June 14, 2004.06.14.03. - summary of virago's info *p[putting this ALL in one place so it's easier to read w/o weeding through the other scenes going on:]
"You may have some idea - you were there at the meeting with the Wyrmfoe, weren't you?" Warm, azure eyes slice towards the gnawer briefly, a light caress over his face, before returning to the run of the night-darkened road. Within the car, the engine is a muted, silent purr, as are any of the other noises from without, affording an exclusive bubble from whatever neighbourhood noises may attempt to penetrate.
"In any event, a subsidiary company, as well as my Montreuil Corporation and the corporation by James Vaughn have been set up over the past few weeks to obtain shares from the three head Pyrells companies - Acquisitions, Developments and Telecom. We've been waiting for some indication on when to move ahead with a takeover, hostile if necessary, in an attempt to assume control of all three corporations. The timing just happens to be ideal this Friday, if I am able to speak to the Wyrmfoe and get his agreement - an aspect I will not find terribly difficult given his ah, enthusiasm, for action."
On slow, sedate wheels, the Jaguar rounds a corner with the flare of its light scoring deep shadows and worn metal and wooden frames. "I'm not sure how much you understand of the workings of the stock market, but we're going to attempt to a takeover Friday morning which will set the executives of Pyrells, including the father, into emergency action. Montreuil Corporation plans to take advantage of this by an approach to arrange a meeting that night - time and place to be discussed. We expect the Pyrell to be aware, as soon as we enact the dawn raid that morning, that we may be behind it. But at the moment, Pyrell is desperate - the companies are sinking and the executives will not refuse a possible offer of refinancing from a reputable securities and investment corporation."
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"We have not been able to get details on the Executive's schedule - his personnel either did not know, or were not forthcoming enough," a faint grimace twists those pink-glossed lips as she grudgingly admits, "It was more difficult than envisioned in the short amount of time that we have." Admittance of failure? As close as she's going to get. "But I believe the CEO can be lured by the meeting. The only catch is - if he suspects its a trap, then he's not going to be coming alone. Given the importance of the meeting, however, his not coming at all would be a surprise. He's just going to ensure that he's heavily.. fortified. We need to counter that."
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(james: and that's where eagles come in)
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"Ideally, yes. I hear you're a war pack - and well... mine is not. I really do not know the arsenal this BSD has at his disposal though I assume that some remains despite the loss of the majority of his family. There has been well enough time for reinforcements to be called. The most I can do is set this meeting up and get him where we know where he will be so the assassination can be executed. He stands in the way of the executive board agreeing to this takeover in any form except hostile, and for the security of the Caern, that makes his elimination more than necessary. Once he is gone, I have no hesitation whatsoever in believing that the board of Acquisitions, and after then Developments and Telecom, will agree to my Corporations offer."
Around and around the Jaguar goes, as smooth and precise as the voice which dominates the interior of that frame. When she finishes, she glances again at the gnawer to gauge the expression on his face - the offer of more information ready on her lips, should he need it. One more thing is added, however, "Of course, the Wyrmfoe still needs to be informed should we agree to a plan of action along these lines. I was unable to get hold of him before, hence my coming to discuss it first with the Eagles."
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(james)
"Yeh, s'why we came a Ch'cago." Eagles reputation does proceed them, like it or not "I c'n find th' Wyrmfoe 'n get 'iz 'pinion a things. I'll need names, num'rs, any'n ev'ry preci'e detail a y'r plans so I c'n make sure ours' savvy 'n work 'geth'r." the unsaid part being if we decide to go this route, however the Ahroun feels she's sharp enough to catch onto that in order to keep his own slurred responses as breif and clear as possible in the name of expedition "'n c'n use whatev'r means a gettin' back to you deem' bes'.""What else ya go'?"
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He mentioned speaking to the Wyrmfoe, and her glance is shifting across to him again - just a quick, corner of her eye look, before she's asserting quietly afterwards, "I will be speaking to him too." Its not just that she doesn't trust the bonegnawer to relay the information accurately - its exactly that. Of course, the chances of Mother's Riddle understanding the complexities of corporate takeover and executive responsibility are, from her previous observations, most likely limited. However, given the intricacies of this process - she was willing to try, and make him retain some form of appreciation for what was going on.
