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<img src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l81/Asmodeus1845/Stories/6908865724_c1ede91844_b-soundslogical-by-nc-nd-20-800x532.jpg" border="1" width="500" align="right">"Well shit..." Mixer Mike smiled to the big mouthbreather beside him. "These bums had grammar lessons too!" He looked to the hooded man standing to one side. "Hear that, Don? We got ourselves a couple of associates looking for pharmaceuticals."
There was no laughter. The two guards were watching Marcus and Ricky like hawks. Only Mike seemed to be showing amusement. He kept them waiting, deliberately, as he checked his roster and made a few notes. Then he looked up again. "There's a lot o' people say they need Lab Cure IX - folks much better-dressed and better-smellin' than you." He scratched his 80s moustache. "Hell, there's people who'll kill just to know where that shit came from."
Again, the Mixer paused deliberately, glancing over his notes again, then looking at Marcus and Ricky ponderously. "Come to think of it... mayhaps you and your associate here know more than I do."
There was a slight change in the atmosphere... the two guards shifting their feet as they sensed Mike about to give an order.
But the Mixer held Ricky's stare a little longer and then said, simply, "Now what's a nice couple o' boys like you want with the Cure?"
There was no laughter. The two guards were watching Marcus and Ricky like hawks. Only Mike seemed to be showing amusement. He kept them waiting, deliberately, as he checked his roster and made a few notes. Then he looked up again. "There's a lot o' people say they need Lab Cure IX - folks much better-dressed and better-smellin' than you." He scratched his 80s moustache. "Hell, there's people who'll kill just to know where that shit came from."
Again, the Mixer paused deliberately, glancing over his notes again, then looking at Marcus and Ricky ponderously. "Come to think of it... mayhaps you and your associate here know more than I do."
There was a slight change in the atmosphere... the two guards shifting their feet as they sensed Mike about to give an order.
But the Mixer held Ricky's stare a little longer and then said, simply, "Now what's a nice couple o' boys like you want with the Cure?"