<div style="text-align: center">《 Miles 》<br/>
Location: Group<br/>
Present: Rachel &amp; Tobias, Ezra &amp; Anise, Clive &amp; Owen, Kennedy, Dan, Armando, Miles, Jeb &amp; Josh<br/>
Addressing: Kennedy <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/images-jpg.127595/" title="images.jpg">
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</div>Miles didn't expect much of a response from Owen, aside from an acknowledgement in the young man's eyes. He hadn't known Clive and Owen as long as he knew the other brothers, the ones with Southern Rye Whiskey in their blood and the bayou's rhythm in their heartbeats, but he knew the Morris brothers enough to trust them to handle business.<br/><br/>One thing the old smuggler didn't expect was to have one of the newcomers call towards him and ask about Carla and the Network. Miles' dark eyes swept over to lock on Kennedy's. The man had a little grey in his beard; that gave him enough Life Cred to warrant an answer. The glistening emotion shining in the other's eyes gave the questioner enough humanity to get an answer that didn't come with a barrel aimed his direction.<br/><br/>"You a friend of Carla's?" his voice was low and grizzly, the kind of voice that came with an old habit of cigarettes, hard liquor and harsh living. Life wasn't as hard now as it once had been, but there had been a time when Miles didn't know if each sunrise would be his last.<br/><br/>Carla had been a friend of the Network. More importantly, she had been a friend of Loretta's. "When did you see her last?"