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Post by Lukas Anders on Apr 27, 2011 23:09:46 GMT -8
"Sounds like a bad time for her."
Luke's expression hardly changed, his eyes never softening. Folks had it bad in all areas and ranks of the fucking St. Luthor caste, and Luke was not above demeaning and dirty jobs to get the cash he always needed for rent. It wasn't so much that Luke wasn't a good man... he had just become frayed around the edges of his morality over the hungry years of his life in St. Luthor.
A wolfish grin split his handsome face, and he moved to the closet tucked away behind a coat-rack. Coming out with two long, heavy trench coats and black masks, his grin widened.
"Let's do it, then. I'm hungry and there's not enough food in this shit-hole."
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Post by David Josdoff on May 5, 2011 14:05:28 GMT -8
David grinned at the sight of trenchcoats and masks.
"You would have those."
He dug his cellphone out of his pocket, dialed a number and wasn't surprised to hear the thick gravelly voice of their sudden new employer on the other line.
"Hey. It's me. We'll do it. The number we agreed on, plus extra if anything goes wrong."
He snapped his phone shut and nodded, "Throw me one of those. He's going to text us where she is. Said to grab her first opportunity."
It could be worse. The guy could have her being killed or something. At least this way she'd get 3 meals a day and a roof over her head. Yeah, the whole world would think she's nuts, but whatever.
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