Victor stood around a corner near the international arrivals terminal. He wore an open front leather jacket, no shirt on and a white designer silk trousers, it's hard to find clothes big enough to fit an almost eight foot tall monster man like himself. But he managed. He smiled as he watched all the tourists and the international business men disembarking. Mind you there was only one person he really wanted to see. He'd taken a long break off from working with the PMC, it's not like he really needed to train for the World Strongest Man tournament, but he wanted to keep the routine alive. His work kept him fit and strong, with the oft moment where he employed his strength in some incredible way, and not to mention carting around all that armor and explosive tech, it's not like he didn't get strength, endurance and stamina training out there. But the routine of training everything out of the way of his work is something had had become part of his work for the WSM tournament.

While standing there he felt his cell buzz, he reached into it and pulled it out seeing it was Natalie, he answered the call, [i]"Victor? I'm at the airport, just got off the flight- I'll explain the last 24 hours sooner or later. Should I get a bus to your hotel or a taxi? Or you? And if you decide to come, I'll give you a treat, and it's nothing to do with my pair this time."[/i] Victor grinned turning to look around the corner seeing his big, beautiful, bountiful and badass girlfriend walking out of the terminal. He chuckled softly, "Oh give me a second hun, I'm here. I have a rented SUV out front that ought to fit us both." He stepped out around the corner as she passed him, then quickly came up behind her, grabbing her around the middle with his long arms and burying his nose into her neck, "So, what's my surprise?" He growled into her neck as he hugged her.

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[i]A bit later, out at the very large H1 hummer SUV[/i]

"Gotta warn you, the hotel room I have only has one bed babe." He grinned broadly, "Ought to be more then enough room for us and our extracurricular activities though." He popped the locks on the SUV, "So, how's breakfast grab you? I found this place close to the hotel that has the best breakfast and lunch meals I've ever had, and I've been around the world and too who knows how many food joints in my life." He opened his door and got ready to fire the thing up.

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[I]Elsewhere[/i]

The last of the supplies had come in during the night. They would not hit the opening day of the tournament, no, the wisemen and leaders in the east said it would harm their attempts at teaching the west their ideals if they did the cliche and attacked on the first day. No the second day, when all the muscle heads were busy with their games would be the day of their strike. Already the ten bombs they intended to set off around the city to herald their attack were set and on count down. Their eighty martyrs would be prepared to strike just after the bombs went off, and the city would be in the first throes of chaos.

A group would attack the tournament itself and attempt to kill as many of those pathetic muscle men as they could, to prove they were not as invincible as the world though they were. Others would attack government and police buildings, setting more bombs off their, to break and buckle the cities ability to respond. Then they would broadcast their message to the world on international stations and radio to show who did it, and why.

The leaders of the small military group were going over the last bits of planning. The eighty men and woman had spent days already in the abandoned and out of the way complex of old warehouses. They had liquidated all their assests for this attack. There would be very little trace as to who they are and only the word of their message as to why.