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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6559664" data-attributes="member: 11146">As the van passed by Wee Bee, Cyril didn't spot the fat Christian woman.&nbsp; The police cars swept through the parking lot and stopped at odd angles in front of the entry door.&nbsp; One officer remained in one of the squad cars, but the other seven uniformed officers darted to the store, drawing their sidearms.&nbsp; Before Cyril could see more, the van went out of range further south down Meridian Street.Marks didn't look happy.&nbsp; He fell into stony silence for a long two minutes.&nbsp; When he angled the car through the canyons of high rise buildings in downtown Indianapolis.&nbsp; At the corner of Meridian and Michigan, the War Memorial loomed in the inky night.&nbsp; Floodlights lit a long column of stairs that clawed their way from the grass at the base of the memorial to the concrete monstrosity of the memorial's tomb.&nbsp; <img src="http://i61.tinypic.com/160zguc.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />When the van passed by the memorial, Marks turned left onto New York Street and headed east.&nbsp; Marks resumed talking.&nbsp; &quot;Higher up won't be happy.&nbsp; This'll make the eleven o'clock news, but they won't have time for full coverage, so misinformation'll fan the fire.&nbsp; The cops will be looking for witnesses, and when they view the tape, they'll come looking for us.&quot;&nbsp; Marks turned his head sideways and threw a look at Otter.&nbsp; .&quot;It means a little visit from Garvey.&nbsp; It means questions.&nbsp; And we'd better have answers.&quot;Ten minutes later, Marks pulled into the old Methodist church and parked behind the fellowship hall.&nbsp; He turned to face the group in the rear of the van.&nbsp; &quot;Let's get inside.&nbsp; No talking until we're inside and the door is closed.&nbsp; First order of business is wound care for Feral and J.R..&nbsp; T-dawg, can you help Feral while I tend J.R.?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6559664, member: 11146"] As the van passed by Wee Bee, Cyril didn't spot the fat Christian woman. The police cars swept through the parking lot and stopped at odd angles in front of the entry door. One officer remained in one of the squad cars, but the other seven uniformed officers darted to the store, drawing their sidearms. Before Cyril could see more, the van went out of range further south down Meridian Street. Marks didn't look happy. He fell into stony silence for a long two minutes. When he angled the car through the canyons of high rise buildings in downtown Indianapolis. At the corner of Meridian and Michigan, the War Memorial loomed in the inky night. Floodlights lit a long column of stairs that clawed their way from the grass at the base of the memorial to the concrete monstrosity of the memorial's tomb. [IMG]http://i61.tinypic.com/160zguc.jpg[/IMG] When the van passed by the memorial, Marks turned left onto New York Street and headed east. Marks resumed talking. [color=red]"Higher up won't be happy. This'll make the eleven o'clock news, but they won't have time for full coverage, so misinformation'll fan the fire. The cops will be looking for witnesses, and when they view the tape, they'll come looking for us."[/color] Marks turned his head sideways and threw a look at Otter. .[color=red]"It means a little visit from Garvey. It means questions. And we'd better have answers."[/color] Ten minutes later, Marks pulled into the old Methodist church and parked behind the fellowship hall. He turned to face the group in the rear of the van. [color=red]"Let's get inside. No talking until we're inside and the door is closed. First order of business is wound care for Feral and J.R.. T-dawg, can you help Feral while I tend J.R.?"[/color] [/QUOTE]

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