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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 30, 2012 0:31:35 GMT -5
Hearing the scampering behind the door, Malcolm rammed it with his shoulder. They weren't getting away again.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 30, 2012 8:37:34 GMT -5
The door finally shattered, as the hulking man came through just in time to see Natasha's ankle slipping out the narrow window. A quick accessment told him that there was no way Malcom himself would fit. Unless he wanted to try to go through the wall the same way he went through the door, which was unlikely, he'd have to go around the long way.
The phone rang again.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2012 8:40:16 GMT -5
Sam started to run down the alley, the small girl clutched in his hands, "Now would be a good time for covering fire." He shielded the little one with his body as much as he could, expecting a rain of bullets.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 30, 2012 15:49:35 GMT -5
Malcolm made his way outside the store, shooting a dangerous glance at the owner of the establishment as he left to head around. Once outside, he answered the phone breathing heavily from the recent exertion.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 30, 2012 15:50:28 GMT -5
"YOU EVER HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL HAVE YOU FED TO THE FRAGGING FISH!" The voice on the other end snarled.
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Post by Flex on Aug 30, 2012 16:02:24 GMT -5
Natasha glanced round briefly and placed her hand on her gun to see if she would have to provide covering fire.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 30, 2012 20:03:40 GMT -5
"I thought you'd said what you had to say." Malcolm replied evenly, fighting down the rising anger within him. With the day he was having, the last thing he needed was a lecture from a two-bit crime boss. "Was there something else? Last I checked you weren't paying me to gab on the phone."
He made his way the long way around the buildings, trying to regain the trail of his quarry and their new pink-haired ally.
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Post by Flex on Aug 30, 2012 20:19:57 GMT -5
When no one came out of the window after them Natasha caught up with Sam. "Mind explaining to me what's going on?" She called to him as they ran.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2012 20:25:19 GMT -5
Sam slowed as he ran to a fast walk, and summoned a new cab. "This kid is really popular."
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Post by Flex on Aug 30, 2012 20:30:40 GMT -5
"You don't say," Natasha replied, quickly glancing back in the direction they had come from. "And you're playing good guy? Huh." She chuckled.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2012 21:29:36 GMT -5
Sam looked at her, "Yeah thats me. The hero." He rolled his eyes as he kept walking.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 31, 2012 9:24:00 GMT -5
"I thought you'd said what you had to say." Malcolm replied evenly, fighting down the rising anger within him. With the day he was having, the last thing he needed was a lecture from a two-bit crime boss. "Was there something else? Last I checked you weren't paying me to gab on the phone." He made his way the long way around the buildings, trying to regain the trail of his quarry and their new pink-haired ally. "I'm paying you to bring me that girl. Now where the hell are you. You ain't at the Bargain Bed no more."
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Post by Flex on Aug 31, 2012 10:26:22 GMT -5
Sam looked at her, "Yeah thats me. The hero." He rolled his eyes as he kept walking. "Can't take a joke, Raincoat?" Natasha asked, her hand moving from her gun and she looked around to see where they were. "Not that I fault you; this place is a shit hole not worth a single laugh."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2012 10:33:39 GMT -5
Sam sighed, "Yeah its my home." He moved to the taxi as it arrived, and slide into the back seat with the girl.
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Post by Flex on Aug 31, 2012 11:07:19 GMT -5
"Charming home you got," Natasha said, sliding into the cab with them. "Where Somalis rob a woman blind."
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