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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 5, 2009 11:25:25 GMT -5
Kate smiled at the phone as Matt walked away. It was funny to think of Matt turning into a girl. He was such a macho man that Kate couldn't really see him with long hair and make up on. It was kind of a scary picture. His face wasn't the most pretty face in the world, not that he was ugly, just that he would be it he had a girls face. In fact he would be a very ugly girl. "Oh, defiantly Bambi." Kate replied thinking of him as a Bambi. That's when Matt ordered her to put it on speaker phone, which of course she did. She did just about everything he asked, as long as it was reasonable.
When Krys called him Bambi Kate laughed softly to herself. The look on Matt's face was priceless. He had no idea what the two were getting at, but he knew it was nothing good. And he would never know what the two had been talking about. It would be their little inside joke for a while. That was one thing she liked about the tech, she knew how to have a goof time and make fun of others. And when Krys did it and Kate followed Matt didn't get mad, he never got mad at Krys.
"Good idea, Krys." Kate said when she informed them that she had sent the info to her e-mail and not Matt's. "We don't need another 'incident'" She looked at Matt with a playful wink. When Krys rattled on about sleeping in the same bed Kate felt her stomach turn. It wasn't so much as sleeping in the same bed at her partner, which still wasn't all that nice of a though, it was the thought of being in bed with anyone. "One word." Kate said. "Couch." or floor depending on the size of the place. That was were Kate normally ended up, if she was lucky. She tried to get the floor or couch, know Matt's back wouldn't like sleeping on something hard. And she didn't mind it, it reminded her that she was alive.
As the phone was slammed shut she held it out for Matt to take. In truth she was glad he had done that, not wanting to have to answer Krys' question anyway. Then she followed him on the little tour around the house. It was a fairly old house with a lot random arch ways and high ceilings. It was a nice place. And there was a large screen TV, that Kate wondered how the FBI payed for. Seeing the bottom floor she headed back to the stairs. "Which room did he put me in?" She asked, "I want to check my lap top see what Krys found."
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 5, 2009 15:14:50 GMT -5
Matt was actually relieved when the phone clicked and Krys was no longer teasing him. Not that he minded, when it was just the two of them he could easily dish it right out and back to her, but right now he was in his 'business' mindset. Matthew was very passionate and focused when it came to his work, let alone an assignment that could be dangerous for himself and his partner.
He wasn't just looking out for his own life and well being but Kate's, not to mention Krys' if anyone got their hands on his phone or belongings and somehow found out who she was and who she worked for. So everything had to be handled professionally. And rarely did Matthew work any other way, as many of his coworkers and superiors could attest to.
"It was one time and anyone could have made that mistake." Matt grunted over his shoulder as he walked through the home, Kate following not far behind. He was referring to the one time he had attempted to open up an attachment in an email and ended up throwing the mouse to the ground which bounced and hit a very expensive computer part. He was taunted and lectured for days after that incident. God, how he hated technology.
Walking past the couch now he eyed it a bit before he continued on his way to no certain destination. He often argued Kate for the couch when there was only one bed. It was the southern gentleman in him. Sure it killed his back, which already was in a deteriorating state but he was a man and always put a lady's needs before his own in EVERY capacity. Even if the lady in question hated his guts at times. He had to be chivalrous, he was also a very caring, generous fellow. You couldn't knock that out of him even with all of the crap that had been thrown his way.
Reaching out with his left hand he took the phone from Kate before shoving it into his jean pocket. "You're uh..." He still seemed a bit unsteady, whether by the phonecall or something else that had been said, so his voice was gravely at first. "You're..." He managed to point up slightly with his finger, waving it some. "Upstairs. First room on the left." Kate's belongings were already there, on the floor at the foot of the bed when Matt had managed to trudge up there moments earlier.
