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Raúl puts in a call to the Reeve as he leaves the park, putting his ear to the phone as he hears it start to ring.
Helen Kingsley
Raul calls Helen
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Raúl puts in a call to the Reeve as he leaves the park, putting his ear to the phone as he hears it start to ring.
Helen Kingsley
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"Crematorium Sunshine - you kill, we grill, how can I help you ?"
Maybe not exactly what Raul expectzs, but the voice is about right and the number is also correct.
"Okay, jokes aside, what's up ?"
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There's a pause of confusion followed by a snort of a laugh from the Savage. "Hey. Marcus is here with me and we just left the park. Found a guy who was partying a bit too much. Too much to drink and doing it out in the open where anyone could see. He was getting real frisky with this lady but we managed to distract him away while she left with one of your friends. We helped him into his car along with two of his friends that are out cold and now we're driving towards the office. We can meet you there or somewhere better if you'd prefer?"
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"Office would be great, but I don't think I can make it there in time." A short pause, as if she is thinking about something. "Also, your cargo isn't what you want to take into the center of town. Crossing Power Line Road /Pritchard Avenue, I'll join you there asap." Not that most of the maps are pretty fuzzy on domain borders, but its out in the barrens and pretty remote. Should work well enough...
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"Office would be great, but I don't think I can make it there in time." A short pause, as if she is thinking about something. "Is our guy a peaceful drunk or a fighty drunk ?"
Okay, whatever the hell happened here, disregard first post, second should have been the functional edit.
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"We're almost to the office now. If you can't meet up here, should we come to you?" he asks. "He's not happy about us stopping his drinking."
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"Well, sounds like he's shit out of luck, then." Another ponderous pause. "Come to the corner Bryte Bend Road and Farm Road. Thats a crossing in the barrens. As good a place as any. I'll meet you there." Yeah, they're Godfathering his ass and see what comes of it. Why the hell not ?
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"Sounds good. We'll see you soon." The line goes dead as he hangs up.
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