Post by King Vegas on Apr 11, 2008 15:25:04 GMT -4
"Speak..."
"Mr. Genovese. There is a slight problem with our proposed meeting time and place. I'm sorry to inform you that..."
"Wait...Wait. I'm en route as of this moment. What seems to be the dilemma?"
There was a moment of silence over the connection of the phone call. Not a words spoken until...
"Perhaps a new place of meeting could ease any nervousness you have concerning our coming dialogue?"
"I don't think that would help much given the situation Mr. Genovese. It seems I may have been found out regarding my leaking of information."
"Excuse me...?"
"I am not entirely sure but, I do believe so. I'll be in contact at a later date. I once again apologize for any inconvenience caused by this."
"*Sigh*..."
The phone call was ended instantly. No more words spoken as the phone hung lazily within his grasp, lowering it to his side as retook his seat aboard the private flight he had chartered for the coming days. A most disappointing development. He now was approaching the beautiful scenery of Canada. His first time back since the horrible incidents which occured to begin this madness and misinformation process they were entangled in. Just at that moment, he made the decision that it'd be wise to at least remain in the country until contacted by the mystery man at a later date. Hopefully soon he thought. Hopefully soon.
For the time being, he decided to pay a visit to an old friend he heard was doing quite well for himself back in his old stomping grounds of APW. Also...He of course needed a small favor from Mr. Crack so to speak. No time like the present he thought, no time like the present...And plus there was a young lady he had intentions of speaking with during his sabbatical from the wonderful seclusion of Venice...It had been quite some time since they had last spoke...Quite some time...
Reaching for his phone once more, his thumb began to float across the keypad, deciding to give the long time "friend" a call. Since...
Word has it she was now in lovely Toronto...
-TBC-
"Mr. Genovese. There is a slight problem with our proposed meeting time and place. I'm sorry to inform you that..."
"Wait...Wait. I'm en route as of this moment. What seems to be the dilemma?"
There was a moment of silence over the connection of the phone call. Not a words spoken until...
"Perhaps a new place of meeting could ease any nervousness you have concerning our coming dialogue?"
"I don't think that would help much given the situation Mr. Genovese. It seems I may have been found out regarding my leaking of information."
"Excuse me...?"
"I am not entirely sure but, I do believe so. I'll be in contact at a later date. I once again apologize for any inconvenience caused by this."
"*Sigh*..."
The phone call was ended instantly. No more words spoken as the phone hung lazily within his grasp, lowering it to his side as retook his seat aboard the private flight he had chartered for the coming days. A most disappointing development. He now was approaching the beautiful scenery of Canada. His first time back since the horrible incidents which occured to begin this madness and misinformation process they were entangled in. Just at that moment, he made the decision that it'd be wise to at least remain in the country until contacted by the mystery man at a later date. Hopefully soon he thought. Hopefully soon.
For the time being, he decided to pay a visit to an old friend he heard was doing quite well for himself back in his old stomping grounds of APW. Also...He of course needed a small favor from Mr. Crack so to speak. No time like the present he thought, no time like the present...And plus there was a young lady he had intentions of speaking with during his sabbatical from the wonderful seclusion of Venice...It had been quite some time since they had last spoke...Quite some time...
Reaching for his phone once more, his thumb began to float across the keypad, deciding to give the long time "friend" a call. Since...
Word has it she was now in lovely Toronto...
-TBC-