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Post by Hannah on Dec 15, 2008 10:20:05 GMT
"They keep moving her!" The guy gasps. "I do not know where she is right at this moment.. but I can find it out!" He adds quickly.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 15, 2008 12:35:59 GMT
"Then find out, motherfucker!" I snap back at him, sick and tired of his turning around the subject.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 15, 2008 14:56:35 GMT
"Well, I can't really this way, now can I?" The guy snaps, his head pinned onto the table.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 15, 2008 16:05:07 GMT
I let go of him abruptly, but keep my gun aimed at his head again. "No tricks." I warn him.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 15, 2008 16:07:00 GMT
"Signiore.." He rises his hands. "I wouold never.."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 15, 2008 16:36:14 GMT
"Just keep in mind that if you do, you never *will* any more." I warn him.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 15, 2008 16:38:03 GMT
"I got that part." The man grunts "Now lemme use the fucking phone."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 16, 2008 12:13:56 GMT
"Need help dialing?" I grunt sarcastically, gesturing at him to move to the phone and do his job.
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Post by Hannah on Dec 16, 2008 16:37:00 GMT
"No I dont" He grunts back and starts to make the phonecall.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 16, 2008 16:55:22 GMT
I keep my gun pointed at him, briefly looking over to the rest. They have things under control though. None of the other guys dares to even more from their seats at the bar.
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