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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 20:02:36 GMT -5
The man put five down on top of the armor, "Alright then." he said calculating in his head, "That's 700 for the pistol, ammunition is 125, plate carrier is 200, and the plates are 400 each. That's a total of 1825. And I'll throw the cuffs in on top, on account of being a good customer."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 9, 2012 20:11:29 GMT -5
"Much obliged." he said, handing Moe his script. "Know anywhere around here I could get some wheels?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 20:12:45 GMT -5
The man shook his head, "Depending on how scrupled you are, the Somalis some time boost rides, and sell them off instead of chopping 'em."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 9, 2012 20:21:53 GMT -5
"I'll keep that in mind." Malcolm responded, though he was in no mood to deal with the Skinnys. "Wouldn't happen to know a guy that dresses in clothes about a century out of style would you? Wears an old fedora."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 20:24:17 GMT -5
Moe just shook his head, "'fraid not friend."
At precisely this moment, Malcom's personal phone rings.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 9, 2012 20:28:29 GMT -5
"Worth a shot. Pleasure doing business with you Moe." he said, taking his gear and stepping outside to answer his phone.
"Hello"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 20:34:01 GMT -5
"Hey," came a familiar voice, "Youse target is in the basement of the Todt's Bridge Building, across the street from the Dollhouse, in an abandoned squat."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 9, 2012 20:38:48 GMT -5
"Understood." Malcolm replied, beginning to walk in the direction indicated. "Should I expect trouble?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 20:40:20 GMT -5
The line goes dead. Evidently his patron did not consider that a question worth answering.
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Hope you all are well and happy.