The part of John Shaft will be played by Hasan Kemal

["Hasan Kemal" <hasan_kemal@hotmail.com>]

(cue funk guitar line)

Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the chicks?
HASAN!
Damn right!

Who is the man that would risk his life for his brother man?
HASAN!
Can you dig it?

Who's the cat that won't cop out when there's danger all about?
HASAN!
Right On!

They say this cat Hasan is a bad mother...
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I'm only talkin' 'bout Hasan.
THEN WE CAN DIG IT!

He's a complicated man but no one understands him like his woman.
HASAN KEMAL!

Umm... anyway, this is from Pasha Kemal's P.O.V.  He is the man in the 
unmarked uniform who enters, in case the lack of names get confusing.

WARNING:  CONTAINS SEXUAL SITUATIONS.  MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.  If you aren't 
sure if you are a mature audience or not, ask Jeon.

EPISDODE 1

You walk through the Wooden Double Doors.

Kaitain Gentlemen's Club
The room opens up into a wide arena of cigar smoke and alcohol. Scattered 
throughout the room are many tables and booths. The back wall is dominated 
with a well stocked bar, paneled in cherry wood and cut decored glass. On 
the left side of the bar is a scarlet red staircase leading to a second 
level.

Players:

Guenter

Objects:

Samantha


The double doors open just enough to allow a man in an unmarked uniform to 
slip in. He scans the corners of the room warily.
He leans in the corner of the entranceway, hands at his sides, relaxed, 
waiting for something to happen.

>look samantha

	You see a young innocent girl. Your eyes look up and see bright red hair 
that frames the delicate white skin of her face. Her eyes are slight slits 
with emerald inlaid irises and delicate cheekbones. She is wearing a simple 
black dress that allows one to see her long graceful legs.

(just type sam to get her attention)

>sam

Samantha turns around, looks at Hasan and laughs.

Hasan's hand flashes to his nasty-looking knife.

Guenter sits at a booth, looking quite disheveled. A large cup of coffee 
sits steaming upon the table's surface as he scans over a pile of purchase 
orders. Steel blue eyes look up from the paperwork to eye the patron, seeing 
the hand go for the knife, a smile flashes across his perfect teeth.

Guenter calls out, his voice blending together as the artificial voice box 
speaks with a metallic reverb, "If you break it, you've bought it."

Hasan's expression does not change as the girl stops laughing. He resumes 
his earlier pose, a picture of patience. After a long pause: "Sounds like a 
bargain to me." The girl hurries into the back.

Guenter's smile fades to more of a smirk as he returns to his work, "It 
doesn't matter to me, just another paycheck I don't have to write." He 
sighs, shuffling through some papers, pausing for a moment to take a drink 
from his coffee cup.

Hasan jackknifes himself off of the wall with a roll of his shoulders. He 
takes a step towards the center of the room, where he can get a better look 
at the man in the booth.

>look Guenter

Darkly tanned, and sun cracked skin mark this man. His hair is a shock of 
white upon his head, bleached by sun to the point of nearly completly 
obsfuscating of the golden waves that once marked his distinguished 
appearance. Steel blue eyes shoot out from atop always smiling cheeks. He is 
dressed to the height of fashion, though no designation of house service is 
evident.
When he speaks, his voice carries with an eerie metallic reverb, the only 
evidence of the near fatal wound to the throat he had taken not too long 
ago. It is said that the hands tell the story of a man's life, though these 
hands tell of nothing but a life of luxury and little work. Perhaps a 
painter or a pianist would be better fit for these hands then the man who 
bears them. His hands are richly appointed with a brilliant golden wrist 
watch, and several rings, one of with a rather prestigous mark from a school 
of great reknown.

Guenter just looked at you.

Hasan speaks with a flat voice. "Hello."

Guenter's eyes look to the man's belt, and the knife which hangs there, not 
to the man, "Ahm, hello." He returns to his work, not liking disturbances at 
this point.

Hasan, unfazed by the treatment from the Ix-voiced man, speaks sharply, as 
if he is speaking on behalf of the knife. "I seek a friend."

Guenter looks up, finally seeing who this annoyance is, if he should know 
him. Instant recognition is marked by a raised eyebrow and a friendly smile. 
"Ahm, 'friends' are arranged through a different office, though I might be 
able to arrange something...Did you have a particular girl in mind? I assume 
you /are/ looking for a /woman/.."

