Posts Tagged: 'character:+tereska+wasserbach'

Jul. 8th, 2010


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"... like using a missile to break someone's knees."


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Who: Tereska Wasserbach and Bart Allen
When: Wednesday July 7, evening
Where: The Westin, Seattle
What: Tereska does some risk management
Status: Narrative; complete
Warnings: R for described violence and implicit murder.

i. security
Security cameras made it harder. Maybe.

A smile - a rare expression for her - flickered across Tereska's face as she methodically and carefully blanked the security cameras on Bart's floor. Money made an excellent companion to any effort to remove risks, and she'd bought the information that no one monitored the cameras at this hour; active monitoring waited for when there was more traffic in the hallways.

The cameras went off, and she crouched easily, biting through the doorknob and spitting it out into a bag - no sense in leaving DNA behind. She could eat metal, but it didn't do a lot for her.

There wouldn't be a camera in the room. In case, she had another blank-bomblet ready for it, but what they did on the sly in the love hotels wouldn't play on the top floor of the Westin.

The love hotels didn't supply the snuff trade, after all.

In a way, she's disappointed. )

May. 17th, 2010


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Who: Alistair Icenhour and Tereska Wasserbach
When: late in the day Monday, May 17, 2096
Where: Senate Offices of Katherine Athena
What: Alistair and Tereska discuss recent events
Status: Closed, Incomplete

Alistair had an open door policy meaning that when his door was open, anyone could come in. If it was closed, you'd better either have an appointment or a phenomenal emergency. It was open now as he sat at his desk and read the first pass of an appropriations bill; it didn't require much in the way of focus to parse through.

He looked at his bottle of water and sighed - it was nearly empty and he was lazily putting off getting up and walking the fifteen steps to the filter tank. Mondays seem to always be this way even if weekends had lost their meaning. There was just something tiring and draining about a Monday. If he didn't have three interns to drive into the ground, he'd have gone home an hour ago.