more.

"Ah sorry..."

I r un my hand through my hair and look away, then look back.

"So I've decided to stop running. I don't know what I want from you, and I don't know if you even know what you want from me... All I know is, it's d**n good to see you right now."

My voice slightly cracks at the end. I try to stifle back the tears.

[Peter "The Owl"]

"Good to hear it." Peter injects Haya with the gene theroy chemicals and steps back. "It'll start working right away and you won't feel a thing. Be careful the next few hours while it works or you'll break things. Your going to get alot stronger, really fast."

[Gen. Vlad Kolov]

"I know you aren't a fighter, you are a tratorous coward. When the FRA was attacked I abandoned it when I saw the oppertunity to gain more power from Red Infinity, and what do you do? Side with a bunch of upstart peasants? You should be ashamed of yourself!" My voice booms.

["Pyervie" Sovietski]

"What do you want me to do with him, my lord?" I ask, my fingers beginning to dig into his flesh, drawing blood in the process.

[Gen. Vlad Kolov]

I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a 18-inch magnesium rod with a nasty point and barb on the end. "Do you know why they call me 'The Impaler?'" I ask him, then stab him in the gut with the harthingy, which I leave there. I turn to Pyervie. "Thank you for capturing him M1938... Incinerate him."

[Dr. Lenna Simion]

"Unhand that man," says a voice behind Sovietski. Lenna, in her beige pants suit with her arms crosed over her chest, stands behind them.

"I send you on a diplimatic mission and you get caught in a few minutes? Mr. Brandford, I am disappointed."

[Valodya Bassarov]

"It is good to see you. Thanks for returning. I do need you around."

He feels the thickness of a severing tension between them as well as the gravity of his love for him.

"I need you to help me plan what is to be done with the rebels. Where a new base will be built and the specifics. We should get to work right away."

He turns around, feeling like he simply can not break through that tension.

"And I do love you and always will."

["Pyervie" Sovietski]

My free hand grabs my pistol and swings it around at Dr. Simion's temple, swinging with enough force to crush a normal human's skull. "Don't interrupt Lord Tepes."

[Baron]

"I guess I should have....brought a hunter with me...the world is a dangerous place."

((I seriously have to get to bed, college starts for me in the morning ))

[Dr. Lenna Simion]

Lenna, unused to feild work, has not time to move at all. One minute she's standing and suddenly she down. She has enough time to think that she's got a bit of a head ache before she passes out.