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Saturday, 28 July 2007

Well this is the opening of a book i'm working on with a friend. I typed the whole opening so here it is....

Dead-Lines

Venice, situated in northern Italy, its nicknames include 'Queen of the Adriatic', 'City of Water', 'City of Bridges', and 'The City of Light'. The city stretches across numerous small islands in the marshy Venetian Lagoon along the Adriatic Sea in northeast Italy. In the winter the temperature can drop below freezing, while in the summer the temperatures can soar to a dizzy 35 C.
It was early Ferbruary. The wind still held the chill of winter, which was still going strong. Many people were now departing the city, heading for home as the daylight began to fade, and the darkness of night began to creep in silently.
As the inhabitants of the city slowly made their way home, some would notice a young woman, standing in the centre of a bridge, staring up at the sun-set, as if in a trance. None of those who saw her attempted to bother her, she had nothing to do with them. She looked to be in her teenage years, about 16 or 17 years of age, with long blonde hair, her loose curls gently blowing in the breeze. Her deep brown eyes gazed out at the sun-set, unblinking. A clock somewhere chimed, informing all that it was now 8pm. The girl sighed, and looked around. She had been told that they were to meet at the place she stood at eight. Hopefully he wouldn't be late again. They couldn't afford to waste time...
It was a while before he arrived, late as usual, looking flustered, his hair a mess, a lit cigarette in his mouth. She walked towards him, her face but inches from his, glaring at him.
"You're exactly 13 minutes and 42 seconds late Andrew"
The man didn't back away from her. He was older than she was, in his early twenties, with multi-tonal brown hair, varying from shades of light and dark brown, with piercing lightning blue eyes.
"Traffic was terrible" Andrew replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke. The girl gave him a dis-approving look.
"Didn't I specifically tell you to leave at 20 minutes to eight?" She folded her arms, still glaring at him. Andrew shrugged.
"I lost track of time" he said, without a hint of remorse.
"Time is something we do not have Andy"
"We still have three quatres of an hour, relax"
"There is no time to relax Andy, this is work, relax when you're at home"
"I know, I know, take it easy!". She stepped back, un-folded her arms and pointed towards a tall business building.
"Our target is in there, third floor, his office is that next to the elevator, he begins work at nine sharp, you know what our mission details..." she said, looking him in the eyes. Andrew nodded. "We begin at 20 to nine, I shall be going under the alias of 'Isabella Aurelia Romano', you will be going as 'Alphonso Crescenzo Fedele', both of which are workers of the company, not as high in ranking as our target, and the target does not know them" 'Isabella' said, pulling clothing, wigs and other items out of a messenger bag. "Get changed quickly, we don't have any time to waste..."

At 20 to nine, two people walked into the three storey high company building. One, a brunette woman, average in height, slim, with long, straight hair and hazel coloured eyes, wearing a knee lenght black skirt, black high-heels, a white shirt and a long black coat, with a black handbag held in her right hand. The other: A tall man, with deep brown eyes and long black hair, tied back in a ponytail. He wore a white shirt, the first two buttons un-done, black suit trousers and smart black shoes.
The ground floor receptionist smiled at them, and saluted them with a wave as they passed by her, heading for the elevator. Their disguises had proved flawless. Over the last week, they had reasearched Isabella and Alphonso's lives, their friends and all other details of their lives, making it simple to take their place in life for the next half hour. Once in the elevator, 'Isabella' hit two buttons. One for the second floor, one for the third. The elevator jerked upwards. Once at the second floor, 'Alphonso' stepped out, and proceeded to walk along the hallway, not daring to pass a glance back, as the elevator doors slid shut, and the elevator proceeded to the third floor.
'Alphonso's' purpose on this floor was the security camera's. The real 'Alphonso Crescenzo Fedele' was a security guard for the company, and tonight he was supposed to be watching the CCTV monitors. Unbeknownst to his co-workers however, the real 'Alphonso Crescenzo Fedele' was at home, caring for his youngest daughter, who had mysteriously managed to poison herself. Nothing fatal, but it meant for now, he would not be able to attend his work-place. But no-one would notice his absence tonight.
Once inside the room, the other guard greeted 'Alphonso' with a simple nod, gathered his belongings, and headed out towards the elevator, headed home after a long days work. 'Alphonso' slipped into a chair, and began to observe the moniters. Their targets room was empty, and there were few people on the third floor at his time. He spotted 'Isabella' in the third floor kitchen, preparing tea and coffee for her fellow co-workers. It was at this point 'Alphonso' shut off the camera for that room, and sent a text message to 'Isabella'.

