Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Bokje]

Hello Micheal, How was your day?
Thank you for the beer. *holding my glass up*
Do you got some interesting news?

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YOU DON'T WANNA OPEN THIS DOOR!

[Banza]

*Micheal look at Phily, nod. Move attention to Annie* How are you Miss?
*But before Annie could even answer, Micheal contiune speaking*
New, you ask, mate? *Chukels*
Well, I heard one rumor...
*Take glass of beer, and drink half*
Large shipment of Queen gold is leaving this week Graves station. It is not heavly guarded, just light escort.
I was thinking, do we want die rich. What do you say chaps, and..erm *Look at Annie* Miss?

[Gabriel Gray]

A stranger walks into the bar.

*looks around* *turns to the barmen*

- "Would you be able to tell me where could i find Mr. Corruth?"

*barmen points at the second table on the right* *stranger walks to it, and directs his view towards Michael*

- "Mr. Corruth, i presume?"

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[Banza]

*Micheal stop talking. Looks upon the stranger.*
And who might be you, Mister ... I belive I did not heard your name?

[Gabriel Gray]

*still looking at Michael*

- "I did not say what my name is. Now, are you Mr. Corruth?"

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[Banza]

*Micheal stand up, and gets in the strangers face*
Now, Mister, I belive I did not heard your name? I dont stand when someone interferes while im talking to my friends.
*Pulls up his jacket and shows a gun*

[Gabriel Gray]

*stranger calmly looks Michael, opens his mouth and quietly whispers*

- "Sit down, before you hurt yourself... Or before i do it for you."

*Michael, surprised, sits down, and the stranger sits next to him and looks at everyone at the table*

- "Now, which of you... Is Mr. Corruth?"

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[Banza]

*Michael, surprised, looks at the stranger.*
I dont know who or what you are,but I will not tolarate this arogance.
*Michael, with more peacful tone*
I am mister Corruth, so who are you and want do you need?

[Gabriel Gray]

*Stranger looks at Michael*

- "So, it is you..."

*Stranger smiles*

- "My name... Is Sylar. And what i need is... Something you have..."

*Stranger rises his hand, and points it toward Michael like a gun, still smiling*

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[Banza]

*Everyone at the table look at strangers hand and starts laughing.*
Micheal: What are you do with that? Pick my eye out?