Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 20:39:18 GMT -6
It’d been the end of another exciting but rough day at Sawmill, Zacharie sat at his desk, in his room. Papers from his most recent intelligence capture spread out upon it. On the corner of the desk his cigarette idly burned in its tray. The smoke rose up in to the light of the table lamp that sat on the back of the desk. It was going to be one of those evenings, he supposed. Maybe a good cup of vodka or gin on the rocks to relax at some point, he felt a little more on edge than usual.
“Hm. Now this is interesting.” He picked up one of the papers and examined it closer. It appeared to be something about a new type of weapon?
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 21:00:03 GMT -6
As she made her way down the hall, Fran couldn't help but notice Zacharie's door open. Does she go in or not? That's the big question. Content as she would have been to leave him to his own affairs, she was interested in the latest contents of the blue briefcase. Maybe just a quick stop then. She knocked lightly on the door frame. "Hello? You have the intel in here?"
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 21:03:32 GMT -6
He looked up from his paper and was a little surprised to find Fran there. “Ah, yes.” Zacharie put it down on his desk. “I was just checking the contents.” With one hand he gestured to the papers, with the other he picked up his cigarette again and took a quick drag. “Nothing too interesting, other than this.” He tapped on the piece he was previously examining.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 21:15:33 GMT -6
She stepped inside after a moment of hesitation. Fran felt the slightest stirring of unease, the two of them being in here alone together. Surely it was improper for a lady to be alone in a gentleman's room like this. Then of course, she hardly considered Zacharie much of a gentleman so she supposed this didn't count. She left the door wide open just to be safe. "What...exactly am I looking at here?" Picking up the paper, she moved it into the light to take a closer look. It definitely looked like blueprints of some sort, but Fran couldn't make out much beyond that.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 21:24:52 GMT -6
Zacharie on the other hand didn’t care too much; his room at this point had really become a cramped little workspace. Books were piled on his bed as well as other papers. Among them was his small notebook that he usually kept in his coat pocket as well.
“To be honest, I’m not quite sure myself.” He ashed his cigarette on the tray and set it down. “This must be just one part of a bigger blueprint I’m sure. It might be worthwhile letting our resident engineer take a look at it.” Zacharie reached up and tapped the back of the paper as she held it. “Right about here, look, there’s the mechanisms for a trigger and a chamber. Perhaps it’s a firearm of some sort.”
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 21:36:35 GMT -6
"Yes..." Fran looked to where he pointed, desperately trying to look like she knew what she was doing and that anything on the page made an ounce of sense to her. In reality, it was little more than lines on paper. And this was exactly why these sorts of things were best left to Eunice. "You suppose this was made by the BLU engineer?" Fran hadn't met him personally yet, but she'd faced enough of his sentries to know he was quite good at his job.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 21:40:08 GMT -6
“Very possible.” He reclined in his chair, looking thoughtfully at the remaining papers on his desk. Zacharie paused as he went for his cigarette again, turning to look at Fran’s expression. “Do you…” He raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “Know what the parts of a gun even look like?”
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 21:48:21 GMT -6
"Wha- Of course I do!" She decided the best way to cover her surprise was to be completely offended that he could even suggest such a thing. She crossed her arms, paper still in hand. "I mean, you know, I don't use them very often...or at all really...but I most certainly know what they look like!" Her words were so firm she almost believed them herself.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 21:55:27 GMT -6
“Really?” He said, seeming like he was satisfied with the answer. “Because you look like you were pretending you knew what you were looking at there.” It was kind of amusing to him, what would a Medic know about firearms anyway? Typical.
“Allons-allons.” He tuted, shaking his head at bit and grinning. He picked up his cigarette from the tray.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 22:05:23 GMT -6
"Yeah well...you...I mean...You said you didn't know what it was either!" Look at him, sitting there with his smug little grin. He probably loved watching her fumble around to find an excuse for her ignorance. It was far too late to back out now. She'd have to stick with with the lie, anything not to give him yet another reason to laugh at her.
Fran slammed a hand on his desk. "You want proof?" Whoa, slow down there Fran-- But the words had already left her mouth. There is no hole on this earth that Franciska Olander could not make deeper.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 22:10:04 GMT -6
His grin widened a bit; it seemed a little too devious. Reclining in his chair, he reached into the top draw of his desk. He placed one of unloaded revolvers on the desk space between them. “Yes.” Zacharie’s tone was almost as smug as his grin. He didn’t say anything else; he wanted to see what she would do next. The spy only assumed she’d just throw an excuse at him and walk off in a huff.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 22:36:30 GMT -6
I wonder if throwing it at his face would buy me enough time to get out of here... Fran wondered as he set the revolver on the desk. No, she had to see this through. Think. There had to be a way to outsmart him...
She reached out and very gingerly picked up the weapon. She turned it over in her hands a couple times, mind racing to find either an answer or a good excuse. "So this is..." Fran's eyes darted over to the spy's face again. No, she couldn't let him win this one. Suddenly, an idea hit her.
"Den gevärspipa." She pointed to the barrel. "And this is den grepp." She spoke a bit more confidently as she gestured toward the grip. It was here where her knowledge failed her, but Fran didn't stop.
"Tärningar, sjöodjur, skrivbord, vigsel..." She rambled off a list of random words as she indicated each part of the gun, careful to pick words she was pretty sure he wouldn't know. Once she decided she'd proven her point, she placed it back on the desk, folded her arms once again, and returned his expression with a self-contented smile of her own. Dear god please let him buy it...
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 22:51:50 GMT -6
Zacharie sat quietly as she named the 'parts' of the revolver, his grin fading into a look of mild surprise. He didn’t quite expect for her to name the parts of the gun in Swedish but… she did. And he certainly didn't know any of those words. He sat in silence for a moment before picking the revolver back up. He opened it, spun the barrel and snapped it shut with a flick of his wrist. For no real reason, it was more like a nervous tic of his. “Pretty good.” Something didn’t sit right with him. “But it’s unfortunate that you don’t know any of the English terms I suppose.”
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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 23:01:46 GMT -6
Fran could have laughed out loud as he sat and listened in dumbfounded silence. Somehow or another it looked like she'd managed to bluff her way out of this one. She took a step backwards and leaned on the wall opposite the desk. "Well, maybe you can show me sometime." She allowed herself another self-congratulatory smile. Way to go Fran, you've done it again!
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 23:19:23 GMT -6
“Perhaps.” He opened up his drawer and placed the revolver back where he took it from. “In return, you could teach me something.” Zacharie put out his cigarette after one last drag and sat more upright in his chair. “I want to improve my Swedish. How does that sound? Knowledge for knowledge. I could even teach you to shoot the damn thing, which I am very certain you haven’t.”
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