Up in the third floor kitchen, 'Isabella' felt the phone in her handbag vibrate, informing her that the CCTV camera for the room was off, and she knew it would remain so for the next 30 seconds. She had to move quickly, taking a small vial out of her handbag, pouring it into one of the mugs of coffee, before quickly replacing the vial into her handbag, and resuming her tea-making, as the camera's came back on. The 30 seconds would be marked as a glitch, in which the maintenence crew would check in the morning. A large clock on the wall indicated it was 5 to nine. 'Isabella' picked up the tray of teas and coffees, and proceeded down the hall, into each office, offering them the beverages. It was less suspicious this way. The real 'Isabella Aurelia Romano' was known to make tea and coffee for her co-workers everytime she reached work early, and them go offer them to everyone. No one would suspect that the real Isabella was actually stuck in traffic, and would be so for the next while. This time would seem no different, as she passed out the drinks to which everyone requested, making sure not to pass out the coffee held in the black mug... As soon as the clock struck nine, the elevator door slid open, and a man, tall and robust, with short receeding black hair, dressed in a suit, the coat held over his arm, a messenger bag in his hand, stepped out onto the third floor. As he proceeded to his office, 'Isabella' stepped forward, and offered him tea or coffee. He chose coffee, as she knew he would, and she passed him the black mug, and proceeded on her way to the other people, to whom she hadn't yet offered, on this floor.

'Quintino Sebastiano Volpacchio' stepped into his office, threw his coat onto the back of his chair, his messenger bag onto the table, and carefully laid down the black mug on the table. He wasn't a bad man, but had made many enemies through his gambling habits. He owed many a man considerable ammounts of money. He sat down in his chair, and switched on his computer, comletely oblivious to the fact these would be his final moments. He typed in his password, and took a sip of his coffee as he waited for the computer to start up. He had dead-lines to meet, and a lot of work was necessay in order to complete his work on time. If he didn't, his job was on the line. He sat back and sighed, as the computer started up, slowly as ever. He took another sip of his coffee, which was somewhat sweeter than usual, that girl had probably added sugar, or so he thought. As soon as the computer had fully loaded, he proceeded to check his e-mails. He had 4 new messages, and he proceeded to read them. The messages were from his co-workers, higher in position than he, reminding him of his deadlines, and informaing him of his upcoming tasks... He sighed once more. Work was as tough as ever. He proceeded to take yet another sip of his coffee. He proceeded to open a file, and began to type into it. As he looked up, to review his work, he found his eye-sight to have blurred. He rubbed his eyes, and took another sip of coffee, completely unaware that the very drink was the cause for his blurred eye-sight. He proceeded to continue with his work, until he found his fingers to not be moving. His senses were one by one leaving him, and it was now that he realised something was terribly weong with him. He opened his mouth, as if to call for help, but no words came out. His body appeared to be in a state of paralysis, and there was nothing he could do about it. Slowly, he began to feel lightheaded, and he realised he was no longer breathing. He couldn't understand what was happening, fear began to consume him, and once more he attempted to cry out, but once again no words came...

It would be hours before anyone realised Quintino Sebastiano Volpacchio was dead. His body remained poised over his keyboard, as if he was still typing. 'Isabella' left the building at 5 past nine, claiming she had left something in her car, and due to 'Alphonso', and the alledgedly 'faulty' CCTV camera's, no one would ever know that 'Isabella' had run off to a cafe, and never came out, instead, the long blonde haired girl who had stepped in there a half an hour or so before-hand emerged, and walked away through the city. The real Isabella reached the building at 7 minutes past nine, and the switch was never discovered. 'Alphonso' recieved a phonecall, alledgedly from his wife, informing him of his daughters illness, and he left the building at 10 past nine. The switch was never discovered. Quintino Sebastiano Volpacchio was found dead in his office at 2am, when a fellow co-worker came in to see if he had completed his work before his dead-lines.

The mission had been executed flawlessly. Their target was dead, their client satisfied. As soon as they returned to the headquatres, they would run through the results with the Head, and then await until their next mission.
This was their life, their career as assassins, agents in the secret organisation, known as 'Scorpia'...
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Well.
I guess i'm on Xanga now.
Sadly I couldn't use my usual nickname because some crafty little imp took it...
>_<
On every other site i'm just 'Hellsnextboss'.
Oh well.
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