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Post by $avage Life on Jun 24, 2013 17:09:13 GMT -5
*Sham*
-The buzzing of a cell phone cut through the silence of the Shamrocks empty office, disturbing his session of smoking another fruity tasting cigar that his camp oh so loves. He slowly retrieves the noisey device, and takes the call-
()- “Yo Sham, we took a hit today.”
(Shamrock)-“ A hit?? What tha fuck you mean? We don’t take hits.”
()- “Some muthafucka hit one of our dens in ganton, five..
(Shamrock)-“Aiiight…well talk about this lata”
-The call was then ended as the phone was slammed to the desk as his mind raced at all the possible suspects in the incident. A long drag was taken from his cigar, before he looks back towards the phone. This has been the third time this month that they had been hit and Shamrock had been avoiding contacting Kane due to the newly discovered heat that he has been undertaking. With a shake of his head, he erases the thoughts from his mind, there was no need to involve Kane in such nasty business, he would have to take care of the matter himself.-
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