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Silver Sable	Silver Sablinova is the sort of person who caters to the security needs of billionaires and petty warlords. People who've got connections, influence. Most importantly: Money. So it's a bit of a change for the silver-haired woman to be standing in a converted loft apartment, hands tucked into the oversized pockets of her signature silver trenchcoat. She's dressed professionally, in high-waisted pressed slacks, tan, and a sleeveless white blouse under it. She sports stylish creamsicle-orange pumps that bump the look from 'office causal' to a sense of true personal style. Her jacket must breathe well, or she's got an insane tolerance for the late spring heat. Maybe both. It's weighted down like she keeps heavy objects in the pockets. "I don't like outsourcing my mistakes," Silver tells Fiona with a grimace. Her cultured Symkarian accent is a clipped diction, but precise and understandable. "We were ready for kidnappers, but not runaways. No one even mentioned the possibility of Stockholm Syndrome." She digs in a pocket for a photo prinout and slides it across the table to Fiona. "Amelie Klekos," she explains, and gestures at the olive-skinned girl in the photo. "INTERPOL recovered her from her kidnappers six weeks ago. My people were retained for personal security. She ditched her escorts and fled to New York from Westchester. We pulled what we could from her personal social accounts and we think she's meeting up with her kidnapper, here. But we need local expertise." Silver fixes Fiona with a level expression. "You and your team come highly recommended, Ms. Glenanne."
Fiona Glenanne	Fiona doesn't even blink. She listens. "I could call them, though right now I'm the one you're meeting with" Fi says, her tone neutral, a New York City accent, and an edge of danger. She doesn't like kidnappings. She likes kidnappers even less. Studying the photo, Fiona nods silently, "Then I for one will help. Even if my team don't, I'm capable. Now, we come recommended, yes. But we have a certain...." she pauses, "Method to how we work. So" Fi nods "If you let us do what we have to in order to....what? Recover the girl? Kill the kidnappers? Hide any evidence?" she asks and nods to Silver again. "My contacts have more information on her" she says gesturing to the photo and pushing over a small flash drive. "I contacted a few associates who were able to pull information. Your people made a good start, so thank you. My friends built off of that and you'll find quite a lot of information on there about Amelie, message history, school records, travel itineraries, bank transactions, you name it" Fiona nods. "Now....we know who we're after. Just not what we're doing" WWith that, Fiona falls quiet and waits. Waits to be told precisely what to do. The elephant in the room is payment. She's not so heartless as to demand a few million. Then she looks puzzled. "How did she slip your people, exactly? I saw nothing about covert training anywhere on her. I'm wondering if your security people were compromised" Fi says softly, thinking just how somebody like Amelie would lose security and run to New York.
Silver Sable	"I want her back," Silver clarifies. "Unharmed is preferable. She's..." Silver sighs. "She's a stupid child trying to rationalize a terrifying situation. She thinks she's in love with her kidnapper. We think it's this character, Alex Prsyznski," she says, and sets another photograph in front of Fiona. A thoroughly disreputable looking fellow, with dark hair, brooding brows, and the sort of looks that some might see as 'rugged'. Silver steps away to look out a window, arms folded under her breasts. "She slipped out through a bathroom window. It never even occurred to us she might want to flee. That's usually the sort of thing that the hiring family *tells* us. We're not mind-readers." "But, her parents will certianly blacklist me if my response is 'I went to the constables'," she remarks. "I'd prefer to face this 'fuckup' as Americans say, with at least the protectee in hand. Proactive problem solving." She looks back at Fiona. "Given your knowledsge of the city's criminal ecosystem, I'd appreciate you taking point on the investigation. I'll be your shadow. Whatever you need-- vehicles, weapons, bribes. I don't care." A hand slashes through the air. "I want that girl back."
Fiona Glenanne	Fi shakes her head and sighs. "Use it as a learning experience. Go in. Get Amelie back. Take out the kidnappers. Well" she says. "There's an easy way to do this, and a hard way, and a creative way. Now,what's the timeframe?" Fi asks, adjusting her dark red blousee a little. "Because one is doable in a few weeks, the other takes months, and the third is...wel.....dangerous" Fi adds and listens. "Very well...you want the girl back. That, my team and I can certainly do. Do we know where she is?" Fi asks, "As in, where she's staying? I may be able to figure it out if I know roughly where she's staying" Already Fi's getting an idea, reach out to her contacts in the city. "I'll need somebody good at tracking. I was going to suggest a GPS tracker on Amelie. Something tells me that the family would rather enjoy knowing their their daughter is, just for peace of mind. However....there are other ways to track her" Fi says, snapping a picture of the photo and sending it off. "Now, my question is this.....do you care what happens to the kidnapper, because if not...." Fi says, letting the unspoken words hang in the air. Fi after all has a reputation really. She'll odo what it takes to protect the innocents. And especially younger siblings.
