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Date Posted: 22:04:01 03/16/06 Thu
Author: Griogair
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Mairah Roderick 's message, "
I'm a survivor
" on 21:48:07 03/16/06 Thu

(He had thought about calling his father back and requesting more money when he got the directions to the hideout.. he was going to be putting a couple tanks of gas in his truck on the way there. He had brooded most of the way, going over the many motives he had for killing his father.. though the whole time something inside him was screaming that it was just wrong to kill the man - even though he was adament about his father being behind bars. In his khaki slacks and maroon dress shirt he looked every bit the part of the spoiled son of the rich warlord. He was tall, handsome and regal in his bearings, moved with confidence and masculine grace, and his eyes were sharp and intelligent as he walked up to the house and let himself in. He was in charge of things now, and he told the two men at the door this in Gaelic, taking their firearms and sending them out the door. He didn't need a bunch of damn guards with automatic rifles standing on his doorstep. He went up the arching staircase and spoke with the man at the end of the hall, who put him in touch with the man his father had sent him to see. It was like talking to tweedle dum, the man was about as cut out for this job as a two by four with a nail sticking out of it. He had allowed the man to prattle on about nothing for close to a minute before he pulled his gun and leveled it on the man, telling him to shut up and listen to him. He informed him that things had changed, that he was no longer needed and that he had orders to take the girl out of there. The man had paled and decided his life was more important than the money and pointed down the hall to where Mairah was being held. He motioned with the gun for the man to get out of there and watched him go before walking down the hall and letting himself into the room where the teen lay on the hard bed, and something in him shifted.. God, she was so thin.. his father had been right that these men couldn't take care of her. He cleared his throat to let her know that he was there, it was improper for him to be in there alone with her but that was just the way it was going to have to be.) I'm here to get you out of here. (He said softly in gaelic, shifting his weight in his expensive italian loafers, his wolfish grey eyes wandering from the girl to the window and back.. he wanted to get the hell out of the hideout.)

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