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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 11:12:27 GMT -5
"Well what if dat lil fugazi is trickin' youse and ya end up like Max?" Racetrack said,he didn't trust Hob.
"Dey woiked ya ovah." Jack said,not sure what to do,he just let Spot get his bearings.
BJ got worried, "Race ain't back yet Jack.." she said, "So help me if dat lil weasel gets killed...."
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 11:16:22 GMT -5
"I know he could be tricking me...I'll brace myself," Blondie tried to reassure him. "Besides, that's why I have you."
Hob was becoming impatient, "Let's go!" he said, grabbing her arm.
"Hold ya horses kid," Blondie said, jerking away, "an don't touch me."
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 11:23:09 GMT -5
"So help me shorty if youse hurt her,you'll have me an' da Conlon's on ya backside." Race said,glaring at Hob,then turned around and headed towards the hospital.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 11:28:12 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah..." Hob said, "C'mon."
Blondie, with one last glance at Race's retreating back, took a deep breath and followed Hob.
Spot's vision finally focused. "Dat's bettah," he said, "Where's Blondie?"
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 11:34:56 GMT -5
"wit Race,he kinda got knocked unconcious at Tonys." Jack said,then realized he'd have to explain why.
Race came in,seeing Spot up,he felt lead drop in his stomach,what would he say if Spot saw Blondie wasn't with him. Race passed out in the door way.
"RACE!" BJ ran over,checking on Racetrack.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 11:42:16 GMT -5
Spot watched the door, expecting Blondie to walk in. No Blondie. "Oh I know he didn't...RACETRACK!" he yelled hoarsely. He jumped to his feet only to collapse.
Hob led Blondie back to Tony's.
"So what's your plan kid?" Blondie asked, starting to feel really uncomfortable.
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 11:51:20 GMT -5
Jack helped Spot over to a chair,so he wouldn't fall again.
BJ started slapping Race "Wake up!" she yelled,hitting him again.
Race still wouldn't come around.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 12:00:57 GMT -5
"Well..." Hob said, "Just walk in and take him."
As they got to the stairs of the cellar, Blondie started to get even more suspicious than before. Where was all of the security? Hob opened the door. Blondie looked down the stairs, keeping a close eye on Hob. It all happened so fast: A hand pushed Blondie in the small of the back, she pitched headlong down the stairs, and before going unconscious, she heard Moose say, "Ya did good kid."
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 12:26:08 GMT -5
Max woke up,hearing something go down the stairs,he prayed it wasn't one of Tony's men again,he'd had enough. "Whosat?" he muttered.
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"Jack get a doctor!" BJ yelled,still trying to get Race up.
Jack sped out the door,looking for anyone ,"Someone help!" he said, "My friend just passed out!"
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 12:30:26 GMT -5
Blondie lay there motionless.
Spot watched Racetrack, waiting for him to wake up so he could find out where Blondie was at.
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 12:35:29 GMT -5
Max urged himself to stand up,he looked down,seeing Blondie with his double vision, "Ah crap..." he slurred,picking her up the best he could and leaned her against the wall.
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Jack finally came back with a doctor,who looked at Racetrack.
"What happened to his head?" the doctor asked.
"He got slammed into a wall." Jack said.
"Well,that's why he's out right now." the doctor said, "minor concussion.He'll be okay though.He should come around in a little while."
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 12:40:16 GMT -5
"Hey, where's Max?" Spot asked, unaware of what had happened earlier.
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 12:43:42 GMT -5
"Spot..he, ah....he got kidnapped by Tony's gang." Jack said, "now Tone's wantin' you tah negotiate wit him for Max's safety.Dat's why Race is out like a light right now. We went back aftah Max."
BJ pulled Racetrack into one of the chairs she'd drug in there,keeping an eye out for when he was going to wake up,sobbing quietly.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 12:46:14 GMT -5
Spot clenched his fists. "What'd I do ta him?!" he said, raising his voice.
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 12:49:48 GMT -5
"I don't know." Jack said, "Apparently he tinks youse did somethin'."
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