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[ Tiago wakes up in a snowdrift outside the main entrance to the castle. Not quite what he was expecting given his last fleeting memory was chasing a Nicaraguan arms dealer through the streets of San Salvador. Snow in mid June? Maybe he had been abducted and taken to somewhere in the Siberian wastelands?

But why here ... why not take him to a local prison cell?

Unless they didn't think he was worth the effort of interrogation. What with him being a rookie MI5 agent and all. Hey that works for him ... sometimes to get ahead in this game you had to be underestimated.

It was pointless even searching for a weapon on his person. His captors wouldn't go to this much trouble and leave him with that type of advantage.]

I hope this is worth the inconvenience

[He looks around from another way in ... he didn't trust the front door. It just screamed booby trap.]

OOC: As a loss Silva is now stuck in the body of his younger self. He now looks a little more fresh faced , not so blonde and believes he works for MI5 (Because hey he can't remember his time at MI6.)

Open for action or over the journal network.

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Pfft... It's never worth the inconvenience.

[Tiago spots the journal lying nearby ... he gives it a cautious glance before returning a reply.]

I get the feeling you might be right.

Interesting technology ... I don't suppose you have a direct line to your Soviet masters by any chance?

Soviet masters? [Confused Church is confused. What the hell might as well have some fun with it.]

Uh, I mean... Yeah, of course I do. Someone as important as I am, I like talk to the... head, master guy all the time.

You want me to pass on a message? Cause' it'll cost fifty bucks.

[Eyeroll.]

You'll have to forgive me old sport. It seems I left my wallet in my other jacket.

Perhaps we can come to another arrangement.

Ah man, that's a shame... you know the soviet masters are hard to get in touch with, not everyone has access like I do.

Yup, I'm pretty damn important around here. And you could have had a direct line for just fifty bucks.

I guess I'll just have to improvise.

A shame really ... It sounds like you're quite the big cheese around here.

Well, you seem like a decent guy... I guess I could cut you a deal. How about three payments of nineteen ninety nine?

Perhaps if you throw in a free pen to sweeten the deal.

Bonus points if it's an exploding pen.

I can add a T-shirt too if you like.

[He still has a couple of "Church Fan Club" shirts that Moriarty made for him.]

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