Having been in the process of helping Viola lift a large crate housing a quartet of cheetah cubs, Reece found himself jolting upwards with a barely suppressed yelp of surprise at the sudden intrusion into his mind. The action caused him to release the crate, leaving his partner to stumble and let go as well before she could get her fingers smashed under the heavy wood. "[b][i]The fuck is your problem man?! Are you [u]trying[/u] to damage the supplies!?[/i][/b]", The woman hissed venomously as Reece looked around wildly. Reece looked at her incredulously "[b][i]You didn't hear that just now?![/i][/b]", "[b][i]Hear what? Your retarded ass mouth breathing? Or the sound of your noodle arms straining to lift the crate?[/i][/b]", "[b][i]Oh ha-ha, very funny. Those voices just now, you didn't hear it?[/i][/b]". Viola's face scrunched up in confusion, "[b][i]Voices? What voices?[/i][/b]" "[b][i]You're shitting me, right? I swear it sounded like people whispering. Like, A LOT of people.[/i][/b]"

Viola rolled her eyes with disgust and gestured to the open expanse of dark beach, "[b][i]There's one around for miles. The only one I hear right now is you blabbering instead of helping me with this crate.[/i][/b]". Reece couldn't believe it, he'd heard the voices as clear as day. It wasn't like he was high, Manny already said that he would kill him if he tried sampling the supplies, that is, if he wasn't handed over to the Penguin instead. '[i]One toe out of line, and the Penguin will kill you[/i]' Reece felt a cold spot form in his stomach as the message slowly replayed in his subconscious. He'd always considered himself a hardened man, ran with a few gangs in his youth, served time for grandtheft and assault, but his partners? His boss? They were stone cold killers. Reece didn't realize Viola had been trying to get his attention until she punched him in the chest. He flinched and buckled over slighty, "[b][i]Done day dreaming, asshole? We don't have all night you know. Hurry up and-[/i][/b]" THUMP. Both Reece and Viola jolted with a start as the heavy hands of Percy came down on the large crate and effortlessly hoisted it into the air, "[b][i]You two still haven't loaded this yet? What's the hold up? We're on a time crunch ain't we?[/i][/b]" The impossibly large man rumbled with a voice comparable to roiling thunderclouds.

Viola shrugged and gestured to Reece, "[b][i]Says he's hearing voices[/i][/b]", "[b][i]Oh yeah? And what are the voices saying?[/i][/b]". Reece looked up at Percy and properly drank in just how much larger than him he was. Reece was no shortstack, standing at an even six foot with a body built from more than his fair share of brawls and heavy lifting, but Percy? Percy was an absolute monster in comparison. He towered over Reece by nearly seven inches, and had a physique that suggested that the man would have been far better suited to wrestling grizzly bears than working as hired muscle. A glance at Percy's large hands instantly tipped Reece off to the fact that Percy could have very easily wrapped them around his throat and crushed his windpipe rather than just grabbing him earlier. "[b][i]It's nothing. Guess the wind's just playing tricks on me.[/i][/b]" Reece said in a hushed tone. Percy and Viola only glanced at one another and shrugged, "[b][i]If it's nothing then stop wasting time. Viola, Manny wants you to take another patrol shift while Reece and I unload this stuff. Reece, pick up that bird cage over there. You screw this job up for us and I swear i'll snap your neck.[/i][/b]" Percy stated in a disturbingly calm and measured tone.

As Viola set off to look around and Percy carried off the crate of cubs, Reece picked up the kestrel cage that had been dropped a bit earlier and started to move forward. He was surprised to find out as he took his first step that he was shaking quite badly. The voices, disturbing though they may have been, might have had a point...