Silver Sable	"The time frame is: Immediately, if not sooner," Silver tells Fiona. "She's a spoiled fourteen year old girl deluded into the belief that she's in love with a violent criminal. She won't last long, even *if* he returns her affections." "Frankly, I consider him-- and his allies-- expendable. Their welfare is far inferior to Amelie's." "As for location... it's hard to say. Somewhere Alex won't stand out," she says. "I'd guess one of the Balkan neighborhoods. His English is heavily accented. Ridgewood, in Queens, might be a good place to start making some discreet inquiries. He cooperates with the local kingpins. You know-- bringing girls from Ukraine to America. That sort of thing. HUman trafficking. Drugs, sometimes, and weapons. He's a slippery bastiche," she remarks. "INTERPOL's missed him a few times. Usually throws one of his people onto their sword and runs off to leave the constables floundering. He's the sort of thug who gives mercenaries a bad name. I'd like to shoot him just on professional standards alone."
Fiona Glenanne	Fiona runs Silver's list through her head. "I have my car, but disposable cars are good. Weapons are useful. Give your team whatever they need to get this girl back. I'm going to need explosives, I plan to remove any evidence" Fi says and jumps up. "Let's go. My car's outside. Do you wanna ride with me or, take your own car. I know the nearest Balkan neighborhood. I have friends in some.....interesting places" Fi admits, grabbing her keys and jacket, checking the holster and looking ready to go. "It's better if it's just us. Can you fake being a Russian or Balkan in their bars and streets?" Fi asks, looking serious. "It'd probably work better if you could, though if I vouch for you and knowing a few big shot Mafiya people...." Fi smiles dangerously. "It'll get you out of trouble. Ah, I know who he is, Alex is a slippery son of a bitch. I know there's a few kingpins who secretly want him dead but won't do a thing because he pays too well. That, and they like young girls" Fi says disgustedly. "I've a mind to make sure they go down as well" Fiona adds clenching her fists once she's pocketed her keys. "Let's go see what we can find out?" she asks with a grin.
Silver Sable	"My car's outside," Silver explains, and tilts her head to the parking spots out back. "I've some hardware in the car. I was hoping we might get to do an armed extraction. But I packed light, just to play it safe." She follows Fiona out to the parking lot. "And yes, I speak fluent Russian and Ukrainian. Can't even hear the accent. My Serbian isn't as good," she admits. "Hopefully that won't be a hangup. I usually pass myself off as Ukrainan when I'm incognito." She moves to the back of a parked SUV, notable for how pristine it looks compared to some of the junkers in the lot. The trunk's opened at a rat-tat-tat of Silver's knuckles and she withdraws two heavy plastic storage boxes from the vehicle, and curls her fingers around a duffel bag. The loadout's brought over to Fiona's ride and distributed as needed. "If we need more than this, something's gone very wrong," Silver says, wryly. "Weapons and explosives in one case, combat gear in the other. Are we ready, then? Where's our first stop?"
Fiona Glenanne	Fiona parks aftr driving to Ridgewood. It's not that long of a drive, and she's called in some 'favors'. Interestingly, the Romanians, the Bulgarians, the Estonians and Latvians are keen to help. Fi's got help on this one, contacts in each community that sent her information. Glancing at the loadout, Fiona has to laugh. "You brought everything I need. Let's get in there" Fiona says. The building turns out to be a run down, dive bar sort of place where the local criminal element hangs out. Fi gets her name called by the bartender and smiles. "Hey" she says and nods to Silver. "I'm showing my friend around the city" she says and is offered a drink. Politely declining it, she finds a table and waves over a heavy set Russian guy. She'd spoken to him on the drive over and he nods. "I have some....friends" he says with a thick accent. "Friends who hurt bad man" he adds as Fi nods. "I've worked with the Russians before" Fi says and looks to Silver. "You can trust these people" she says dropping Alex's name. That gets the place in an angry uproar. Apparently.....he's not well liked. Good to know. Fi asks the obvious. Where can we find him. Next question. How many of you want him dead? That'd be most of the Ukranians. A short, balding man approaches their table. "He took my daughter when she was very little" the balding man says as Fiona grits her teeth. "I give you ten million American to kill him" This just turned....more....into a hit. Fi's not usually the one to kill people. But now. This is personal. "I'm here to get Amelie back" Fi says as the balding man's face lights up. "I help her escape men with guns.I protect her and Alex find out. Alex kill my wife" the balding man says as Fi looks to Silver. "I won't turn down free money and a chance to help my people" Fi says. "You want to find out anything more, I'll move the car. i wouldn't want it towed" she says. Which is code for going to check the loadout and prepare things. She's leaving Silver to find out information....but she'll be outside, with a view into the place. And a gun at the ready.
