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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nuke261" data-source="post: 961185" data-attributes="member: 11182">The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal AirportGoldsboro, North Carolina12:45pm, Late Spring 2003Craig Durant appeared from the cockpit, a large cup of steaming coffee in one hand and a leather jacket in the other.  He had changed out of his turtleneck and into a t-shirt.  "Okay people, we made it to North Carolina.  Captain Samuels tells me there is a hotel near by if you want to check it out to get cleaned up.  We are all starting to get a little road ripe."Durant made his way over to Montoya, careful not to step on anyone or any of their possessions that were rapidly cluttering the area.  "Rick, I need to go check on Ilianov and Donovan.  Hopefully Mr. Murphy has not gotten involved and I will be back with them.  But I need you to keep an eye on this bunch as best you can.  Samuels knows who we are looking for should they show up here.  I gave him our other phone so we can keep all parties in contact.  I'll be at a little bar up the road called 'Swede's Place.'  Any questions?"</blockquote>