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Post by D.C.I Gene Hunt on Mar 16, 2008 5:50:35 GMT -5
*Gene was annoyed. Waiting for this Italian plod interrupted his drinking hour. What the powers that be were thinking with all these transfers he did not know. Still, it was someone else to do the dirty work.*
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Mar 16, 2008 5:56:52 GMT -5
*Commissario Guido Brunetti, recently transferred to Paris, entered the doors of Interpol. He was not happy about having to leave Venice and Italy, but the mob had made it impossible for him to stay there with his family. So the transfer to Paris had gone really fast. And now he was on his first day at work, in a new country.*
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Post by D.C.I Gene Hunt on Mar 16, 2008 5:58:46 GMT -5
*The door banged open to Gene's office.*
"Right, Bruschetta, you're late."
*He pointed to a desk.*
"Desk."
*A cell.*
"Cell"
*And then to himself.*
"Your lord and master, do you understand me?"
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Mar 16, 2008 6:05:31 GMT -5
*Guido smiled. He should have known. He had always heard that there were racists in France.*
"It's Brunetti. Sorry I'm late. The train from Rome was delayed."
*He placed his stuff at the offered desk. The picture of his family first. He smiled warmly, looking at the faces of his wife and two children. They made all of this worth it. He turned to his colleague again.*
"Do you have a name? Or should I just create one for you?"
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Post by D.C.I Gene Hunt on Mar 16, 2008 6:10:39 GMT -5
"Gene Hunt, your new D.C.I"
*He looked him up and down.*
"So, you are the new Detective Inspector."
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Mar 16, 2008 6:14:23 GMT -5
*He smiled warmly, Italian as he was.*
"Nice to meet you, D.C.I. Hunt. I am Commissario Guido Brunetti. Recently transferred from Venice after I cracked the last case about the mafia. 3 of the big sharks arrested."
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Post by D.C.I Gene Hunt on Mar 16, 2008 6:18:49 GMT -5
*Gene grunted in response.*
"Right, well just don't get any of my men killed and we will be friends."
*He took out a bottle of whiskey.*
"Drink?"
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Mar 16, 2008 6:21:30 GMT -5
"I'll do my best to avoid that."
*Guido smiled. In Italy, drinking was only allowed after work. He was not sure how things were in France. But he didn't want to be rude.*
"Yes, please."
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Post by D.C.I Gene Hunt on Mar 16, 2008 6:24:23 GMT -5
*Gene poured a generous measure of whiskey into two glasses. At least the man drank.*
"Right, well it's a question of balance keeping. We keep the people happy, they don't go around killing each other. If they do..."
*He downed his glass.*
"That is where the kicking begins."
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Mar 16, 2008 6:27:54 GMT -5
*Guido downed his glass as well, with an appreciating smile when he felt the taste of the whiskey.*
"I can understand that. The mafia gave me reasons to kick. Especially when they tried to kill my family."
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Post by D.C.I Gene Hunt on Mar 16, 2008 6:48:41 GMT -5
"Easier to knock take the ball and chain, the ladies love a policeman."
*Gene sniffed and glanced over to the door.*
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Mar 16, 2008 7:02:29 GMT -5
*Guido smiled.*
"I'm happy as long as I have the love of my wife and children."
*He stretched.*
"So, do we have any cases going on?"
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Post by D.C.I Gene Hunt on Mar 23, 2008 9:39:05 GMT -5
*Gene shrugged.*
"None that I can see, which is fine by me."
*He glanced darkly around the room.*
"So long as the crooks keep themselves to themselves I am happy."
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Mar 23, 2008 10:26:46 GMT -5
*Guido leaned comfortably back in his chair, smiling to the picture of his wife and children.*
"Is it always this quiet here?"
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Post by Leetah on Mar 24, 2008 13:36:41 GMT -5
*A beautiful young woman entered through the door. She had long, dark, curly hair falling down her back, and her beautiful light green eyes were shimmering in the sunlight from the window. She was dressed in a long dress that matched the color of her eyes. When she saw the two men, she stopped, a little unsure of who to turn to.*
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