Kalume Ungara.
Profiled in last month's Vanity Fair..."The children of power." Kalume's father is
the president of Liberia, so... life is good.
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According to our intel, he is at the moment
arranging the sale of a new nerve toxin
which is extremely lethal and
compact.
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There's an economic summit in Geneva
tomorrow night at the
Eagleson Center.----------------------------------------
We must imagine a region
free from unrest and famine and woe.
We must look to the future, and yet...
If this summit is to truly be about peace,
then there are many things we must let go...
Fear, anger,
recriminations from our past.----------------------------------------
Time to go. -This is Edgar, part of my
father's security team.
Try not to trip
on the pole up his ass.----------------------------------------
He's already into you. -Nothing I
hate more than an
entitled rich kid.
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Eyes inside? -No cameras installed.
I guess
he likes to keep his orgies on the D-L.-We'll be fine with audio.
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In resin form, the toxin can be shaped
and polished. The jewelry is a
self-contained detonator.----------------------------------------
Remember we stopped that attack by the
Volksfrei movement?
The corporate retreat.
-Wait. Didn't the Volksfrei do an
armed assault?
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Where'd you get that? -Uh, one of Kalume's gift bags. (reč je o nekoj odeći)
-Wow.
And you gave it up for little old me.-----------------------------------------------
Još mi je samo ovo ostalo. Za neke stvarni nisam sigurna, a ne bih da lupim. Stao mi je mozak.