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 Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:09 pm
"Ah," Beans said, "that place. Don't they have the delectable clam chowder? Anyway - will you let her know about the cat? I would like to talk to her, whenever she has the chance to call me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:11 pm
"Ok, I'll tell her that" Anthony replied.
((too bad sereniy went off :S ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:13 pm
"Good," Beans said. "Catch you later, Anthony."
With that, Beans left, replacing the key after having carefully made sure he hadn't left any lights on. Something else puzzled him, though.
Why is her car gone...? And... why is that dream still bothering me?
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:22 pm
"See you later" Anthony said. Tony hung up the phone.
"Good. It seems my job is going rather smoothly" Tony said, "don't screw it up!".
With that he pushed by Sami and left the room.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:27 pm
Beans found himself driving to the nearest hospital. After about thirty minutes of maneuvering in traffic, he arrived, to spend another fifteen minutes searching for whoever was in charge of documentation of past patients.
After another ten minutes of waiting for file records to be searched, he was told that no one suffering a gunshot wound had a fingerprint that matched what he had brought with him.
Sighing, Beans drove on to the next hospital, somewhere across town.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:33 pm
Tony walked out of the room. He took the gloves off and chucked them in a nearby garbage bin.
Anthony sighed a sigh of relief. His mouth was still bleeding though. He called for a nurse.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:44 pm
Bubba drove himself to a department store stocking all sorts of clothing, and found a small rack of cheap sunglasses. For the time being, they would have to do, until he could find a good pair later.
Paying with nickels, Bubba walked out and drove to a small, quaint gelato stand and ordered three different flavors in one cone. Sitting in his car, listening to the radio, Bubba mused on where to begin. His special eye looked everywhere, examining people with great curiosity.
Bubba had also gotten an alcoholic beverage, elsewhere, and sipped it now, though a hundred wouldn't even get him drunk with the machines that coursed through his body.
Such was one of the small penalties he paid for immortality.
((Gelato is... get this... the Italian version of ice cream.))
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:59 pm
((ah, I see))
Tony got in his car and went back to the headquarters.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 10:33 pm
Bubba found himself outside of Tiffany's workplace, an auto-repair shop called, simply, "Tiffany's." How quaint, Bubba thought as he imagined the place after being shelled by a tank.
Or, more to his liking, the place blackened and charred. Yes, a fire... accidental enough, regardless of how I kill her. Within limits, of course, Bubba continued the train of thought.
I wonder... I wonder where she is. Not at home, apparently, and not at work. In hiding? Likely. Now I'll have to torture some Mafia idiots to figure out where.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 10:42 pm
((Omg, there's this ******** AMAZING Gelato place in San Jose, Costa Rica. That place was SO the s**t! xd
And dammit don't touch my banner, fatal.))
Sami shot Tony a look as he passed.
"Why does nearly everyone I come across today have to be a total douche bag?" She commented absentmindedly, shoving her weapon into the waistband of her pants. She wryly nodded to Anthony. "Good luck with not dying."
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Bubba's phone rang.
"Apparently there's been a change in plans, my pet," Kanu said sweetly, the phone automatically switching to speaker without Bubba even having to touch it, as if it knew he was somewhere private. "Tiffany dear has her own apartment know - the location is being sent to your phone as we speak. How is that eye of yours doing?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 10:46 pm
Anthony smiled at Sami as a nurse came in to check on him. "Oh dear" she said, "we'll have to get the dentist to look at that".
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 10:49 pm
Sami pursed her lips thoughtfully.
"Doesn't the mafia had that 'eye for an eye' saying?" She asked Anthony quizzically.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 10:54 pm
"I'm not going to punch Tony in the mouth. I'm in enough crap already" Anthony replied.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 10:56 pm
Although it was perfectly secure, Bubba couldn't help lifting the phone to his face and switching off the speaker.
"I haven't tested out.. the... espresso maker," Bubba commented, wondering if Kanu would be as confused as he was, but continued. "It hasn't been of practical use, yet, either, though I plan to put that into effect shorty."
The information automatically transferred from the phone to the computer chip running the car, and from that - through a wire sticking humorously out of said eye - into the eye's map system.
"I figured as much," he responded, referring to Tiffany's whereabouts. "I thought I would have to break some heads, but thanks all the same for ruining my fun."
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