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Post by dick on May 9, 2007 10:09:02 GMT -4
//A call was made. A call to Melissa Armstrong. She was an enforcer, that was a good thing and thats exactly what he needed what he needed. He sat in his office, music playing softly through the CD Player he had purchased recently. Finger Eleven's newest album was the album of choice. Mr. Steele had taken some time off to himself, so this was the perfect chance for a private meeting with Melissa or at least that's the way he saw it. He sat quietly as he waited for Miss Armstrong, twiddling his thumbs, writing some documents up, even doing a bit of drawing, as bad as his drawing skills were, he'd do anything at the given moment to pass the time as he waited for the woman in question to show up.\\
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Post by Melissa Armstrong on May 9, 2007 11:00:30 GMT -4
She was tired she had just finished a very intense workout trying to prepare for her upcoming title defense against Mark Cross in a Steel Cage. She didn't know why she suggested that match type but it gave her a chance to push herself to new heights. To prove that she was that tough, to prove why she is the Queen of Olympus.
Recieving the call from Hugh. Melissa now stands outside his office dressed in her work out clothes. Consisting of a simple pair of sweats and a loose t - shirt. Knocking on the door Melissa waits for permission to enter Hugh's office.
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Post by dick on May 9, 2007 11:06:00 GMT -4
"Come on in, Miss Armstrong."
//It had to be her on the other side of that door, he hadn't called anyone else nor was he expecting anyone else for the rest of the day. And well, he was certain it wasn't those revolution people, they'd bust the door down and barge in if it was them.\\
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Post by Melissa Armstrong on May 9, 2007 11:14:02 GMT -4
Hearing Hugh give her permission to enter, Melissa quickly twists the knob and presses the door open. Walking in she closes the door behind her and walks over to the desk taking one of the chairs infront of his desk.
Hello Mr. Hugh.
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Post by dick on May 9, 2007 11:28:19 GMT -4
//A nod to her as she took her seat, he leaned forward in his chair a bit, cupping his hands and placing them on the desk.\\
"Hello Miss Armstrong. I'm quite happy you could take time out of your schedule to swing by my office."
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Post by Melissa Armstrong on May 9, 2007 11:46:26 GMT -4
I was just training for my defense against Mark Cross, nothing major.
Settling herself to get comfortable in the char Melissa continues.
So, what all is this about?
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Post by dick on May 9, 2007 11:51:44 GMT -4
"Ah, yes, cage match against Mark Cross. Good luck in that match, Miss Armstrong. Now, onto business. I've called you here because I can't think of anyone better. Due to recent events and information from someone, who shall go unnamed for now, there seems to be a revolt of sorts to be lead against me and well, I'd like to enlist your services of what you are. An enforce. A bodyguard of sorts. That is if you are willing to take on such a task. I wont force it on you, but I couldn't think of none better, considering your background with the military and all... You are the best choice."
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Post by Melissa Armstrong on May 9, 2007 12:03:34 GMT -4
Sitting there Melissa listens intently to Hugh's words. She had heard of this growing revolt, she had joined Gregory in the quest to stop them. So seeing as she was already involved now Melissa decides to go with Hugh's plan.
You got yourself an enforcer Mr. Hugh. I normally would charge for something like this, but seing as this company took a chance on me, I think helping to keep you and the Angels in power is the least I can do to repay for that.
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