𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔬 𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞. ([personal profile] dons) wrote in [personal profile] profession 2015-08-20 03:27 am (UTC)

[ They certainly weren't with the way they were moving. He didn't like them to begin with. What kind of milk truck lingers for that long in this weather?

There's a soft clicking noise, the gentle clatter over and over of something being loaded that's just soft enough to hear under the whisper of the connection. He keeps the phone tucked in his shoulder as he smooths fingers down to close the casing. ]


Fourth floor. Just under you.

[ If I shot upwards through this ceiling with the right gun I could probably catch you straight through the jaw. ]

They're not particularly clever... [ We can't all be blessed. ] There are more filing in from below.

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