Silver Sable	Silver's done something to her trenchcoat en route. It goes to a more muted shade of grey, rather than being reflective. Some fancy treatment, perhaps? She still stands out, but no one's going to remember Fiona's companion as 'that blonde woman in a silver coat'. Just another hard-nosed merc type. Mostly, while Fiona's doing her thing, Silver just glowers at people. The scars on her knuckles tell more of a story of violence than words ever could. Then it's her turn to press people for details, while Fiona steps out to check on the vehicle. By the time Glenanne comes back, Silver's apparently made a few fast friends. Liquor and comments are flowing, and she gets to her feet to join Fiona when the slender brunette returns. Silver steps aside with Fiona.She glances speculatively at the Irish woman as the balding fellow returns to his drink. "If he's got ten mil US for a hit, then I'm the Queen of France," Silver sniffs. "I imagine we'd find the check is in the mail when we came to collect." "But, it seems we have some allies here. A few of these men, former military. One of them was with intelligence services in Czechoslovokia." She nods at a fat fellow drowning himself in whiskey at the bar. "Expats." She looks back to Fiona. "They're dug in at a tenement six blocks from here. Gang uses the building for drugs, girls, prostitution. Shipping-and-receiving. If she's in the city, she's probably there. Cops don't go around that area." She folds her arms across her stomach and rolls her weight over her left foot, giving Fiona a flat look. "We could call cops. Wait for FBI. Hopefully they don't rabbit. Or, we go in and get her ourselves. Fifty thousand dollars for the wildest thirty minutes of your life?" she inquires, lips curling into a suggestive smile. "Getting in won't be hard. Getting out might get interesting. I think I like my odds against a bunch of former Communist thugs. But I could use a good gun hand."
Fiona Glenanne	Fi taps a foot with a grin. "I say we go in and do it ourselves" she says and nods. "Well go in with the help of those former military guys in the bar" she says putting a call to the bar they are outside of....and grins as the bar empties. "Okay how well armed are the thugs? I got an idea to get Amelie safe. Trick Alex, lure him inside, get Amelie safe, and blow up the tenement block?" she asks with a smile. Starting up the car, Fi grins more and merges into traffic, she's forming an idea.....but isn't quite sure how to trick Alex into giving up Amelie. "I'd be willing to bet that's ten million rubles by the way" Fi says with a smile. "That's like ya said, more likely" Heading to the tenement block, Fi stops a block or two away, scoping out the area as she's pretending to study a map....though really she's keeping an eye on things. "The bartender back there served in Chechnya and knows where to find most things Soviet made, he's still hanging on to the glory days of the USSR" Fi adds, "But he's a good man, works hard, keeps his street trouble free. He had two drug dealers executed when he found out they'd been selling to teenagers. God help the guys in that block if they get on his bad side" she admits and falls silent, reaching back and taking a gun, "It's tooo dangerous to go in the front. So....we don't need much explosive. Just enough to scare them" Fi adds with a knowing smile. "Just enough to get them rattled, then....." she nods with a laugh, "I'd rate my chances against a lot of former Communist thugs too. Especialy with what seems like half of Queens Balkan residents at our backs, too" Fi grins wider. "The problem is how to get Amelie out of there?" Fiona muses, her eyes not leaving Silver as Fiona talks.
Silver Sable	Silver removes her jacket and starts strapping into a combat harness. It's high-end gear, grey colored. It looks well-used, too, and she glances around to make sure no one's watching the two of them getting strapped in the alley. "I would guess this building's full of gunmen with too much testosterone," she tells Fiona, squinting up at the building. The fire escpaes have rusted off in places, leaving inaccessible spots on the windows. "Much as I'd welcome the help, bringing in a platoon of drunken expats seems dangerous. I think we can handle this, the two of us," she tells Fiona. Fiona picks up a compact, wickedly dangerous looking rifle and attaches a suppressor to it. She looks like she knows what she's doing. Some of the guns are so sleekly latest-gen that it's possible even Fiona hasn't handled them yet. "Could set a distraction up front. If these were private sector, I'd say fake a building fire. I don't imagine they'll leave for anything less than flames licking around their doors, however." "Alternatively, I have breaching charges, and they don't usually put a guard on the emergency exit doors. I can jam their cell phones and we can kill the local power at the junction box. Blind, deaf, no command and control. Thoughts?"