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Post by matthewdevir on Jul 11, 2014 15:01:02 GMT -6
"Leave a Message," the sound of gun's slide is heard racking and the tone beeps.
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Post by Christopher Street on Jul 16, 2014 6:40:35 GMT -6
He let the phone ring until the Voicemail picked up. he'd heard the man's voice so many times he didnt even register what the message said. He just waited until empty space and spoke. "San Francisco is over with. Our boy crushed a few upstarts and your girlfriend's organization has changed hands. I dont know if you intend of keeping... relations... here, but I am officially done. Set me up on some store runs again. And thanks for giving my that lay over the other day. It was the most fun I've had in a long while, brother. Text me the shopping list and I'll be by shortly."
He hung up the phone, locking it he spun it inbetween his fingers for a long moment before hopping into his car. Starting from scratch, again.
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Post by Ta'lia Tarino on Jul 16, 2014 17:34:01 GMT -6
Voicemail: "Hey gorgeous. I just wanted to let you know, there is a lot going on in L.A. right now. I will explain everything when I see you. I have a motel room in Glensdale. Thats where I will be for a while. I hope to see you soon, or at least talk to you. I miss looking into those eyes of yours. Talk to you soon."
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Post by Christopher Street on Jul 29, 2014 18:21:20 GMT -6
He walked out of the large house and out across the drive way to his car. Hitting speed dial number two he waited, since Matt rarely answered his phone. "Hey, brother. The house is paid for, yes I used account three and four. Under an alias, no worries. You guys can move in, and I made sure we were far enough out that we aren't risking any retaliation. I've got a place down by the water to still look at, but I will keep you informed, Boss. Later man." He hung up the phone and slid into his all white Audi. It was getting late after all.
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Post by Christopher Street on Aug 13, 2014 5:53:13 GMT -6
He slid a magazine into place, snapping the slide forward. Weapon loaded, he slid it into his hip holster and hit his headset. "Call Mattie." Phone chirped and qued up Matts phone number. It was almost always a voicemail, which made it easy on Chris. "Run complete, was delayed a bit. You're lucky I love you, because this idea was bullshit. Money is in my car trunk. Pick it up before tomorrow, we are headed back. I have the rest of the 100."
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