"I guess one favor of arms to be repaid in the future. You come when we call, no muss, no fuss."
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"I guess one favor of arms to be repaid in the future. You come when we call, no muss, no fuss."
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Matthew quickly runs through the potential implications in his head. One potential problem sticks out. "I would like to place the stipulation that, if we are in combat at the time, we come after dealing with our own situation."
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"Sure, but no sitting around for hours."
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"Agreed.
"I think it best that we exchange phone numbers while we're here. Between the Pure and whatever entity made its arrival felt a couple weeks ago, I'd like to know that we have a way for packs to come to each other's aid."
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"No problem. This is mine, Kellie's Mateo's and Gwen's." He hands over a notepad with some numbers scribbled on it."
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Matthew enters the numbers into his phone. "Do you have a pen I can borrow?"
If Ethan gives him one, he writes down his number, Grip-of-Steel's, and Steven's.
"While we're exchanging numbers, Jack, what's yours?"
Jack give his cellphone number - either written if he has a pen or orally.
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Pen is disbursed from behidn the bar.
"Great. See you guys around."
Then the sworn kick you out of their territory. Gently, politely, but out you go.
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