Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4457687" data-attributes="member: 3285">Getting Results: Part 3a – Mamoud’s Body Shop“A body shop, huh?” asked Hammer.  “What’s our cover?”“It’s a body shop.”  Jim-Bean looked at Hammer as if he were stupid. “Our car needs repairs.”“But where are we going to get a car that’s in bad enough shape to need repairs?  We don’t have enough time to—“ Jim-Bean hit the accelerator and the Honda Civic slammed into the car in front of them.  Before Hammer could respond, Jim-Bean threw it in reverse and smashed the Civic into the car behind them.  Then throwing it into drive again, he pulled hard on the wheel, drove up on the sidewalk, and sped away.“You were saying?” asked Jim-Bean.“Never mind,” said Hammer. They had rehearsed their routine by the time they pulled up to Mamoud’s body shop.  “Are you sure this is going to work?” asked Hammer.Jim-Bean grinned.  “You just worry about the wetwork.  I can be very convincing when I want to be.”“These aren’t women,” Hammer said gruffly, screwing the silencers onto his Glocks.“I’ve been practicing.”  Jim-Bean tapped his forehead.  Hammer shrugged and stepped out of the car, skulking around the back of the body shop.“Hey!” Jim-Bean banged on the closed garage door. “Hey!” he started shouting. “What’s a bloke go to do to get some help around here?”There was furtive movement inside the body shop but no one came to the door.  Jim-Bean began banging hard on the glass door to the customer service area.  “Hello?  Anyone?”A rough-looking Middle Eastern man answered the door.  According to Blacknet, this was Mamoud. “Go away!  We’re closed!”“I’ve been in a terrible accident,” said Jim-Bean, touching Mamoud lightly and briefly on the forearm.  “Look at what they did to my beautiful car!”Mamoud didn’t even look at the car. “Go away!  We’re closed.”“Closed?” Jim-Bean looked around.  “In the middle of the day?  What the bloody hell for?” He checked his watch.  “It’s well past lunch—““I said we’re closed!” Mamoud turned to slam the door in Jim-Bean’s face.“I’m just going to have to call the cops then and see if I can get the insurance out of this…”Jim-Bean didn’t have to finish the sentence.  Mamoud froze in mid-slam.  Signs of an internal struggle flicked across his face.  Jim-Bean touched Mamoud on the arm again.  “Look, I understand you’re very busy.  If you could just let me use your phone I’d be really appreciative.”Then Mamoud did something completely unexpected.  He let Jim-Bean in.</blockquote>

Verification