<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7401994#msg7401994">Quote from: Petrosity on 18-12-2012, 02:44:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Malaya<br/>At Giuseppe’s<br/>Striking up a Job</strong><br/><br/>Malaya gave a smile grin as Butterfly hummed. It’s so easy to find dumb kids these days, Malaya thought; some of these kids will give minute to minute updates on Facebook about where they are at, who they are with, and what their cat is doing. FB certainly made life a little easier to find her target—everyone likes to post pictures, like this one. She scanned over the picture with the two well-dressed gentlemen, getting a good idea of their faces impressed in her memory. <br/><br/>She rested the picture on the table as Jamie explained a little bit more about them. “A crack shot and someone with a nervous, itchy finger,” Malaya mumbled to herself as another thought streamed through her mind, it could turn into a mess if it got out of control, but she would try to avoid that. “So, you just want them roughed up a little and tell them not to sell there? Is that it?” she wanted to confirm the exact perimeters about the job. Jamie just wanted them to learn a lesson and be alive, or at least that’s what it sounded like right now to Malaya.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"That's about it", he shrugged. "And now we can discuss prices."<br/>Curiously, his meal arrived at that point, with uncharacteristic speed. He handed the waitress a bill and nodded.<br/>"Keep the rest, dear, just make sure I've got beer".<br/>The woman was waiting to take their orders as well. She looked worn and tired, probably past the middle of her shift.