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Date Posted: 18:33:48 01/09/06 Mon
Author: Remy
Subject: Silk suit, black tie, I don't need a reason why. They come runnin' just as fast as they can, cause every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man.
In reply to: Shaylin McAlistar 's message, "
You used to say that I was special, everything was right
But now you think I'm wearin' to much makeup and my dress is way to tight
You got no reason to be jealous, I've never been untrue
What does it matter if their lookin'?
I've only got eyes for you
" on 18:32:37 01/09/06 Mon

(He was one of seven agents working the junk-it that week, one of seven men who blended into the shadows and moved from room to room like shadows, taking notice of everything and leaving an impression on no one. He was wearing a hand-tailored black suit that accentuated his six foot seven frame, broad chest and muscular build. His hair was long again, shaggy and slightly curling at the ends, and his brown eyes were sharp and missed nothing in the room. He was assigned to protection detail, watching over the high-profile candidate Walter Boelyn and was a little pissed about being brought home from a much more important case in South Korea. He paused behind a door and lifted a hand idly to the back of his left ear, where a thin flesh-toned wire ran up to connect his ear piece. He listened to the chatter on the line before making his way into the vast auditorium, looking around with distaste. He didn't belong at a high society function like this, with a sedate .357 Smith and Wesson holstered at his shoulder and a white carnation in his breast pocket. He belonged in the jungle with a sniper rifle, bellied up to a cliff and picking off the enemy. His intelligent eyes scanned the area and he smiled as spotted his parter, Kyrian Sutherland, who gave him a haughty two finger salute. He shook his head a little and lifted a hand to absently scratch his nose with his middle finger in response, smirking when Kyrian laughed. Getting his mind back on business, he silently slipped back out of the auditorium and back into the hallway, he was monitoring the quieter back hallway that held the least protected entrances.)

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  • I'm the desperado underneath your window... -- Shay, 18:34:58 01/09/06 Mon
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