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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 1, 2007 18:06:23 GMT -5
"What're we sposed ta do? Drag Spot here and hope he's got his sanity back enough to talk?" she asked.
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Post by Race on Aug 1, 2007 18:10:22 GMT -5
"Maybe,he's bettah already?" Racetrack said, "I's seen Spot get da crap beat outta him and he 'as still standin'!"
"Well,lets go check on him." Jack said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 1, 2007 18:14:43 GMT -5
"Maybe..." Blondie said, getting up and brushing herself off.
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Post by Race on Aug 1, 2007 18:22:51 GMT -5
"Well c'mon." Jack said,heading back to the hospital.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 1, 2007 18:53:10 GMT -5
Blondie followed Jack out the door. She lagged behind, thinking. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a noise behind her. She turned around to see none other than Hob. "Whaddya want kid?" she asked, glancing around to make sure there were no others.
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Post by Race on Aug 1, 2007 19:27:19 GMT -5
Jack got to the Hospital before Race and Blondie,going into Spots room to check on him.
"Where's Race?" BJ asked,looking up when Jack walked in.
"He's fine,he's wit Blondie." Jack said, "How's Spot."
Race heard Blondie talk to Hob,he hid behind a wall and listened.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 1, 2007 19:39:41 GMT -5
"I um...I wanna help you out," Hob said.
Blondie looked back. She didn't see Jack but she knew Race had hidden behind the wall. "Whadda you take me for exactly?"
Hob stared, "I'm not kidding."
Blondie looked at him, "Why would you wanna help me?"
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Post by Race on Aug 1, 2007 19:45:21 GMT -5
Race stuffed his fist in his mouth from laughing, that,the little drug dealer,wanted to help them.He fell over onto the ground,still trying to keep from laughing.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 1, 2007 19:55:45 GMT -5
"Well," Hob said, "I know how much ya care about da Conlon's and...I think I can help you get da oldest one out."
Blondie gave a little laugh. "And how exactly do you think you're gonna do that?"
Hob turned around and held his hands up. "Okay if you don't want my help..." he started walking away.
"Let's say I believed you...what's in it for you?" Blondie asked suspicioiusly.
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Post by Tellie on Aug 2, 2007 9:13:47 GMT -5
Lucky had been halfway asleep on the chair when Jack walked in. She ground the sleep from her eyes and listened to him tell BJ where Race was, then glanced over at Spot at his question. "The doctor said that he should be fine when he wakes up, though a little shaky on his feet."
David stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. "That's good to hear. And what about you?"
"Better. I can walk without assistance now. Though it's still difficult to move certain ways." She thought a moment, a worried look darkening her eyes. "Why are Race and Blondie still there?"
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 9:40:33 GMT -5
"Nothin'," Hob said, looking innocent, "Except knowin' I helped a friend."
Blondie looked at him for a minute, "I'm not a friend, kid. Not after what you did to Spot. And you expect me to believe that you wanna help me get Max out with nothing in return?"
"Well, there is one thing...don't let him or the other Conlon near me," Hob said.
"Well can't make any promises there..." Blondie said, knowing how both Max and Spot would react if they could get their hands on Hob.
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 10:45:42 GMT -5
"Race got knocked out,tink he's needin' help walkin'" Jack said,then looked at Spot "He been up at all?"
Race crouched down still listening,he heard Hob say something about heling "No no no." he muttered.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 10:59:02 GMT -5
Spot opened his eyes. He struggled to a sitting position and rubbed the bruise on his head, wincing with pain. The drugs had finally worn off so he could move again. "Oi vey..."
"Fair enough," Hob said, "Follow me..."
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 11:01:02 GMT -5
"Hey youse!" Race said,coming out from behind the wall, "What bout me?"
Jack heard Spot and whirled around, "You okay Spot?" he asked.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 11:08:48 GMT -5
Hob whirled around to see Racetrack. "What's he doin' heah?"
Blondie had forgotten about Racetrack, "You stay here," She glanced at Hob, who she still didn't believe, "in case I need back-up."
"Yeah...great..." Spot muttered, trying to focus his vision so that he didn't see two Jack's.
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