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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nuke261" data-source="post: 972866" data-attributes="member: 11182">Swede's Place parking lotGoldsboro, North Carolina2:15pm, Late Spring 2003Talking business with Stewart was pleasant enough, but Durant was about to explode waiting for the others to arrive.  Finally, he sat up straight as a dark sedan pulled into the lot.  Yes, there was Ilianov, looking as if he was ready to walk into work.  The man always looked professional, it was a talent that Durant had certainly never been able to pick up on.  And there was Donovan.  Cripes, did he have to fight his way off the damn base!  Donovan looked like he had spent the day humping through the bush and then had to kill 5 people to get a ride.  No way at all those two blend. Now who is this red head? Durant made a mental note to complain to Davis about how he assigned his Lieutenants.  After motioning towards the window to Stewart, Durant got up from the table and walked to the door.   He indicated to the bartender that the next round was on him.</blockquote>