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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 11:28:11 GMT -4
"Ah, and just when we were getting on so well, madam," Pietro said mockingly, smiling devilishly.
"I hate to see you go so soon...but I'm sure I'll love to watch you leave."
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 11:32:40 GMT -4
Would it be very odd to ask this idiot to kill himself? For a reasonable fee. Jacob looked at him with squinted eyes of rage. A million things crossed his mind, but non of them made it to his mouth. He was in a restaurant, after all...
The check arrived.
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Post by quicksilver on Oct 26, 2004 11:42:33 GMT -4
Pietro smiled at the obvious look of rage on her face. Sometimes people just rose all to easily to the bait he scattered, like fish to a lure. He took the check from the platter, and glanced at it, computing how much the lunch would have cost him in his head swiftly.
Getting out his wallet from his pocket, he got out some money and left it on the platter. There was enough for a handsome tip as well.
"I will meet you again when I've completed the assignments. Good day, Courier."
He tilted his head slightly to her in farewell as he got up from the table.
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Post by jacob on Oct 26, 2004 17:29:05 GMT -4
''You know how to contact me.'' Jacob answered, very pleased that Quicksilver was the first to leave and not him. He hated people staring at him and particularly to his back.
He put enough money on the plate to fit the check and left the restaurant.
There was be a nice warm bath waiting for him at the hotel he was staying at. Tonight he would sleep well.
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