Hasan's face cracks in a half-smile that looks like one side of his face has 
been suddenly palsied. "No. What you have in
mind would make me a necrophiliac /and/ a sodomite. I am neither." He shifts 
his weight slightly. His voice shows that he is bored with the wordplay, and 
sounds a bit like he is just waking up from a nap, "I hear a dead friend has 
resurfaced in this locale.  Tell him I'm looking for him."

Without waiting for a reply, the Pasha  turns and leaves.



EPISODE 2:  The Shake-Down

You walk through the Wooden Double Doors.

Kaitain Gentlemen's Club (Kaitain)(#1906RLt)
The room opens up into a wide arena of cigar smoke and alcohol. Scattered 
throughout the room are many tables and booths. The back wall is dominated 
with a well stocked bar, paneled in cherry wood and cut decored glass. On 
the left side of the bar is a scarlet red staircase leading to a second 
level.
Players:
Hasan                                 Tahirah
Objects:
Samantha

Hasan appears inside the doorway like a shadow. He scans the room quickly. 
Samantha, seeing the man in black, scurries into the back in fright.

Tahirah is currently leaning on the bar counter, on her forearms, with her 
well curved toosh protruding out and waggling slightly, like a dog without 
it's tail. Her head slowly turns towards the door when she hears it open and 
a sly grin slowly pulls up on her lips....ahhhhhhh, prey. She shifts her 
weight to her right foot and sorta rolls to the side and back a little so 
that her ample chest is facing you. Her grin stays in place but her eyes 
linger to look over you, from head to toe and then back up again so that 
she's looking in your eyes and softly purrs out, "may I help you?"

Hasan permits a brief look of amusement to cross his face. It doesn't last, 
though, as his face tenses, jaw muscles working back and forth. His brown 
eyes scan the room again before returning to the girl. "By the look of 
things, yes."

Tahirah's preying grin falls a bit into a sarcastic smirk as she straightens 
up and places her hands on her bare sides, 'going for the tough attitude, 
eh?' Her naked shoulders lift slightly and then fall as she shrugs and says, 
'I was hoping for something more original but hey, as long as you've got the 
cash, you're the boss.' She saunters over to where you're standing, 
exaggerating her walk to make her body seem more appealing to you. Once 
beside you, she smiles and slides her hand under your elbow, hooking it 
there and asks, 'so, what'll it be?'

>look Tarirah

	This young, striking woman is 5'2" and weighs roughly 110 pounds. Her hair 
is a raven black color, cut just under her jawline with no curl in sight. 
Her face is thin, her cheekbones and jaw are sharply defined, giving her 
look a couple of years ahead of her time and adding to her exotic features. 
Her eyes are wide and of a deep, emerald green. If looked deeply into, you 
might notice a few flecks of gold set inside the original green.
	She wears an off the shoulder, gold silk shirt with puffy sleeves that cuff 
down by her wrists and comes just below her endowed chest, revealing her 
midriff. The skirt is multicolored and flared out about her, swaying 
smoothly as she moves about. Tear drop shaped onyx earrings dangle from her 
earlobes and a matching onyx shaped pendant hangs from her neck on a slim 
golden chain.

Hasan seems to really notice her striking attributes for the first time. Not 
really his type, but he has been at war a long time. He looks down at her 
hand and nods his head slowly. "It'll be in private."

Tahirah nods with a slight chuckle and states, 'well, that's good. I'm not 
much on audiences either.' She then offers a wink as she leads you to the 
stairs, 'besides, I just hate to share.'

Hasan snorts and follows in her a measured, military stride.

Tahirah climbs the Scarlet Red Staircase.
Tahirah has left.

You climb the Scarlet Red Staircase.

Upstairs Hallway -- Kaitain Gentlemen's Club

Tahirah walks to the south and passes through the Black Door.
Tahirah has left.
Hasan keeps his hand on his knife and turns his head from side to side as he 
advances down the hallway more slowly than the girl.

You walk through the Black Door.

Room One -- Kaitain Gentlemen's Club (Kaitain)
This room is hung with scarlet draperies and black velvet walls. A bed lies 
towards the left side. While in the backside is a large black cabinet.
Players:
Tahirah


Tahirah waits for you to enter and then closes the door behind you, locking 
it. Her brow rises at the knife and then states, 'Listen, mister. If you 
have any thoughts about using that thing, then I suggest you remove them 
now. I ain't inta pain and suffering. I might be a whore, but there are 
still laws around here....' she then thinks about that and mutters quietly 
to herself, 'I hope'

Hasan slowly slides into the room making sure she locks the door behind him. 
He paces around the room, checking behind curtains and looking down the 
walls at a close angle. "Don't worry."

