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[roll0] J.R. stands in the doorway, narrowing his eyes, studying Marks. "We got cupny from da local office. Brung some jagoff from a cawidge or summina looky at da beast. Apparently it's infectious. Since yinz had da most contact aht of alls of us figgerd we'd check yinz aht. Come git some...

J.R. gives him a curious look with a smile. "Ats one place to hide it I suppose, not rilly wah I meant but whatever. Les go make sure Marks hasn't sprouted tenticles."

"Hey T, where's my gun?" J.R. eats the rest of his food and follows.

J.R. isn't surprised the suit knows more about the group than they knew about him seeing as he was from the local field office, he probably had files on all them since they were operating on his turf. J.R. looked at the others when Bukowski asked about the girl, "Yinz dint tell them?" He took...

"Thanks boss." J.R. replies as he flops into one of the chairs at the table. He continues to eye the new guy. "Yunz da new baby sitter?"

J.R. had fallen back asleep to the soothing sounds of Metallica, Iron Maiden, and ACDC. All of which were playing from Pandora on his tablet. This caused him to miss most of the introductions. Now there was the smell of fresh cooked food in the air which caused him to stir. Eventually he rolled...

J.R. goes back to his cot and lays down, promptly putting an earbud into an ear and picks up his tablet. Shortly after Metallica can be heard softly from his corner of the church. Again he looks calm, but a close look would reveal there is a shake in his hands. People, for the most part, were...

This is going to be good :)

J.R. follows Cyril and listens intently.

J.R. watches as Marks gets his a** kicked. He catches eyes with Feral and gives him a nod with a smirk almost like a mental high five. However he doesn't say anything.

J.R. stops in his tracks, "Shii*t wah abaht da kid that got away? Wah happens whenever he comes hunting fer his girlfriend? If wes run, wes become public enemy numer one. FCC will deny everything and alls of a sudden we're excaped cons. We stay we git pinched fer murder. Our only option is Garvey."

J.R. paces around the sanctuary listening in on everyone weighing thier opinions trying to get a grasp on his own. "Being on da run fer da rest of my life is not an appealing option. I'd rather go back and serve my sentence."

J.R watched the exchange go back and forth but was only concerned with one thing, "Wah jest happened? Wah was that ting in da bathroom? As far as I'm concerned ats da top priority in this mess. How do we explain it and to who?" The last was directed to Marks.

J.R. heads upstairs with the cop in tow, he grabs his wallet out of a pair of pants and hands it to the officer. "So much fer gettin any sleep tonight."

J.R. follows down to the basement still in awe that this worked. When asked who he is he responds with a smile, "I'm da guy who dies first in da movie unfortunately. Yinz want my stage name or da one on my birth certificate?" After hearing the demand for identification he says, "That answers...

J.R. shrugs and plays dead, contemplating life decisions.

Alrighty I stand corrected. I had no clue. My buddy still has his and he was low rank and only served one term. Might have been an old expired one.

Hm interesting.

I would have assumed he would have both. Even discharged military keep military identification.

J.R. with his hands still behind his head watches as Cyril completely suckers the cop with the false story. He audibly clears his throat and looks at the cop, "Yinz want me to stay put? Or can I giddup?"