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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 18:28:15 GMT -5
Blake nodded, "alright. I'll see you."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 20:03:22 GMT -5
Arty walked out, and headed down to the parking deck. She asked for a car and upon given the option she chose a black motorcycle not far off in brand from the one she had. Flipping her hood over her head she rode out, going to her apartment.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 20:33:43 GMT -5
He lied down, dozing off. His body processed poison quickly, so he should be okay after some napping.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 20:42:59 GMT -5
Arty went into her apartment, greeted by two large, tattooed men. "How can I help you ladies?" She asked, setting her bag by the door and walking into the kitchen. They exchanged words about the recent kill, and she took their money. "Anyone else you want me to knock off?" She asked, handing them each a beer. "Yeah, there's a new guy on the streets; real drug lord. Get rid of him?" She nodded, and waited until they passed out from the drugs in their drink to slit their throats and call this new "drug lord" who was on the streets. In reality she'd worked for him for some time now, allowing him to make it to the top. Once she had packed up she knocked on the door of the apartment next to her and asked the guy to take care of the bodies. Then she headed back to the agency. Getting paid on both ends of the spectrum wouldn't be bad at all. She would just need to set up a new meeting place.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 20:52:20 GMT -5
Blake was awake by the time she came back, smirking When she walked in. "So. Who were your friends?" She hadn't noticed, but he has bugged her jacket.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 20:55:13 GMT -5
Arty raised an eyebrow, "Doesn't matter now." She said, un-surprised by the revelation that she had been bugged. "They're dead."
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 20:59:39 GMT -5
"And that drug lord?" He asked, sitting up in bed.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 21:04:10 GMT -5
Arty narrowed her eyes, "The one they were talking about?" She asked, "His name is Pablo Chicome, and no one knows what he looks like or who he is, so he's impossible to kill."
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 21:04:55 GMT -5
"Then why'd they think you could do it?"
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 21:07:34 GMT -5
Arty sighed, "Because I'm the best of the best- it's pretty simple. And had I been able to do it, I would've gladly taken their money again." She said, "Now, is the interrogation over?" She sighed I exasperation
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 21:10:59 GMT -5
"Don't be double crossing is, now," Blake stood, somewhat shakily.
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 21:13:12 GMT -5
Arty leaned against the wall confidently, arms across her chest. "I'll do what I want, and I don't think you can stop me." She said, noticing his shakiness
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 21:19:25 GMT -5
Blake shrugged , "we will see about that I suppose."
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Post by Moderator Merida on Sept 27, 2016 21:20:45 GMT -5
She nodded, "Now Mr.handicap, let's go to your apartment, shall we?"
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Sept 27, 2016 21:23:47 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, "this is your fault," he reminded her, walking past her and put the door.
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