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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1333830" data-attributes="member: 13737">KevinYou look in the trash and find your wallet and identification, but no cash or credit cards. Furious, you go to enter the restaurant, but the maitre de steps in front of you."Excuse me, sir. But unless you have a reservation, you may not enter."You see the gang members sitting at a table in the restaurant with an absolutely gorgeous oriental woman and a rather large black man. Between the two, a woman in business attire sits quietly. The oriental woman sees you at the door, and says something to the gang members at the table. The original four look over and get up, heading towards you.Vince and RandallAs you consider leaving, one teen comes out of the crowd and pokes you to get your attention. He's a geeky looking kid, tall and thin with glasses on."Hey, you're two of those mutants from that EPIC school huh? Suppose you think you're pretty hot stuff huh? Betcha I can beat you at any game in here huh? I'll betcha ten bucks I can beatcha at Mind Over Orion huh?"You look over at the game he's indicating and it's an eye activated game that you wear a headset to play. You've seen the style before; the headset responds as fast as you can think and move your eyes to select options. It appears to be space fighter head to head game.The other kids are definitely in favor of seeing the matchup, some supporting the kid, some trying to convince one of you to "take him down."Michelle and RaisaCarl looks uncertain. "Fine, but remember it was your choice to get involved. Just don't talk in there," he says as he leads you inside.You approach the table. The bulky italian looks at his friend and shrugs. "I thought you were ditchin' the dames, Whisper," he says."They're with me. They'll help me get whatever it is you want done, done.""The boss'll be happy ta hear dat, Whisper. Dat one might be useful for added muscle. The scrawny one don't look none to useful.""You want this done or what?""You best remember who we are, boy. We're doin' you the favor here. So mind your tongue," the thinner italian says. "Now siddown."Carl takes a seat, and indicates the two of you should do the same."Tommy G been late with his cut. Real late. He says some other gang been edgin' in on his territory an' his takes been turnin' over to this new group. The boss think's that's a load o' crap. Think's Tommy G been skimmin'. Need ya to find out what's what, discreet like. If he's skimmin', boss wants to know 'fore yous do anything," the bulky italian explains.Carl opens the box. Inside is a data pad, a phone and two thick bundles of cash. Carl flips scrolls through names, addresses and faces on the data pad, and puts the cash in his suit pocket. Lastly, he pulls out a cell phone and puts it in his inside coat pocket."You and your girls handle that, Whisper?""Yeah," Carl answers as he puts the pad into his other coat pocket. "Gonna need wheels for this, and I can't do it immediately. Don't want EPIC getting wind of this. A week and it'll be done.""Alright, we can do a week. Yous call me," the italian says, handing Carl a card, "when yous need the car, an where you want it. If it aint done in a week, yous knows what happens, so don't dick around, Whisper.""My bro's marker is clean after this," Carl states as the two italians get up to leave."That's between you and the boss. I aint in charge of this," the thinner italian says as stands. "Good job keepin' these two chicks in line, Whisper. This one's got a pretty mouth," he says, lewdly smiling at Michelle. "You let me know when you done wit her. I can find a place at my club for her."With that parting comment, the two casually stroll towards the exit.</blockquote>

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