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Post by Mandy on Aug 19, 2010 10:50:44 GMT -5
Mandy sighed, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. This had to be one of her oddest missions yet. <Kill an artist, during an art auction, in Canada of all places?> she chuckled. Still, money fuels her life, and she wasn't about to turn down a mission.
Mandy sat in the front row of the large room. On the elevated platform in front of her, countless paintings were being displayed. The auction was about to start, and her employer was paying big bucks to kill one John Upwood, a painter auctioning some of his work.
"Alright, we're ready to start," the auctioneer said. "Our starting artist for today is an up and coming artist from New York, Mr Michael Weiss. Please give him a warm welcome!" Mandy politely applauded as she went over her instructions. <Buy the very first painting, then buy John's painting. That's when I strike,> she smirked. Looking in her bag, she saw that the neurotoxin sheet was there, ready to go.
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Post by Splash on Aug 19, 2010 16:15:00 GMT -5
Mickey was quite proud of himself.
This painting, one of a waterfall at night with sparkling swirls decorating the landscape, with was one of his best works yet, even if he himself found it a bit... generic, and it was up for auction. He only wished Jon would've been there to see him selling his work, but he was sure his partner didn't want to have to deal with this sort of thing.
The man sighed, but the smile didn't leave his face. As he was called out, he grabbed his framed painting, walking onto the stage. He gave the crowd a little, nervous wave as set it up, then stood beside his work, waiting for the auctioneer to call the starting price.
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Post by Mandy on Aug 29, 2010 19:24:52 GMT -5
"Alright, bidding will start at one thousand," the auctioneer announced. "Do I hear one thousand?" Quite a few paddles went up in the audience, Mandy's included. Gradually, as the price went up by the hundreds, many dropped, till there were only two: Mandy's and another man. "I'll go as high as he will plus a hundred," Mandy muttered.
The other man folded at 43 hundred. "For 4300 dollars, this painting is yours!" the auctioneer announced. Smiling, Mandy got up from her seat and walked up the steps to the stage. "Thank you very much Mr Weiss," she said. Mandy extended a hand to him, but her mind was elsewhere, thinking about how to pull off Upwood's death
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Post by Splash on Aug 31, 2010 19:13:29 GMT -5
Splash grinned at Mandy, shaking her hand as he handed over the painting. "No, believe me, thank you."
And then a flash of her thoughts when through his mind.
The man had to try his hardest not to blanch, not to give any indication that he knew exactly what she was going to do. The touch-telepathy was both a blessing and a curse, and right now... right now it was so much more a blessing then ANYTHING else.
After he had handed over the painting and she'd gone back to her seat, he left the stage. He had been planning on going back into the back to wait and collect his money, but this... this was nagging at him, this was tearing at the edge of his stomach like a paper shredder. Or a very angry cat. He couldn't let her put her plan into action.
He was just glad he had his messenger bag with him.
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Post by Mandy on Sept 1, 2010 21:08:16 GMT -5
Mandy smiled at the man and took the painting. Inwardly, she was a little curious. The man had done a very good job of keeping a straight face, but had flinched a little when they had shook hands. <He knows something's up,> she mused. <Good, I like a little fun at work. Bring it, painter.>
As the session wore on, Mandy let her thoughts wander. She began to think about New York and Sarah. <Damn it'll be good to go home,> she smirked inwardly. <I've got some nice things planned for the two of us... It'll be good to be off duty for the next week before I have to go all the way to L.A. for that hit...>
"Alright, we've almost auctioned off all the paintings this evening with great success!" the auctioneer applauded. "Next up is a painting here by one John Upwood." John stepped forward with a rather abstract looking painting. As the auctioneer called out prices, Mandy kept her paddle high in the air. At the same time, she extracted the plastic sheet with the deadly neurotoxin and stuck the safe end to the palm of her hand. <Remember, shake the hand, take the painting, walk away. He'll be dead in a minute or so, so you'll have to be out of the building,> she thought.
"And it looks like, for 3700 dollars, the painting is yours!" the auctioneer announced. "Little ol' me, walking out of here with two nice paintings? What a steal!" she giggled. She walked up to the stage, scanning the crowd to see where the other painter from before was. Smiling, she walked towards John
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