Ones of the Last Selection

[Valodya Bassarov]

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[Valodya Bassarov]

"Well thanks." Bassarov leads Virus to another group of rebels. They are standing together trying to find out a way to stop Zwei.

"Virus, these are the other rebels, everyone, this is my cousin Virus..."

[Virus Bassarov]

" Hello everyone. "

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I wonder where Mischa is, perhaps we should try to find him...." Bassarov suggests.

"Have you met Mischa before?"

[Virus Bassarov]

" Why no I have not. I would like to though. Let's go find him. "

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov senses for Mischa's energy signiture and locates him in a bar in London.
He is with a woman, but Bassarov can not determine who it is.
"Well, maybe we shouldn't. I don't want to bother him if he needs some space."

[Steve Fox]

Steve sits up, grabs the phone, and dials the number that Cynthia gave him. "Hello... it's Steve, the guy from the street, the one who asked you for directions... listen um... if your not otherwise... employed already could you... come by. I'm in room 119, the same place you told me about. I... just... uh, I'll be here..." He hangs up the phone.

Steve lays his head on his arms, which he crosses over his knees. What had happened to him? Two years ago he was immortal, a champion, beloved. And now he was in a run down motel, calling a hooker, not because he wanted sex, but because he couldn't stand t be alone anymore, and she was the closest thing he had to a friend.

Steve takes a slow breath in and out. Something on his arms feels wet and he realizes he's crying. He's crying because he feels like it's over. There's nothing left for him anymore. He... he doesn't even have a reason to go one living...

[Virus Bassarov]

" Well we could go to him invisable. Because he might be in trouble. "

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I feel as though I should respect his privacy. If I just show up, he might think I don't trust him. And he is not in trouble. Maybe he just wanted to go out and have some fun. I never drink you see, I think it gets boring for him."

[Cynthia]

"No no, I'll be right over!" Cynthia quickly hangs up the phone and puts on her favorite perfume. Still "dressed up" for the day, she doesn't have to change, just runs a lint roller over herself to catch all the cat hair.
It wasn't a long walk to the motel, it was a strange coincidence that her apartment, and her favorite place to screw were so close to each other. She knocks on room 119.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

"Well my miss lady friend... I hope things get better for you... Really, feel better, okay?"

I pat Zinn on the back in a consoling sort of way. I can't help it, I get sentimental when I'm drunk.

"By the way, my name's Mischa. Now we're not strangers anymore. I'm sure we'll meet again."

I get out of my stool, still somewhat balanced, and head back to the teleportation booth. I immediately see Bassarov and someone who looks strikingly like him.

"Ahhh hello hello..."

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov is not impressed with Mischa's drunkeness. But doesn't say anything. How could he? After all that Mischa puts up with, how could he scold him for such bad habits?

"Mischa...good to see you again. Where were you friend. I worry when you go off by yourself.."

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

I scratch my head nervously.

"Yeah, s-sorry... It's good to see you too I kinda went out for a little bit."

The alcohol on my breath must be very obvious. I cough.

"So Vossy, you have family in town?"

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Yes, this is a cousin of mine. His name is Virus...." Bassarov replies. He puts his hand on Mischa's shoulder.

"I was slightly beaten at the Ministry of Terror and need some rest. I think you need some rest as well. Maybe we should get away from here for a while. There is nothing we can do right now anyway."

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

"Nice to meet you, Virus." I say, trying to be as coherent as possible.

"You're right, where should we go? Any ideas?"