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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 4, 2009 11:28:52 GMT -5
March 7th, 1960. 1903
It made the Liberatore Capo nervous to leave his "charge" alone with Beyond for even a few minutes. The assassin had been sulking the entire way here, and giving the unconscious Russian murderous side glances. Not to mention the police were looking for them as Beyond absolutely had to make a spectacle no matter what he did.
So he stood facing the car with the pay phone in hand, glaring at Beyond who sullenly made a rude gesture at him about a mile from the private airport. He needed a good long drink, but he knew it be a few hours before he could allow himself the indulgence.
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"This is Aslem, I need to speak to Tore immediately."
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Post by Pantaleone Tore on Aug 4, 2009 13:46:06 GMT -5
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 4, 2009 14:49:11 GMT -5
“It's Aslem, we got the goods; we'll be back in about four hours. It's almost certain the Innocenzos already know however because, as usual, Birthday had to make a scene..."
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Anslem paused when he thought he saw the other man move, but besides turning to sneer at his superior the assassin was perfectly motionless. Not that this didn’t mean he hadn’t made a motion and was as usual testing his boundaries. The German glowered and kept the murderer in his sight.
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“And he also allowed himself to get a shallow graze on the arm from a bullet. Nothing too serious and it’s been bandaged. I suggest you get that red doctor up though for when we get back knowing Birthday the kid also probably sustained a few injuries. Birthday cetainly pumped him full of enough morphine that he's barely breathing.”
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Post by Pantaleone Tore on Aug 4, 2009 15:05:23 GMT -5
[/i] Pantaleone snapped out of his thoughts when he realized everything was silent. "Yes, yes. Four hours sounds good enough. And no worries about the Innocenzos. They would have found out sooner or later." He gave a short chuckle. "As for Birthday, I saw pish posh. The boy can stand a shot or two if he's going to make a mess in the first place, though I suppose this time I'll be sure the doctor's up and waiting considering I don't much care for that one's well-being, but I am concerned for the boy. Be sure he's breathing, healthy or shallow. We want him alive, naturally." Panta fiddled with a pen he had picked up, watching it spiral at his fingertips.. "Oh, and one more thing..." He gave a pause, possibly to make it more dramatic. "Pick me up some of Nikki's breadsticks on your way in. You know, that lovely fat man and his even more intimidatingly huge wife. I haven't gone out to get some in a long time. I'll pay you back, honest." He grinned as he spoke, which may have even been audible despite not being seen.[/size][/ul] |
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Aug 4, 2009 15:26:24 GMT -5
He wants me to fetch him breadsticks on the way home from a mission?! Verdammt sphagetti fresser, ich bin nicht deinen buersch! Anslem's fingers strangled the ear peice of the phone and he bit his tongue breifly before continuing.
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"I'll see what I can do. Thank you, and I'll see you soon."
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He hung up the phone before Tore could make any more "requests" and ignored Beyond's sniggering as he walked back to the car.
Damn sphagetti gobbler, I'm not your errand boy!
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