BoReDoM... discussion

((Have at it!))

Huzzah,I like the idea of this. I'll see what I can write up...

((saweet!!! btw, sorry, hate ot have to tell you-- could you use parenthesis so we can tell when you're talking to the group with an idea? :D))

(Understood. If I may, I'll begin)

Floyd opened his eyes. He'd been dozing, though a bit of turbulence in the air had jarred him from his web of dreams. Well, the turbulence and the baby crying two rows back from him. The passenger jet was crowded. Looking out his window, he saw the bright lights of New York city. Good. The trans-Atlantic flights were always dull. It would be good to get back on the ground and set about his job. He went through plans in his head until his plane landed in the JFK terminal.

Chell blended in the the large crowd of the terminal. Arriving on her private jet from Paris she had just finished a large operation. She felt her gun under her black deniem jacket. It had passed under security with ease. Whn you had her status things like that were easy.

Floyd picked up his duffel, having no luggage checked in the storage. His only armament was his ceramic knife, but he wasn't concerned. He had no reason to expect danger, at least until he hit the weapons cache that had been left for him. His passport read James McGuire, but he had a collection of them in his bag. He passed the security checkpoints easily, drawing no attention. His eyes scanned the crowd. What the..? He made a double take. A gang of men had spread out, but the way the walked and spoke to one another tipped him off that they were no group of ordinary men. They had spread out, all scanning the room. Floyd ducked against a waste bin, using the other people in the room as visual cover. What were they doing here?

Chell noticed them too. She made no hint that she did but doubled back to a starbucks she had seen. Right now she was Isabell Pere, fasion expert. Not Chell the spy. She had to remain like a normal buisness woman on trip to America. She took a spot near the window and watched them men as she drank from her latte.

((well, I suppose the airport's as good a place as any.))

Devan fumbled with his cell phone, punching in the numbers as he rolled his suitcase down the airport walkways. The distinct smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls reminded him of his forgotten breakfast at home. Three rings later, an answer came for his call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, dad. I just made it down..." He continued to explain that he'd made it safely and would call him again from the hotel. Devan glanced around to see a full crowd in the commons, leaving him a long wait for a taxi. He noted a large group of men that had spread about the place. The air of uneasiness hung in the air. Devan tapped the shoulder of a terminal attendant. "What's going?" He asked.
"Another security check sir, apparently someone has accidentally mixed up some luggage, so it will be a while before they let anyone out," She smiled apologetically at him.

((sorry, I had to edit that.))

Chell mentally swore but kept a plesant smile plastered on her face, Mademonselle Pere was a friendly woman who love to met new people. Chell swore this was the techies back at base chosing her personas just to piss her off. Chell siped her latte her beautiful smile still in place.

Floyd noted a detail of security making for a thoroughly unremarkable man with dark hair and a cell phone. Moving against the wall to avoid being flanked, he observed. Something clicked in his head, then. A man matching that description was one of the suspects for an assassination... Oh, this was deep security. With a look at him, Floyd doubted the man even knew how to handle a firearm, let alone evade pursuit for the near week that it had taken to round up the suspect. He wasn't sure of the identity yet, but he wasn't about to pass this up. His boss mr.Hutton would be very pleased to learn more. Dropping down, feigning tying his shoe, he drew out his knife and slid it up his left sleeve. He pulled a forged FBI badge from his jacket pocket. He slowly made his way to the man.

Chell had spotted him too. She left the Starbucks and walked seemingly at leasiure in the direction of the man.

Devan sighed and snapped his cell phone shut before rolling his suitcase away from the crowds. Since there was such a long line he could only suppose that he'd get something to eat before his security check. He was only a few feet away when he saw several dark suited men break off from the group. Suspicious... He noted before shrugging it off and continuing on his way.

Chell nonchalantly bumped in to Devan."Oh my apologizes Monsier"Chell said in her well french accented voice.

Devan blinked in surprised. He hadn't even seen this girl. She was petite, with short hair and lively sparkling eyes. "Sorry," He said a little shyly. His interaction with girls had been minimal at best, so he decided not to risk his dignity with one yet.
"I guess your in line too?" He smiled sympathetically.

