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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 15:51:11 GMT -5
Jack had to hold Race back from attacking Spot. He reached over as they passed a rich gentleman and nicked a couple of cigars out,handing them to Race,who calmed down.
Race stuffed the cigars in his pocket,a little happier now.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 15:54:39 GMT -5
Spot kept walking, using the cane, which was working rather well, for support.
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 16:01:22 GMT -5
Jack turned off towards the docks, following Spot,he heard Race strike a match and light up a cigar,He didn't blame him. He could go for a cigarette right then.
Race looked around the alleyway,his hands shoved in his pockets as he puffed away at the cigar.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 16:07:00 GMT -5
"Well...heah we are,"Spot said, as they walked up to the door of Tony's place.
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 16:13:24 GMT -5
Jack pushed the door over,remembering he'd kicked it down earlier. He stepped over it and went back down the familiar hallway.
Race looked around, "So...we's goin' tah his office?" he asked.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 16:16:22 GMT -5
"What choice do we have?" Spot said, irritated.
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Post by Race on Aug 2, 2007 16:32:31 GMT -5
Jack opened the door to his office,surprised they hadn't been ambushed by Tony's men,but he didn't see the familiar smoke that hazed over the table.
"What da..." Race looked around, "He ain't even heah!"
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 2, 2007 16:34:34 GMT -5
The swivel chair turned around. Hob was sitting in it. "Hey dere boys," he said, smirking at them.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 10:39:45 GMT -5
"Where's Tony?" Jack asked,staring at Hob.
Race raised his eyebrows,then it hit him, "What you do wit Blondie ya lil oompa loompa!" he said
((cause Racetrack so totally knows what an oompa loompa is.lol))
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 10:45:33 GMT -5
( ) In responce to Racetrack's question, Hob just smirked. He then turned to Jack, "He's out right now."
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 11:18:28 GMT -5
"Don't youse smirk at me!" Race yelled, "Don't tink I'll jump ovah dat desk and beat ya lil head in."
Jack got ready to hold Racetrack back,they needed Hob to get information out of.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 11:23:42 GMT -5
"Tony had to take care of some...business..." Hob said, "He should be back soon."
Moose walked in. Upon seeing the group, he looked at Spot. "Heh," he took a step away.
Spot lunged at him, both falling to the ground, and started throwing punches, "YOUSE GONNA REGRET EVAH MESSIN' WIT DA CONLON'S!" he yelled as Moose tried to shield himself from Spot's blows.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 12:14:25 GMT -5
Jack heard the gunshot behind him and jumped,turning around face-to-face with Tony Soprano.
"you were in my chair again' werentcha kid?" tony growled at Hob,pulling Spot off of Moose and throwing him in a chair. "What have I told ya bout my chair?"
"I's tell ya where ya can shove ya chair..."Race muttered,looking off so Tony didn't see his face.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 4, 2007 12:19:25 GMT -5
Moose got up with a bloody nose and busted lip.
Hob, who had jumped out of Tony's chair when he walked in, walked around the desk to stand beside Moose.
"Okay I'm heah so whaddya want?" Spot said, glaring at Tony.
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Post by Race on Aug 4, 2007 13:02:39 GMT -5
Tony threw a file at Spot,it was marked CONLON, "Money." was the only word he said.
Race stared at the file over Spot's shoulder,mouth open.
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