It was all about timing, after all.
Most of the remaining information she had would not be of much use to him - unless he wished to know the intricacies of how what was happening on the corporate side was possible. That the company was going to fold, that the executive were in dissension - with the CEO clearly on one side and not wanting the removal of the company from the public market (a surprise. such a removal would give him greater control with the diminishing of shareholders), and being fought from within. It made that prospect of success of the meeting all that more possible, the pressure on the CEO to be there all that more complete - from himself to steer negotiations, and from the other executives to hear what Montreuil Corporation had to say.
The choice of bankrupcty - or dollar signs.
"You know of the daughter, right?"
The car is manouevred as James directs, along the dark streets lined with old warehouses, abandoned and utilised buildings, industrial wastelands spreading out and uneven like the growth of a blight on the land. It surprised her not that his pack would dominate such a place, the harsh exterior an assumed indication of the sort of denizens it would house. Not that the steel towers of downtown did not have its own distinctive favourites. Headlights beam around a corner, a three twin shining eyes look up - rats - Virago's gaze catching them with a repressed shudder.
"I only know of her. More information would be appreciated, if you have it. Knowing where she sits in the scheme of things is information we're going to need if we're going to use that meeting as a lure."
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(james)
"Of cour'.""Fig're i's jus' easier a me gettin' hold've 'im." the Ahroun pauses, taking a few quick whifs of re-circulated air, and not finding what he's searching for, takes a moment to extract the pack of Camel's from a cargo pocket and hold them up with a lifted brow of question - her car, her rules - and only at the inclination of her head does Zippo snap open, setting fire to the end tip of cancerous stick, and the instrument's of a mere mortal's death set on the center armrest within her reach should she choose.... he is a Hood beneath Warrior's exterior, and if she's providing the information, at the very least he could provide the nicoteine "We're'n th' same boat a you."
"We know've her.... 'n tha' she s'me key a th' whole sh'bang..... " muscular shoulders roll against padded leather backrest, covering squeaking mutely as if the very rat spotlighted down the road "....but that it."
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"She seems the key?"
One pale, platinum eyebrow arches sharply - another peripheral glances blading his way. The dark of her eyes, plunged deeper within the this car and the striating street lamps which flicker and penetrate through, makes the cream of her face all that more paler and the subtle distinction of that brow even less, merging like a winged, furrowed line into smooth skin. Shadows of light.
Try as the gnawer might, some of that smoke enters the care, flaring delicate nostrils wide at the scent. Not a flinch, but the slight stir of craving, as she reaches over and flips open the gear box - rifling through to take her own pack without. Yves St Laurent - designer minty freshness, a thin elegant and ivory stick is twirled light between her fingers before placed (pink smudges, pink smears) between the firm grip of her lips. The fire reflects in her eyes in one, welcoming flare, before subsiding with the leisurely suck of fumes within.
Hold.
Exhale."I only know that she exists - if you have anything at all you can give me, I would appreciate it. Even if its just your thoughts."
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(james)
Don't know much more than that, we just started discussing it tonight but didn't get far before you rang up Dr. Slaughter.
(gives her his and tristan's cell numbers for contacts to use instead of Imogens)---
"Ok, not a problem." Talk to her about English winters? She's been through them - and Imogen, by tone, seemed to embody it. Sharp contrast to the cool layer which Josephina often allowed to cloak her shoulders, rueful attempts to hide (either that, or it really is the drive of business) the sultry personality beneath. "When do you think to be able to get a hold of the Wyrmfoe?"
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(james)
Has another mission tonight (Warder's pack/Binary re: kin thing) but will send a message that they want to find him asap, and will drop by tomorrow to personally look for him. What's the best way to reach her/her pack?get biz card from her w/ her contacts and info
agrees to keep her updated
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** This will be simplified and explained to Eagle pack over pizza and totem phone to ensure clarity - thus, IC knowledge - before James goes in search of Barny to request a meeting between him and Virago et. al.
Posted by james at June 14, 2004 12:00 AM