"I am I am"Chell said smiling. SHe held out her pale hand."My name is Isabell Pere. And what is yours?"She forced herself to stay friendly.

"David, David Sumer. So I take it your french? I'm sure if you got past the foreign travel security ((??)) then you should be free to leave, but I guess this is what happens in New York. Welcome to America," He joked.

"Nice to meet you Monsuir Sumer...or David if you prefer. And yes I am french. But it's not my first time to America. But I'm sure if you had been the one to greet me the first time...I would not have left the first time."Chell was going to kill the tech guys. Mademonselle Pere was also a flirt.

"David's fine. So, what brings you here to America Miss Pere? Or would you prefer Isabelle?" He asked to quickly change the subject. If his mother were here... ((Baha! Such a country boy...))

((XD))

"Oh please cherie call me whatever you want."Chell said smiling beautifully."I am here on business sadly. I'm a fashion expertire."Chell smiled again"Meaning I'm a hypted up designer consultant"she joked.

"Your English is really good, so your fashion must also be good." David complimented, flicking a glance over her shoulder when he saw several dark suited men had positioned themselves close by. "So I take it your here for a job offer, since you're so far away from home?" He asked.

"For the next 7 mounths yes. I needed to escape Paris since my mother died of Alztimers"Chell knew from expericance that mentioning a sad subject such as death turned a person off of the subject that cause it.SO she used it to get the subject off her and on to him. Interigation time. Chell pretened to get slightly choked up with emotion.

"I'm so sorry, that must have been painful," David wasn't too certain what to do in this situation, so he decided on another question. "Is France nice though? Other than ill memories, it sounds like a nice place,"

"Oh yes very beautiful"Chell said inside getting agrivated."So since your at the airport oyu must be coming from somewhere"Chell linked her arm though his as they moved up in the 'line'

"Hardin, Montana. I came to New York after I was offered a job for a small company here. I'm probably going to be late for my interview though," He shrugged. "So being a native to France, what differences do you see between the US and home?" He asked, seeing the front of the line only a few feet ahead.

"Well the men there are more inclined to notice they are being flirted with by a somewhat pretty forein girl."Chell said with a smile. SHe messaged with her hand that was behind her back to the men in black, who no doubtedly knew who she was. She messaged: Cause a stall at the frount of the line. I need more interogation time. And back up will ya! YOur giving me away!

Devan laughed. "I guess so, sorry. It's not often we see pretty faces where I come from."

"ANd you come from Hardin, Montana? That's a long way from the farm, Smallville. Just for a job? What company do you work for? Hopfully we might see eachother around."Chell said and surprisingly didn't gag. Now that she looked he wasn't that bad looking. Dark hair with matching eyes. Lanky sure but not in a weakling way more like a normal man who balanced excersice with a busy work scedual. To bad he might be an assasian. To bad Chell wasn't the dating type.

"Yeah, I only recently finished my degree in Computer Sciences, but my resume was good enough for ((crap crap crap... name name... thinking of a name...)) Crane company." He shrugged. "But if we do see each other around, I'll owe you dinner." Devan glanced up to see the security going thoroughly through a woman's hand bag.

Chell nodded."YOu certain would. So Smallville a new graduate with a degree in Computer Sciences?" Chell catalonged this in her mind for later along with the company name. I'm flattered you'd talk to me. I graducated sometime ago. But a degree in buisness and fasionisnt dons't take much time to earn."Chell said pretending to be embaressed and flirty. Dang how do normal women do this all the time! There can be more productive things going on...and could Chell even flutter her eye lashes right? Heck if she knew

((I guess we'll wait for Mike on this.))

((kk g2g soon anyway))

Floyd grimaced when he saw the other woman approach Sumer. Her manner was just a bit too calm, her words a bit too well-rehearsed. She wasn't with Hutton, that was certain. Why didn't the man keep him informed? After a moment, he realized that it went without saying that other groups would want their hands on mr.Sumer as well. Were the dark-suited men the woman's backup? He didn't recognize them either. He grumbled profanely. He would just have to find out more about these people. The more he watched, the less Sumer looked like an assassin. But if he was as good as he had to be to make the hit, he could disguise his tension. Floyd at length slid the knife back into his shoe, easily accessible should he need it. He walked as far ahead of them as he could while still keeping visual contact.

