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Name: Derrick Anvil
Profession: CEO, Anvil Tech
Background: Derrick Anvil is the CEO of one of the largest arms and technological companies in the world and he tendes to make sure the entire world knows it. Whether he is flying in his private jets, driving his sports cars, or sailing his yachts, Anvil always goes with style!
Derrick leaned up against his stretch limo, sipping on a glass of champaigne watching as he watched an Anvil company jet slowly taxi into his private hangar, which was right in the middle of his personal airstrip on the southside of New Dallas. The grey and chrome jet finished it's slow 5MPH roll to the middle of the otherwise empty hangar.
Everything inside the hangar was basically white, from the inside walls and hangers to the very concrete itself. Several high tech repair bays were in the corner filled with any and every kind of device needed to fix his jets. He waited patiently as the jet powered down slowly. He rubbed his face and handed the champaigne glass to the butler who accompanied him everywhere.
"Geoffrey, do you think they really got her? The real one this time? Not that wannabe from France?" Derrick said calmly as he watched the passenger steps fold out and the cargo release hatch open. Four large armed men in sunglasses and black suits stepped from the plane. Derrick glanced over at Dan Steele, the head of this special 'task force', and said, "Well... did you get her?"
"We got her. The real her this time." Dan said as he walked towards him while the others headed back to the back of the plane and began to work on a package in the back.
Derick got very excited and said, "Well... let me see her... Come on... I waited long enough..." He watched as a crate about 4 foot tall, foot foot wide and deep was rolled out of the plane and moved on crate rollers towards the limo. The crate itself was riddle with small breath holes. It was white like everything else and made of a reinforced carbon alloy with the Anvil trademark on the side of it.
The four men began to unfasten the hatches and for Derrick... a man who had everything a man could ever want... was about to celebrate Christmas once again with this present he had acquired from overseas...
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Name: Derrick Anvil
Profession: CEO, Anvil Tech
Background: Derrick Anvil is the CEO of one of the largest arms and technological companies in the world and he tendes to make sure the entire world knows it. Whether he is flying in his private jets, driving his sports cars, or sailing his yachts, Anvil always goes with style!
Derrick leaned up against his stretch limo, sipping on a glass of champaigne watching as he watched an Anvil company jet slowly taxi into his private hangar, which was right in the middle of his personal airstrip on the southside of New Dallas. The grey and chrome jet finished it's slow 5MPH roll to the middle of the otherwise empty hangar.
Everything inside the hangar was basically white, from the inside walls and hangers to the very concrete itself. Several high tech repair bays were in the corner filled with any and every kind of device needed to fix his jets. He waited patiently as the jet powered down slowly. He rubbed his face and handed the champaigne glass to the butler who accompanied him everywhere.
"Geoffrey, do you think they really got her? The real one this time? Not that wannabe from France?" Derrick said calmly as he watched the passenger steps fold out and the cargo release hatch open. Four large armed men in sunglasses and black suits stepped from the plane. Derrick glanced over at Dan Steele, the head of this special 'task force', and said, "Well... did you get her?"
"We got her. The real her this time." Dan said as he walked towards him while the others headed back to the back of the plane and began to work on a package in the back.
Derick got very excited and said, "Well... let me see her... Come on... I waited long enough..." He watched as a crate about 4 foot tall, foot foot wide and deep was rolled out of the plane and moved on crate rollers towards the limo. The crate itself was riddle with small breath holes. It was white like everything else and made of a reinforced carbon alloy with the Anvil trademark on the side of it.
The four men began to unfasten the hatches and for Derrick... a man who had everything a man could ever want... was about to celebrate Christmas once again with this present he had acquired from overseas...