Tahirah watches you inspect the room, looking somewhat amused, curious and 
well, even nervous. She folds her arms across her chest and states, "I 
already told ya, I ain't that kinky. If yer worried aboutcha wife finding 
out, she won't." She then grins, "at least, not if you pay me well enough, 
she won't."

Hasan's head snaps up from the bedside table he is inspecting. "Only person 
who would care married someone else." He stands. "Come here, please." He 
withdraws a small cylinder from his tunic, rounded on one end and about as 
thick as a man's finger.

Tahirah chuckles lightly while shaking her head as she moves over to where 
you are, "Ya know, I've heard that story so many times lately that I could 
be rich if I got paid each time I heard it. Lemme guess, you're out for 
revenge against her and her friends too."

Hasan lifts a brow. "Not exactly." He tilts his head, examining her face, 
"Funny you should mention that, though." He hooks an arm behind the girl's 
back and runs the cold metal object from the nape of her neck down to her 
waist.

Tahirah's eyes follow you until you're behind her. Her brow rises once more 
at the mention of the humor and asks, "Oh? Why's that?" A shiver runs 
through her body when the cold metal touches her skin. She swallows her 
building fear, not wanting you to know that she is becoming afraid.

Hasan moves the cylinder over her waist down to the small of her back. "It 
sounds like someone I know."

Tahirah's body is rigid as she stands there before you. What would normally 
be a wonderful teasing act seems far too serious and dangerous. She chuckles 
lightly, mainly from nerves, but nonetheless, it's a chuckle and she asks, 
'Why doesn't that surprise me? I'm sure that we both know some of the same 
people. After all, you know what they say. Birds of a feather, flock 
together, eh?'

Hasan moves the object over her well-padded rear and bends down as he slides 
the device down the outside of her left leg. He does not respond to her. As 
he starts to move up the inside of the same leg he grunts and says. "We are 
of a feather, are we?"

Tahirah's body shivers once more. Regardless of tension in the air, she 
can't help but become somewhat aroused by it all. She swallows and then 
grins a bit, her head shaking lightly back and forth as she answers, 'I 
wasn't necessarily referring to us, my dear. I was referring to the friend 
you speak of. You both come to a whorehouse and you both get the 
best.....me. We might be alike, I dunno. I haven't gotten to know you yet."

Hasan mutters, "Patience... dear," as he repeats the process on her other 
leg. Then he stands and, looking into her eyes, runs the bar from her thighs 
over her midriff and chest, to her chin, lips, nose and hair.

Tahirah's grin broadens at that and replies quietly, 'I'm only patient if 
enough cash is involved. Speaking of which, I do hope that you're getting 
quite a thrill from this, but if you wish to continue, I need to be paid.' 
She takes a step away from you and then continues, 'No freebies and always 
upfront. I need to eat too, ya know.'

Hasan looks at the side of the tube. A metallic voice issues from it. 
"Clear", it chirps. He cracks the slightest of smiles and indicates her 
skimpy outfit with a jerk of his chin. "Obviously you're not hiding any 
/large/ weapons. And this snooper tells me that you're not carrying any 
poison... So how much?" He put the hand-held poison snooper back in his 
tunic as he plops down to sit on the bed.

Tahirah's eyes roll at the display and then smirks to you, 'Look, mister, my 
job is to either dance or have sex with the clients, not kill them. Kinda 
hard to get paid when the client is dead, ya know?' She then grins snidely 
and also adds, 'Also hard to get off on a dead man. Just not the same.' Her 
bare shoulders lift and then fall in a shrug, 'Cost depends on what you 
want.'

Hasan pulls out a silver and onyx clip containing a neat but enormous fold 
of solaris. He counts out a large amount onto the bed beside him.. "Tell me 
when. And then tell me about the new accountant here." He keeps placing 
Guild banknotes in the growing pile.

Tahirah's smile broadens at the sight of all the solaris, she never says 
when to stop, after all, if he's willing to keep shelling it out, why stop 
him? She shrugs at the latter and says, "He's new."

Hasan doesn't stop peeling the bills off the fold. "You'll have to do better 
than that. The other ways to earn this money would be much more... 
strenuous." He favors her with a grim and chilly look.