He shifted a bit on his feet. "I oughta change. Just in case we get visitors." He explained quietly before brushing past her, his dark eyes focused in front of himself as he hurried back toward where they had come from and grasping the railing made his way back upstairs. Down the short hallway he found his own room and closed the door, though he didn't lock it, and began to change. Might as well get into 'costume' just in case their invited guests chose to show up early.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 6, 2009 11:40:08 GMT -5
Kate watched as Matt started to stutter. It didn't make any sense. What had she said. As far as she knew she had only asked about her room so she could look at the lap top. Nothing that bad, right? But for some reason the older man seemed fluttered by the question. Following his a few meters back Kate went up the stairs and watched as he shut the door to his room. Watching it for a few moment Kate then walked into her own room, easily enough found for her bags were more half out the door then inside. Pushing them in she also shut her door, only unlike Matt she locked it. An old habit.
Knowing that Matt was changing Kate thought that she might as well do the same. Right now her cloths said that she was a low life poor person, which was what she normally wore. While this house and the seeing of illegal weapons suggested that they were at least slightly rich. So she went into her suitcase and found a grand dark blue top the exposed her shoulders, but was long sleeved. With this she put on long white pants. The out fit looking great on her, but yet wasn't to revealing. Kate learned that it was bad to let anyone on that you wanted more then you were willing to give. Luckily she was able to shot him before he got any where then pin it on an attempted rape, which wasn't hard to do.
Once dressed she pulled out her lap top and turned it on, entering her password which was a devilishly long Russian phrase, one of the languages she knew enough to get by with though her Israel was much better, that no one would ever figure out, something important when you had information on it that could be used to ID you as a cop. With that done she opened her e-mail and looked at what Krys had given her. Looking at he watch she left her room and went and knocked on Matt's door. "Hey, you want to see this?" She called and waited for an answer.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 6, 2009 22:29:32 GMT -5
He was supposed to look wealthy, and yet like an overworked arms dealer. Luckily the look was fairly simple to put together. An undershirt, an undone buttonup shirt, a tie that wasn't tied hanging loose around his neck. Perhaps if he jogged around his room a bit later he could manage to get himself to perspire to add to the affect. Bending forward he ran his hands furiously through his dark hair making it stand out every which way. That much could be said for Matthew Grimaldi, he always sold the act in every mission he ever took. He always gave 110% to everything he did. It was in his blood.
He was glad that he didn't have to practice an accent. This time around he could be an American business man if he chose. The profile said he was raised there, not born there, which made his job less stressful than Kate's in that sense. Of course he still had to worry about his hint of southern accent and how he'd justify being with young Kate if he didn't speak the language. Couldn't rely solely on his 'looks', he knew that. Kate was pretty, difficult, but lovely. He was middleaged (at least in his mind). Well, at least their visitors would suspect it was because of the immense amount of money he apparently had. Idiots...
In hearing Kate at the door he straightened and moved to the door, opening it. He stood in the doorway apparently not budging. He was not going to let Kate in HIS room, even if it was temporary. There were just some lines he never thought of crossing no matter how ridiculous.
Still standing in front of her he inclined his head. "What do you got?" He inquired in his gruff voice, though his appearance had changed a bit for now, he was still the same old Matthew Grimaldi, at least until company arrived.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 7, 2009 13:32:11 GMT -5
Kate watched as the door opened and Matt stood right in front of her, not letting her in. She didn't really mind, only that she thought it would be easier to set the lap top down. But that didn't matter she would have to deal with it. It made sense that he wouldn't let her in his room. It was like a big brother not wanting his sister to get coddies in his room. And that's what the two were, in Kate's mind. Brother and sister always making fun of each other, never getting along. (With that description they could also be a married couple.)
"Okay, well what Krys found was not the target, sadly." Kate said with a play pouty face, trying to lighten the mood a little before she went on to explaining what she had found. The two of them needed to be in as high of spirits as they could be. "By-the-way," She said eying him curiously. "You look smashing!" She flashed him a mocking smile before looking back down to the open computer. "Okay, well back to business." She muttered reading over the first few words again. "So what Krys did find was that this guys aren't looking for any simple guns and amo. Their in it for the big game. If I didn't know any better I would think they were going to do another "9/11" but, luckily we're on the case.' She smiled again but that smile soon faded into a more serious face. After all this was very serious. "Their looking for nuclear weapons, Matt." She looked down at the screen and read the e-mail again making sure that she didn't miss anything, afraid to really look Matt in the eye knowing how sad and angry he must be feeling.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 8, 2009 16:27:51 GMT -5
"By-the-way," She said eying him curiously. "You look smashing!"
