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Swith Witherward wrote:

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:Fortu breathed a sigh of relief. "Now what is your interest in VestCo?" he asked.

"My associates keep their own interests quiet, as do yours," she stated, not having moved from her position in front of him. She took a step closer.

"Of course, we are a bit more quiet than your associates. Surely that doesn't bother you," she was nearly pressed against him, "Or does it make you nervous, Mr. Fortu?"

She slipped long fingers along his shirt collar and pulled the material to reveal the connection point. "Don't lose your head, Mr. Fortu," she pouted, her face inches from his own. "That wouldn't be wise."

Naomi coughed as she opened the apartment door and the cigarette smoke hit her lungs. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of Fortu and the woman.

"S-sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt your date," she blushed.

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"She isn't a date. She is a business associate." Fortu said nervously.

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The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"She isn't a date. She is a business associate." Fortu said nervously.

"That's right. We're about to become very close business associates, aren't we?" She caressed his cheek again then walked towards Naomi.

The girl drew back, unsure of what to do. "I don't think-" she began to say, a bit cross.

"Of course you don't," the woman replied as she walked past her and down the hall.

Naomi watched her go then turned towards Fortu.

"What the f*ck?"

Swith Witherward wrote:"Of course you don't," the woman replied as she walked past her and down the hall.

The BranRiech wrote:Bran was going to find Naomi when he nearly bumped into the woman from earlier.

"Sorry." He mumble before continuing on his way. He walked into Fortu's room and found Naomi chatting.

"Hey who's that new lady?" He asked the two.

Swith Witherward wrote:"That's what I want to know," Naomi said. "They looked like they were going to kiss or something. Fortu?"

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The BranRiech wrote:Bran was going to find Naomi when he nearly bumped into the woman from earlier.

"Sorry." He mumble before continuing on his way. He walked into Fortu's room and found Naomi chatting.

"Hey who's that new lady?" He asked the two.

"That's what I want to know," Naomi said. "They looked like they were going to kiss or something. Fortu?"

The BranRiech wrote:

Swith Witherward wrote:"That's what I want to know," Naomi said. "They looked like they were going to kiss or something. Fortu?"

"She does seem . . . Flirtatious."

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The BranRiech wrote:
"She does seem . . . Flirtatious."

"You mean 'deadly', because... Fortu, what do you mean 'maybe'... Is she GSM?"

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"No...I'm not sure...did this room get smaller?" Fortu said wipeing the sweat from his forehead.

Swith Witherward wrote:

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"No...I'm not sure...did this room get smaller?" Fortu said wipeing the sweat from his forehead.

"Ugh, men!" Naomi threw her hands in the air as Bran left.



A search of the Internet would reveal VestCo to be a powerhouse private firm. They had acquired numerous companies over the years. Their interests seem to range from pharmaceuticals to earth moving machines to hotel chains. The only way to hurt them was to ferret out the companies they owned stock in. Towards the bottom of the page, almost overlooked amid the clutter, was InGen.

Swith Witherward wrote:Naomi helped herself to a glass of box wine, which she gulped in a single shot. "Holy crap, this place is getting so weird.

She watched Fortu print his pages. She would have giggled at the situation if things didn't make the hair on the back of her neck prickle. She had a second glass in a single gulp then put the box in the fridge.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head," she said and headed out the door.

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"If you see Gretta, ask her if she knows who the woman was." Fortu shouted out the door. Soon one of the walls looked like the work of a conspiracy theorist. Pages were linked with yarn and thumbtacks to cut out newspaper articles and photographs. Fortu's head was plugged into the computer while his body was working on the board.

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The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"If you see Gretta, ask her if she knows who the woman was." Fortu shouted out the door. Soon one of the walls looked like the work of a conspiracy theorist. Pages were linked with yarn and thumbtacks to cut out newspaper articles and photographs. Fortu's head was plugged into the computer while his body was working on the board.

Naomi walked the halls. "Gretta.... Grrrrrettttaaa..."

Inspiration struck her. Chaos? Sure, and she could get a scotch and soda.

She wobbled through the lobby and out into the street. If traffic hadn't of been light, she might have become a hood splatter. Chaos was just closing, but the demon at the door let her in.

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:Gretta said at a circular booth disscussing business with the scouts giving them orders.

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The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:Gretta said at a circular booth disscussing business with the scouts giving them orders.

Naomi ordered her scotch and soda and waved to Gretta.

"Hello," she said, wondering why there were a bunch of little girls in uniform.

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:The scouts drew weapons on the intruder. "Not here, put those away!" she scolded the Scouts. "Now Naomi, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" she asked.

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The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:The scouts drew weapons on the intruder. "Not here, put those away!" she scolded the Scouts. "Now Naomi, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" she asked.

"Mmmhmmm," Naomi said, oblivious to the guns and looking at both Grettas as she took another swig of her drink. "Fortu wants me to ask you if you know his girlfriend's name."

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"No I don't." Gretta said with disdain. She thought Naomi was refering to the new tenant that Fortu said not to eat.