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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 14 2009, 02:16 PM |
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Aidan had spent a fairly significant portion of one of his nest eggs to purchase a ‘home’, if you could call the three story building a home, to relocate the safe house for the Pard. He had finally gone to the old safe house, only to find the majority of the Leopards gone or missing, and only a handful left. None of them were much of a leader either it had appeared. All of those factors, mixed in with his own personal reasons for getting involved with the local leopards beyond a formal greeting, and he found himself quickly in the position of Nimir-raj. He had made sure to let the Pard know they were welcome here any time they wished, but had cautioned them on using their previous safe haven. Aidan was ninety-nine percent sure that the previous safe house had been compromised and was known by the government. He would not let them fall that easily into the hands of the ‘enemy’. And so it was without much ado that Aidan found himself lounging about in the house, sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper while enjoying a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. Setting the paper down on the table, Aidan rose easily to his bare feet and moved smoothly to the front door, coffee still in hand. Aidan’s lips twitched in a slight smile; only one ring. Someone could be patient it seemed. Opening the door, Aidan stood there casually as the door swung open. ”G’afternoon, my name is Julianne—“ The sip of coffee Aidan was in the middle of taking was spit back out as the door opened enough for the familiar voice to link with an equally familiar face. Did she know he was here? What was she doing here of all places? Aidan leaned casually against the door frame, coffee in his left hand held about chest level. His right arm appeared to dangle against his side and then his hand was slightly behind his back, the silver and black grip of the Sig P220 lightly touching his palm out of sight. “That would work on just about any other person in the world. But I think you have the wrong address Mabel.” Everything about him seemed casual at the moment; relaxed posture, easy going tone of voice, the casual way he took in the woman that he hadn’t seen for near on ten years. She hadn’t changed much, appearance wise. At least for the moment, though he knew she could have radically differences in her appearance when the situation called for it. “What can I do for you?” |
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| Deceiver (Aidan) · Pard Safe House | |
10:03 AM Dec 1