Matt barely flinched as Kate purposely tried to press his buttons or get some sort of reaction out of him. Kate always did that much like Krys but somehow Matt always managed to not give in. His face remained remarkably neutral despite the voice and her teasing him. He was well aware of the fact that she was being sarcastic, that she was just trying to get a rise out of him.
He watched her with dark eyes, running his hand through his hair once more as she opened her laptop and peered at whatever shined on the screen. Matt kept a respectable distance from her, giving Kate her much beloved space despite the fact she had allowed herself entrance to his room. Standing by the wall near the door he crossed his arms over his chest, just watching her and waiting to hear whatever news she had to deliver.
"They're looking for nuclear weapons, Matt."
"Course they are." He sighed heavily. He wished that this was a surprise but really it was old news. Nowadays everyone they dealt with was going for the big stuff, trying to do as much drama and casualties as possible. This of course was how low the human race had sunk. Everyone wanted to go bigger, badder, harder and inflict the most damage. The very thought disgusted him. How could anyone even think of doing such a thing? Even after all of these years spent in his profession he couldn't comprehend it.
"What model?" He sighed glancing up toward the ceiling. If it wasn't specified he had more freedom to improvise whatever story he liked which took a great deal of the stress off of him. He could certainly sell it, he knew that it wouldn't be a problem if that was the case.
"Well, I've got backups." He went on, moving toward his dufflebag in the corner of the room. Kneeling down he unzipped it he dug for a moment or two before pulling out a vanilla file which carried fake plans for missles and other weapons. They had been copied from other real 'bust' sites (and dismembered of course) so it wasn't like there were others just like them on the black market.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 8, 2009 17:39:41 GMT -5
Kate watched Matt seeing that he didn't really like her playfulness. She wondered if he thought she was being mean, when really she was just trying to poke fun, like Krys might do. Than again Matt would never think Kate's fun was the same as Krys'. Which brought her back to think there was something going on between the two, and sexual or not it kind of annoyed her. Why did he have to show favoritism. Then again Kate wasn't someone you could get along with. Actually none of it really mattered to her. Still she founded that it annoyed her. Which was something she would never understand.
Turning the computer so Matt could read it, even though she doubted he could see it (Hahaha), Kate answered his question. "State of the art thermonuclear bombs. Big. They want as large of a bomb as they can get their hands one, and as many as we can supple. No less than 4, though." Pausing she turned to her Elizabeth voice, newly modified not to sound to lovely-dovey "Me. I'm not sure how we're going to pull this off. I say the largest we can get would be... hum... Two foot long? Anything bigger might be seen." She looked at Matt with a serious face, even though her voice was anything but serious.
Then she looked at her watch, luckily facing the right away so she didn't have to move it with the computer in her arms. It was getting closer to the time, there was still a good twenty minutes though, so unless they were early they still had time to talk over what their plan was. They couldn't sound to knowledgeable though, else the client thought something was up. She looked at Matt waiting to see what he had to say. He was the led on this anyway, he had all the missile plans and what not.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 8, 2009 21:28:44 GMT -5
If only Matt knew what Kate was thinking: His and Krys' relationship being anything more than friendly. He certainly would have had something to say about that thought. In fact, for a man that was usually of few words, he would have had plenty to say both out of need of self preservation, the need for truth, and so that no one could misinterpret him to be some sort of old pervert.