"As long as you love your work, it doesn't matter what you do," He smiled. "Ladies first," Devan gestured as they came to the front of the line.

Chell kept the smile on her face as she passed though and the men patted her down. SHe noted that even though they clearly felt the gun under her jacket. they ignored it."Clear Madamonselle Pere"

"Marci"Chell said and moved forward. Crap she need more time with this man. She needed to gain his trust somehow.

Devan slid his suitcase forward and waited patiently until they had patted him down. As soon as he was through he grabbed his suitcase and began to walk towards the exit. "You must be pretty popular for all those guys to know your name. They didn't even see your ID," He noted with a smile before leading the way out the door

"I am."Chell said simply."So where are you heading now that our little line date is over?"Chell asked with a laugh.

"I think I'll be getting something to eat before my interview. But now that we're through, I guess this is where we part ways," He smiled at her again. "Thanks for keeping me company during the checkout. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime?" Devan doubted this, since he already felt suspicious enough about this girl. When her accent had faltered several times and the security guards knew her, he also couldn't believe the fact that someone that pretty would be interested in him after he said the word 'Montana'. His family back home had warned him about suspicious people, though he couldn't exactly figure out what that was. But he could safely assume that she was one of them.

"I would certainly hope so. I enjoyed talking to you so much Devan."Chell found her self serious about enjoying talking to him. This couldn't be thier guy. But the resblance was...uncanny. SHe'd have to keep an eye on him. SHe pulled a pen out of her purse."May I use your hand. I don't have paper to write my number on."Chell said smiling brightly

"Uh... sure," He said a little awkwardly, pulling his hand out of his pocket.

((CRAP SORRY! that was from another RP! Can I fix that?!))

Chell smiled and took his hand but didn't wright her number. She wrote.My name is Chell. Your underservalance and possably. Agree to go to coffee with me. There Chell smiled. She was going to get to the bottom of this once an for all. This wasn't thier guy she knew that for a fact. But the simalarites were to great to be coincidence. Smallville here was being framed.

What was that? The woman took his hand for a moment, but Floyd couldn't tell why. He grunted and turned away smoothly as security moved past him, though he looked ordinary enough without his equipment. He needed a way to keep tabs on these people, but he wanted to do so in a situation not crawling with federal agents. He needed to report to mr.Hutton that he'd arrived, though he probably knew that already. After a moment of careful thought, he approached the two, losing his balanced lope and picking up a false spring. In a thick German accent, he hailed them. "Good afternoon. I think I am lost, would you tell me how to get to the baggage claim?" Hopefully his accent was as polished as it needed to be. He needed a look at the man's hand. He wished he had his tracking devices with him.

Chell saw him coming. Her hand suddenly held Devans hand tightly with her own. Covering what she had written. It looked like a normal action."Yes of course Monseir. I can show you as soon as I get Monseir Sumer so agree to coffee with me"Chell smiled a beautiful smile. SHe communicated with her eyes. I know who you are, this is not our guy.

Floyd barely noted her dismissive look. Of course she would want him to think that. He didn't know her, and she most likely worked for a different group than he did. Alright. She wanted to be tricky, he could play hardball as well. "Danke-I mean, thank you." He stood there, waiting expectantly, all the while trying to get a look at what the woman had written. He was as discreet as possible, but a trained observer, he knew, would see through his misdirections.

And A trained observer Chell was she smiled beautiful."My name is Isabelle Pere."

Devan pulled his hand away and backed away from her. His fist shoved into his pocket. "I need to go now. But, maybe I'll see you later Miss Pere. H-have a good day," he stuttered before quickly slipping away. He signaled a taxi and slid his suitcase in the trunk.

"You too Devan"Chells teeth threaten to say it through gritted teeth.

Floyd kept smiling until Devan disappeared into the urban traffic. Slowly, his grin dropped at the corners, returning to a neutral expression. "Miss Pere, is it?" His voice was distant and mildly inquisitive. "What brings you to New York?"

"Drop the pretenses"Chell said her french accent disappering. Chell's apperance and posture seemed to change. More hostile and military looking. The kindness disappered from her face."You screwed up big time Sir"