<b>RE: The Warehouse</b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6347"> Rose grunts her lovely face cast in a spell of blue light as her fingers fly over  they keys of her pc.Grunting she smirks as a familiar name pops up in one of the Nhe.Lately shed been avoiding her inside working sense shed gotten the Minotaur his specialized tag.<br/>
Smirking she runs a finger over her sweet soft lips and sighs pulling on a familiar headset as she dials into it for a moment and punches in her all to favorite number.A small smirk creeping up her lips as she imagines Shanes phone chirping the specialized tune hed put on just for her though no name would pop up on the collar Id,and the number was always different.<br/>
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