He and Krys were close, sure. More so than Matt and anyone else, though his relationship with Kate was as close as either of them would let it become. He had no idea that people could be upset by his and Krys' friendship. They were friends, heck, if pressed he might even confess to caring for her immensely but not in any other fashion that was suitable. She was Krys for godsakes! He just wanted to look out for her even if some people found it odd. But there was good reason for his and Krys' closeness.
He had been in charge of the bust at her home when illegal hacking into the FBI's base had been found. He practically kicked the door down when they got their warrant and led the team inside expecting some unshaven, completely disgusting old man. Much to his own shocks when he raced up the stairs he saw a teenage girl with shocked eyes looking back at him. At first he couldn't even speak the order to handcuff her, he was completely surprised. He was the one that questioned her (she had turned down a lawyer) and after going through an entire day interview/interrogation with her she spilled everything.
She had done it because she was 'bored'. Those words from her mouth, completely careless and genuine had thrown him for a loop. By then he saw the bruises on her arm and some cuts on other places and though she had never fessed up to the abuse, Matt could make an educated guess. From then on he was protective of her. He got her out of possible jail time and a job at Counter Terror. He still felt responsible for her years later. To this day he still hadn't confronted her father, apparently the abuse had stopped and he had sobered up, but that certainly didn't mean that he didn't wish to give the man a piece of his mind... And fist. This wasn't favoritism. This was being protective.
Matt couldn't see the screen from where he stood but pretended not to mind. Instead he crossed his arms over his chest and walked toward his bed, sitting down (though leaving room between them). He knew that Kate liked, no, LOVED her space. His hands folded in his lap for a moment, bouncing his feet on the floorboards out of lack of anything better to do.
"Maybe we can tuck the weapon in your pants. The way you like to do things you might as well have something to sling around like the rest of the guys." A joke, and this one had a hint of his southern accent that he had assumed he lost over time from being away. Every once in a while, when he teased, it came back again.
"Either way I've got sketches to show them if we get in a bind." He sighed and reached up to his neck, tucking the guitar pick necklace beneath his shirt. No point in arguing that he take it off, no matter what the situation he never would.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 9, 2009 9:54:40 GMT -5
Kate smiled slightly at Matt's little joke. Though she didn't respond to it. It was a subject that she stayed away from. She just wasn't that kind of person. yet the only joke had made in hours was that one. What did that say about him? That thought only made her smile larger. Deciding that they didn't need the computer any more Kate logged off of it, shut it, and set it on the dresser. She wondered if Matt knew her password. She kind of doubted it. Unlike her Matt didn't really know any other languages. Kate had learned Russian when she was in high school, instead of hanging out with other kids. She also took French class, since her school didn't offer Russian as a course. Than in College she learned Arabic, after figuring out that she wanted to work for Counter Terror. In the year she had worked undercover she had learned bits and pieces of other middle eastern languages, but nothing that she could pass off as actually knowing the language.
Kate was about to say something else, when the door bell rang. At first she felt panic, then she calmed down. It was on. She looked out the door, but wasn't able to see the door, or even the stairs, from where she was. She looked back at Matt. "I guess the game it on." She said in her new voice, something she was already used to. "Stay low my love." She added. "I'll get the door?" With that she started out the room, messing with her hair a little, making sure it wasn't messy, unlike Matt's. Her walk was a "sexy" walk, something she knew would cause all eyes on her, added with her natural stunning beauty. It would help Matt justify the fact that he was with her, and she was with him.
Reaching the door she adjusted her shirt took a big breath and opened it. There stood the man that she knew as Liam, and his "friend" Michael. She looked at both guys for a long moment before said, "You Liam?" When the man nodded she smiled and said, "You're early." Then she turned and called up that stairs, "David, dear, their here." She turned back to the two men. "Why don't you come in." She waved them into the living room, and waited for Matt to get there.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 9, 2009 18:12:20 GMT -5
In hearing the doorbell ring Matt lifted his head to look to his bedroom door, though he didn't stand. His partner found her way to her feet and moved to the door, per usual taking charge. This was something Matt was used to by now, especially with the length of their partnership so he barely argued, hell he didn't even open his mouth anymore. Let her do her job and she'd let him do his. That was a positive thing about Kate, she never lectured or asked too many questions. Nor did she ever make conversation just to do so.
