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Post by Jacky on Dec 9, 2007 22:11:17 GMT
We push it open and are out on the streets, where the van's waiting for us. We run over to it.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 10, 2007 9:27:18 GMT
I curse when we get into the van. "Not quite according to plan." I state and whipe my kinda bloody hands on my pants.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 12, 2007 8:43:06 GMT
"They'll kill him once they know DiMaggio's dead." I predict, as the van drives of fast. "Great.. Fuck." I mumble, sitting down, unsure what to do now.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 12, 2007 14:42:44 GMT
I look at Jack. "I had no choice." I mumble.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 12, 2007 14:55:47 GMT
"You could've not killed the guy." I suggest.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 13, 2007 10:54:20 GMT
"Ah yes." I nod and decide not to say the snappy comment that is about to slip out of my mouth.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 13, 2007 12:34:08 GMT
"Okay well.. he's dead, so now we gotta work with that. Any suggestions?" I ask.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 13, 2007 16:43:11 GMT
"We blow up everything and fetch Che and get out of here?" I suggest.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 13, 2007 17:58:34 GMT
"And where do you suppose to do that?"
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Post by Hannah on Dec 17, 2007 10:47:53 GMT
I sigh and look out of the window. "I don't know.." I confess.
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