Alaric nods and snaps his finger.
Greta heads down to a warehouse across from the dock and drives out a massive german vehicle, something between an escalade and a suburban, with enough seating for all of them.
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Alaric nods and snaps his finger.
Greta heads down to a warehouse across from the dock and drives out a massive german vehicle, something between an escalade and a suburban, with enough seating for all of them.
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"Well then. Lets get started." Jack said with a smile, his Aussie accent growing alot more noticable by the second.
Seeing that no one had a disagreement to the changes, he went into the escalade, and gave the direction to the driver to head toward the morgue. Reed could not help but feel an uneasiness as he was finally doing what he was planning - hoping that everything would go smoothly.
"Let's go."
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Jack slipped into the backseat of the escalade, canvas bag leaning against his shoulder. He probally should have dropped it off first, but seeing what they were doing now it was smart to come prepaired.
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As Laura slides into the waiting vehicle, she glances at her bike and a guilty feeling crosses her face.
"Not used to more than two wheels," she sighs.
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"Don't worry... Hannah will roll her in, she will be safe, as will yours Ace," Alaric says, and sure enough as they pull away with Greta driving, Hanna goes and hides the bikes safe away.
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