Tahirah's head shakes, "I honestly don't know what it is that you want. The 
guy is knew, period. I don't know that much about him."

Hasan stops counting and takes about a tenth of the bills back. slipping 
them into the clip. "Was he the one who mentioned the little revenge drama 
to you?"

Tahirah takes a step towards the bed as you remove some of the bills and 
reaches out, 'Hey!! Whatcha doin that for?' Her head shakes quickly and 
says, 'Look, I was just talkin', ya know? I mean, do you know how many 
grueling guys come in here with a beef on someone and vows revenge? I can't 
remember them all! Come on, don't reneg on me.'

Hasan parries her hand with the slightest of movements. "Then find something 
out. Where he goes, who he sees, where he came from." He holds up the clip. 
"How bout a name? I hear lawyers are expensive these days."

Tahirah smirks, 'Listen, Mister. I get plenty of that stuff on my own. Ain't 
no way I'm gunna rat out anyone. Kinda hard to spend that kinda dough when 
I'm dead, ya know?'

You say, "Too bad he didn't feel the same about you, Tahirah. Or maybe it's 
a good thing. I used to be something of an anti-slavery activist."

Hasan's face is impassive. He looks like he could be polishing his shoes or 
running though someother menial task.

Tahirah folds her arms across her chest and leans back a bit as she looks 
you over. Her head shakes and says, 'You're liein, he didn't tell you shit. 
Besides, there isn't much to tell. What you know, you could have found out 
from anyone.'

Hasan puts his hand on the pile of cash. "I don't think you get plenty of 
this. Not to the level of resource I command. There is a difference between 
money and capital, you know." He makes a fist around the cash. "His name. 
Dear. Don't miss out."

Tahirah thinks about this for a few minutes, her eyes staying locked on the 
cash. Small beads of sweat form on her brow as she tries to decide whether 
to mention it or not. What the hell, it's just a name, right? It's not like 
he's hiding the fact. If the Prince knows, then anyone can. Her head nods a 
little as she's made her decision and replies, "Guenter. Can I have my 
solaris now?"

Hasan takes his hand off the pile. Now he holds up the money clip with all 
the rest of the bills, easily twice what she already has. "Anything else?"

Tahirah wets her lips as she continues to stare at the bills. She wipes the 
sweat off her brow but is apparently conflicting with herself as what to do. 
After all, this is easy money. How else will she be able to double her 
savings without having to screw for it? Minutes pass and then the silence is 
broken when she whispers, 'What do ya wanna know?'

You say, "Who has he seen? And I don't mean your average customer or... 
employee."

Tahirah's head shakes, 'I honestly don't know. I don't see much of the guy, 
I'm too busy with my own clients. I've only seen him with one other person, 
but even then, I arrived late. And it wasn't a friendly conversation 
either.'

You say, "Who was it?" He drops the clip with the rest of the cash. "You're 
a smart girl. I'm sure you found out."

Tahirah the bills she nods again and says, "Yeah, sure. Of course, I did. I 
thought he was here as a client, didn't know he was here to interrogate 
Guenter. He's some kinda Prince."

Hasan nods slowly. "Eduard? Or the other one?"

Tahirah shrugs, 'I dunno.' She thinks for a moment, tilts her head to the 
side and looks confused, 'Wait a minute, I thought there were only two? And 
one is a baby?'

Hasan smiles. "Then you do know."

Tahirah smirks, 'I could be wrong. I haven't been on this planet that long 
and don't really give a damn about the politics. But if I'm not wrong, then 
we both know. So you're question has been answered.' She smiles and tucks 
the clip full of bills down her shirt, 'Nice doin business with ya.'

Hasan reaches out and smears her lipstick with his thumb. As he stands, 
"Remember to keep up appearances. I've got a reputation to consider." He 
unbuttons his tunic as he walks towards the door. "Keep your ears open." He 
hesitates beside the closed door, listening for anyone in the hallway.

Tahirah waggles a finger at you and warns, 'Don't rat me out, Mister! I may 
not look like much, but believe me, you'd be sorry.'

Hasan cracks the door and looks out. "I'd advise you the same. Guenter 
wouldn't like to hear that people were asking questions." He glances back at 
her. "And I'd hate to see what he'd do if he found out that those questions 
were answered."

You say, "I wouldn't even get a chance to kill you."

You walk though the black door.

THE END

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