When she left the room he took a few moments to himself taking in the quiet that wouldn't last much longer. A slow, paced inhaling breath and on the exhale he pushed himself to his feet, running his hands through his hair one last time before he started toward the door and then down the stairs. Already he could hear Kate's voice and two others'.
Showtime.
"David, dear, they're here."
"About time." He announced as he made his way down the stairs, his left hand lightly clasping the railing until he reached the floor level. His voice was a tad different than usual, lower in pitch and yet louder in volume, more gut-y. He was playing a business man afterall, and all the ones that he knew had been egotistical bastards. Why should an arms dealer be any different?
"What did I tell you about yelling when I'm working Lizzie?" He lectured and with ease wrapped his arm around Kate's slender waist, hoping that Kate wouldn't take it too personally that he was talking 'down' to her like the ego driven character he was playing. In character he gave another chuckle and an apologetic smile, looking at the two men who seemed amuse at this display. "And besides, if they were anything but early I'd be concerned about who I choose to do my business with. Am I right?"
The two men of course laughed and stroked one another's ego before Matthew reached out for a handshake. "Liam, Michael." He nodded his head curtly before straightening, taking a step back though his arm once again wrapped around Kate. "Pleasure to meet you at last. Shall we go into the parlor?" Though he was being vague it was obvious that he was talking about the 'business' that they were here for.
"The paperwork is already laid out on the table." He continued as he guided the way toward the modest living room, nodding toward a couch across from a chair. He would take the chair, he knew the positioning well enough to know that was the 'power seat'. Kate of course would be left standing or could perch on the armrest. "You'll notice we have a few that you can select from, pending on what you're looking for."
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 9, 2009 22:03:57 GMT -5
Kate was amused by the voice the Matt had decided to use. Never he less it worked just fine. She could actually she him looking like a rich arms dealer with that voice. She hoped that with her own she looked like an Arab, even though she was white and pale, she knew that she could pass it off as being albino or something as long as the voice was right. Arabic people didn't have that dark of skin anyway. When Matt positioned himself next to her and placed his arm around her wast she didn't show any signs of not liking it. Kate hated it, but Liz didn't, and right now she was Lizzie. Instead she actually leaned into it and placed her hand on his back.
"Sorry, Dave, it won't happen again." She said softly like she didn't want the two men the hear. Then she followed Matt into the living room. She watched as Matt took his seat at the head of the room and the two men placed themselves on the couch. Of course Kate was left standing, but she was a lady after all. It was lucky she was in on the deal in the first place. She moved next to the armchair and stood there, placing a soft hand on Matt's shoulder. Then she looked at Liam and Michael, sizing them up. Both men had guns strapped to their wasts, visible to them. This was a sign that they were packing heat but trusted the two of them enough not to need to hid it. Kate herself had a gun tied to her ankle.
"Very impressive." Liam said, obviously the leader of the two. Michael was just there for extra 'protection'. "What's the biggest model you got?" He added picking up a few of the plans to see them closer. he looked like he was really interested in what they had to offer. He didn't see any reason not to trust 'David' and 'Elizabeth'. He wondered how much he could get out of them and if they would agree to help with the operation, but that was a question for a later time.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 11, 2009 11:34:55 GMT -5
As he sat rather calmly across from the two dangerous men he noticed the guns right away, but made no mention of them. As an undercover agent you had to be aware of every detail of your surroundings at all times. You were constantly multi-tasking with being aware, keeping in character, and how the sting would eventually go down. It was a lot to think about all at once, but Matthew kept a cool face. Calm as ever despite the danger of the situation. Matt had his own protective tucked at his side, unseen by the two men.
"What's the biggest model you got?"
