[u][b]Ashling & Conor - Morning phone conversation[/b][/u]

"no problem, i'm just taking out the trash." Conor smiled cynically towards the man in the suit "see you later... oh and Ashling?"

"yeah?"

"i need to talk to you 'bout something" 

"is it Jeff? 'cause if it is i told ya a gazillion times already. there's no way he has cancer! plus i-"

"-no it's not that but it's not for the phone either. bring some tea with ya and will talk when ya're here? "

"no problem grandpa. see ya later then, bye" 

Ashling hung up. "do you know who i am?" The man in the suit gained some courage all of a sudden

"doesn't matter, off you go or you're a dead man" Conor replied unimpressed gesturing with the shotgun towards the door.

"you just made a terrible mistake" the man in the suit started to walk backwards with his hands still lifted in the air.

"yeah i know" Mumbled Conor to himself as he saw the man exiting the store. [i]Maybe Ashling would know what to do.[/i] he thought, [i]She works in the field. Maybe she knows a thing or two about these types of situations[/i]