A Quick Getaway

[Lara]

The CIA's finally on to me. I've got to leave the country. Or hide out in the last place they'll think to look for me.

If they come asking, I hope you guys will be willing to cover for me. To aid anyone who is, here's my cover story. Memorize it as best you can, and then burn this message.

I'm going camping for the weekend, starting immediately after I get home from work tomorrow (Friday). I won't be returning until it's safe Sunday, upon which I have work again. I may or may not return to the campground once work is complete.

That is all. I take my leave around 1100 hours to cement my alibi, that I was at work.

Once again, I take my sudden departure. This time, my journey begins on Friday morning, and I'll be returning some time Sunday or so.

I mention this because it's part of the reason why I won't be making any roleplay posts tonight or tomorrow.

Mission accomplished~.

[[Soma]]

How about We say you fell down a well, some where in Nebraska!

[Fate Flyer]

Darn CIA. They're tricky bastards, lol.

Awesome! Hope you have a great time camping, Lara! That should be fun.

[Kædai]

Psh. The CIA can't catch me.

I'm too ninja!



Have fun Lara! Don't forget to write!

[Guest]

The CIA's finally on to me. I've got to leave the country. Or hide out in the last place they'll think to look for me.

Word to the wise: Mexico and Bolivia are both bad places to vacation if you're wanted by the CIA. Ask Leon Trotsky and Che Guevara.

[Lara]

I fully agree, Seuss, that Mexico is definitely not the place to be when you're wanted.

Luckily, my hideout remains safe from discovery. Naturally, I cannot tell you where it is, in case I need to retreat there again, but for the moment the coast is clear.

Hi.

[Adrius Frostglare]

*hands out a card secretly to Lara*

They won't follow you to El Salvador...

Bunk there...

It'll cost you, though. I want 20% cut of whatever you're selling.

You know what, let me see it.

*looks into illegal crate and smiles*

...Perfect... perfect... the black market will be pleased with your contribution of...

>_>

<_<

tofu!

The meat-eating government will never know...

[Lara]

You've found me out?

Alright, who snitched? *suspicious glances all around*

... ... ...

Well, I guess a 20% cut isn't that bad. And you're alright.

Okay, take it.

[Adrius Frostglare]

Pleasure doing business with ya, Miss Lara. The disguised escort vehicle awaits.

*points to ice cream truck*

[Lara]

No wonder I thought that ice cream truck was so lame!

It needs to make a better attempt to sound like an ice cream truck, Adrius. Talk to your people, 'cause seriously, a buzzer is not a proper ring. They'll find out in no time.

[Adrius Frostglare]

O RLY?!

*takes out a control and clicks it*

*catchy ice cream music plays*

How you like them apple-flavored Popsicles?

[Lara]

A double ruse? You amaze me more and more, Adrius. I can see this potential partnership may end up working out after all next time I leave town.

[Adrius Frostglare]

Yeah, just be warned not to use the music when skimming through the suburbs. The wave of children that come at you will drag unwanted attention.

Big time.

Plus, the little snots always want blueberry and I never carry any.

[Lara]

I'll definitely keep that in mind. Wouldn't want to be slowed down unnecessarily.

Blueberry? That's got to be a codeword.

[Adrius Frostglare]

It's my codename for these operations.

[Dio the Awesome]

It appears that you've been living... Two lives.

In one life, you're the forum goer Lara. You joined on June 22nd, and have been a respectable member ever since. You follow length rules, you never flame, and you, help new users with the forum.

In your other life, you're a rambunctious camper. You've broken virtually every camping regulation we have a law for. One of these lives, can not exist. And all we ask is the you never leave these forums. Do we have an understanding?

[Lara]

Ah, I knew I'd be found out eventually...

You ask too much. How about I rarely leave the forums, and make sure that everyone knows when I do? That way, only one life exists at a time.

[Dio the Awesome]

What good is a phone call when you're... unable to speak?

[Lara]

That sounds like a threat.

You forget, I've been doing this for years. I'll find a way.

[Lara]

UPDATE!

I've updated my first post as well, but I'm going away early Friday, this time to the remote state of Maine. Maine may or may not be a code word.

It's there that I'll be meeting up with some contacts of mine.

Our rendezvous shall only last until Sunday. Any longer and we risk being spotted and caught.

[Adrius Frostglare]

That Smith parody quote was GREAT.


And La- oh, wait. No, I'm assigning you the codename "LAWL" from now on.

LAWL, when you reach "Maine", go to the docks. There, you will find a black car. Inside that black car, there is a note with an address, a date, and a time. Follow those coordinates and speak with the contact there. Once you do, set the location on fire. Follow the contact and your escort vehicle will be there.

Oh, and when you do...

*tosses the keys to the ice cream truck*

Tell him to order the damn blueberry ice-cream next time. That way, if something DOES go down, we at least compensate the wasted time with profit.

[Lara]

Will do. *pockets the keys*

If I need to contact you due to... complications, I'll refer to you with the codename Snow.

[Adrius Frostglare]

I be BLUEBERRY! BLUE-BERRY!

Well, Frosty Blueberry is the full name of the flavor, so I guess that works for it, too...

[Lara]

Blueberry it is, then. If I had known you already had a codename for yourself, I would have asked. o:

Ach, I have to pack some time today.

[Adrius Frostglare]

Put "the goods" in the freezers to avoid suspicion.

[Kalon Ordona II]

Byee, Lara! Have fun!

Oh! uh, I mean...

>.>
<.<
*kchhhhh!* H.Q.! i've got eyes on the suspects... *kchhh*

Stand by, keep in cover, repeat, you are NOT authorized to apprehend, over?

*kchh* H.Q., the suspects are conversing near a. blue. ice-cream-truck. It also has colorful pictures on it. They appear to be preparing to part ways, please advise. *kchhh*

Follow the girl, leave Blueberry to us, over?

*kchhhh* Affirmative. Agent out. *kchhh*

*puts walkie-talkie away* Next time, Blueberry... next time.... *looks toward 'the girl' * "Laaaawl," is it, my little miscreant? *rubs hands together* Special Agent promotion, here I come.

[Lara]

Blueberry, I just wanted to mention that your messages have been coming through loud and clear.

(A.k.a., I've been seeing the word 'blueberry' everywhere I look. But these parenthesis are in code. Secretly. Shh.)

No problems on my end. I don't think I've been followed. (>.> <.<)

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