Matt leaned forward rather casually reaching for one of the papers on the small table between them. "That would be this one. The F-40. That's what they're calling it now anyways. Beautiful piece of work. Not only do you have the casualties of the initial explosion but it's filled with a concoction of chemicals that will keep the number rising for another six months." Matt looked up giving a bit of a smirk. He hated talking like this, but sometimes you did what you had to do to catch the bad guys.
"Is it to your liking or should I find something more... Subtle?" Matt asked knowing just the way to egg these types of men on. Force a reaction, force them to speak in incriminating ways so they could get more evidence against them (one of the clocks nearby had a recording device inside). The FBI spared no expense when it came to one of these operations and right now Liam and his oaf of a friend were going right along with it.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 16, 2009 11:08:31 GMT -5
Kate sat quietly on the arm of the chair. Listening to the two speak. She took everything in about the two men in front of her. Including a detailed image of them. That was one of her strengths, never forgetting a face. Which helped a lot. She also took in things like if they seemed stressed, or worried, all things that could indict that they didn't trust or believe Matt and herself. Nothing. They seemed perfectly normal. Other than a small sign on Michael's face. Something that Kate couldn't quite place. Something that seemed to suggest that their business wasn't done when they got the guns. Yet it wasn't anything to do with killing anyone.
Liam took the model Matt showed him. He looked over it carefully, while listening to Matt speak. It seemed real. As far as he could tell this was going good. he smiled and placed the paper back on the counter. "How much?" he asked simply looking the rich man in the eyes. This was going better than he could have ever wanted it to.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Jul 16, 2009 22:42:45 GMT -5
"How much?"
"Hundred Thousand." Matt declared in a firm, yet calm voice. Any hesitation would have led the men to believe that he was either inexperienced, unprepared, or would haggle. No. If you said the price quickly without any hesitation or reservations they would believe that you were selling exactly what you claimed and you would avoid any unnecessary problems.
"No less than that." He added as he leaned his back into the chair, crossing his legs loosely. His hands folded atop his lap his focus never waivering from the two men. Look confidant and you were a force to be reckoned with. And the recording devices would pick up every word making it a cinch in the future court sentencing of these wastes of space. "That's for one. Two would be 180 if you want to be sure the job is done 100%." But the men didn't respond right away so Matt chose to push his hand (like in poker).
Leaning forward he reached for the papers. "Course if this isn't what you're looking for..." Yep, a bluff but his voice was distant, teasing, enough to irk the men on for a response whether desirable or not.
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Post by Kate Saunders on Jul 25, 2009 12:46:59 GMT -5
Kate let Matt do all the talking and planing. He was the man, the actually arms dealer. Kate was just the wife. She watched the men and knew that they men felt a little weird with her sitting by David. She knew that things would get done a lot better with her gone. They would feel more free to talk. It was hard for the young agent to leave the room, though, she needed to be in the middle of the action. She felt like it was her job, the only thing she could do, and when she was forced to leave the work to the big boys it hurt her. But she knew that it had to be done. And one thing even the hot headed Kate knew was that while undercover you had to go with what needed to be done, not what you wanted or you would get yourself or someone killed. Even Kate who seemed suicidal wouldn't do that, because if they didn't get this guys then they would find really weapons and actually struck getting hundreds of families like her's killed.
"I'll get us some refreshments." She said softly before standing and gracefully walking to the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove to make some tea. She knew that they would like tea better than coffee, even though she really didn't expect them to have much time to drink it. She then moved to the living room door and stood by it. trying to here the conversation beyond it, not wanting to be out of the loop. Anyway something could go wrong so it was best that she stayed as close to them as she could so she could hear if it started to go sour, or if Matt gave the safety word.
Liam watched as the girl left then focused more on what David was saying. The price seemed fair, and he seemed confident in it, like he wasn't going to change even if they threatened to kill him or his wife. Liam looked at the model one last time and thought of the price for a moment. Then he looked up and smiled. "Sounds fair." He said and gave Michael a glace to make sure he agreed, which he did. Looking back at David he said, "We will take two. When can we pick them up?" He asked carefully judging what to say as to not make him mad, after all they needed this man more than he even knew.
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