[center][h1][color=black][b]John Wolf[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[@Kafka Komedy]

John looked to Maxxy. [color=black][I]'Only to Sacramento Drive? Hmmmm.'[/I][/color] He thought to himself as he looked out the window. 

[color=black]"That's fine. Once we get to Sacramento I'll have someone else meet us there to pick us up."[/color] He glanced out the window until she asked about pizza. John smiled but shook his head.

[color=black]"Sorry I wasn't but now thinking about it I could go for some. I'll order some for us when we get back, okay?"[/color] He smiled as he leaned his head to the side to look out the front.

[b]"Nice card trick by the way. Are you using your Frequent Driver Miles?"[/b] To this John chuckled.

[color=black]"Guess you could say that."[/color] He smirked before he layed his head back as the car began rolling forward.

John sat in the passenger side of the cab occasionally glancing over at Maxxy while he cleaned his pistols. 


[i]Brrrrrr - - - - Brrrrrrr - - - - Brrr - Beep[/i]


The wolf hitman felt his phone vibrate and placed Cujo and Old Yeller on his lap before retrieving it from his coat pocket. John frowned at the name of the caller but answered nonetheless.


“John...You’re needed.” He glanced over to Maxxy and then to the outside world. 


[color=black]”Well currently I’m out and wont be able to.[/color]


“Are you refusing?


[color=black]”No not at all. I’ll send someone else in my pla-”[/color]


“You know the rules abo-” John leaned forward in his seat as his voice gained a steely tone.


[color=black]”I’m sending someone in my place and i suggest you rethink yours for talking to me as such.”[/color]


The voice apologized before a brief silence. 


“How well do you trust this person?” The almost needed yet cliche question ever to leave the lips of the lowlives in New Earlton.


[color=black]” I left something special for them. You’ll know where to find them.”[/color] A smug smirk worked its way onto John’s face as he hung up and pressed 1, redirecting him to The Hole’s landline. John had only one person he could trust there besides Sacha and that was Kait. John first met Kait when he stumbled into the place after a rather [i]dirty[/i] job and was met with a new waitress. John, the womanizer he was quickly began to talk to her and after a few stops at the hole and talking to the new waitress Kait, had casually asked John if he was interested in a cooperative job that was paying big. Of course John was not opposed and by the end of it all, the two had done enough jobs together and had gained enough experience combined to have an idea of what the other was planning or thinking, at least on the job.

The phone rang and John’s earlier smug smile faded to a frown with each passing ring.

[color=black]”Kait, its John.”[/color]

[color=black]”Big bad wolf huh? Heheh. Well...I’m in a slight predicament as I need to be somewhere right now but currently, I’m busy. So - “[/color] He cleared his throat.

[color=black]”I said that I had someone who could be there in my place. I left a manilla envelope underneath the counter for this instance and inside you will find everything you need. However, I ask that you wear something a bit more formal as you will be my liason of sorts. They will be there to pick you up in a half hour or so so be ready please?”[/color] If Kait could see his face he adorned a big smirk and with a slight childish tone.

[color=black]”Oh and Kait-”[/color] John’s light hearted voice ceased and he became much, [i]much[/i] more serious. 


[color=black]”Be careful and watch what you say if you say anything at all. The pay will be 10,000 when you complete it. I trust you.”[/color] He said before hanging up, knowing that he didn’t want to hold her up any longer. He sighed as he opened his duffle bag. Inside was his gasmask, a few flash and smoke grenades and a case with the words [Big Bad Wolf] etched into it. Underneath all of that was 
about a pound of C4, wired and ready to be used. He took out his case and opened in. Inside was a rather nice rifle in three parts. It would be a bit before they got to Sacramento Drive so he might as well start checking to see if everything was functioning properly. A bit behind them stalked three white vans, windows blacked out so recognition of the drivers and passengers were limited.