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Haha... no like growling? I'm laughing at your comment.
She's mine... we've discussed it in a PM, so don't touch her. :)
Hey peeps! How's everyone doing??
Toooooo much dinner. *whines* My mother cooks like a vixen and Arghhhh...
Brian & Scout
Brian was stewing in his own rage. He sat at his desk in his little office, fists clenched in a ball together, the veins pulsing out of the side of his thick muscled neck. Nobody would have the balls to disturb him at present. If anything was certain in this life, it was that anyone who crossed paths with a pissed off Brian Jagielski wound up receiving the beating of a life time.
Scout slipped from her car and walked quickly into the small makeshift office in one of the warehouses, her eyes pealed for Brian in hopes of seeing what she could do to help. She almost felt the heat coming off of him, so she stopped in the door and leaned against the frame, her heart beating fast, but her persona completely calm and cold.
"What do you want me to do to help clean this up? Say it and it's done." She whispered with care and determination to help.
Brian ran his hands through his thick brown hair and let out a great sigh. “He may have been a dick but Stevie is…was one of ours. We need to take care of his people. Get in touch with the lawyer, Caballero. He’ll make that right and make sure the money goes to his kids. Then get down head over to Stevie’s apartment, the cops will have already swept it by the time you get there but they’re too stupid to make a connection between us initially. Make sure there’s nothing there that can pull us down with this.” He leaned back in his chair and let out a great sigh. "This is fucked up, Scout. What was he thinking? We're gonna have to slow operations down, just pull legitimate cargo for now. Maybe a week and then we'll start distribution again."
She felt helpless for the man in front of her and yet she knew Stevie was jacked up on something from down south. He was in and out of drugs so often that to depend on him was a risk, and one that Brian was now left holding the bag because of. She walked across the room and placed a hand on his thick shoulder, squeezing slightly.
"I'll get to Caballero tomorrow, but will make my way to the police station now to see if there is any word that might be leaked from a few of our friends." She squeezed his arm once more and left, driving carefully, her mind lost in the why's...
Brian was stewing in his own rage. He sat at his desk in his little office, fists clenched in a ball together, the veins pulsing out of the side of his thick muscled neck. Nobody would have the balls to disturb him at present. If anything was certain in this life, it was that anyone who crossed paths with a pissed off Brian Jagielski wound up receiving the beating of a life time.
Scout slipped from her car and walked quickly into the small makeshift office in one of the warehouses, her eyes pealed for Brian in hopes of seeing what she could do to help. She almost felt the heat coming off of him, so she stopped in the door and leaned against the frame, her heart beating fast, but her persona completely calm and cold.
"What do you want me to do to help clean this up? Say it and it's done." She whispered with care and determination to help.
Brian ran his hands through his thick brown hair and let out a great sigh. “He may have been a dick but Stevie is…was one of ours. We need to take care of his people. Get in touch with the lawyer, Caballero. He’ll make that right and make sure the money goes to his kids. Then get down head over to Stevie’s apartment, the cops will have already swept it by the time you get there but they’re too stupid to make a connection between us initially. Make sure there’s nothing there that can pull us down with this.” He leaned back in his chair and let out a great sigh. "This is fucked up, Scout. What was he thinking? We're gonna have to slow operations down, just pull legitimate cargo for now. Maybe a week and then we'll start distribution again."
She felt helpless for the man in front of her and yet she knew Stevie was jacked up on something from down south. He was in and out of drugs so often that to depend on him was a risk, and one that Brian was now left holding the bag because of. She walked across the room and placed a hand on his thick shoulder, squeezing slightly.
"I'll get to Caballero tomorrow, but will make my way to the police station now to see if there is any word that might be leaked from a few of our friends." She squeezed his arm once more and left, driving carefully, her mind lost in the why's...
I'm so glad. That last part makes me wanna growl but that would be a bit out of character... For her.
*laughs*
*laughs*
More than a chance.
Kate is a victor!! *pops your butt*
Kate is a victor!! *pops your butt*
I refuse to write today. *smiles* nawww... Just hoping to get into trouble.
No worries. Best of luck on everything. :)
No worries. Sounds good. :)
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