The call coming in at 3:46 in the morning, is with impeccable timing.   As Coyote has been out like a light for the past thirty three hours.   A side effect to her long-haul addiction.    The bright flash of light coming alive stirs Coyote out of her coma like state.   Sitting up and blinking her eyes in a befuddled state.   Gathering her wits about her.   The voice draws her gaze as she looks towards the screen.<br/><sup>At 2011-04-24 19:51:29, Coyote (uid: 714) rolls: 8d6 Result: 33 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24970)<br/>At 2011-04-24 19:52:46, Coyote (uid: 714) rolls: 1d33 Result: 33 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24973)</sup><br/><br/>'Noon tomorrow meet a Johnson for a  job at 113 Plaza tomorrow.   No fuck no midnight,  not noon.  Wonder what day it is  and what the fuck time it is.?'<br/><br/>Glancing at the time and seeing its 3:46 am.    A moment of panic sweeps over Coyote for a moment.<br/><br/>'Son of a bitch,  I slept through the call.   Holy shit,  I missed the job.'<br/><br/>Several moments of vulgarities being raced off in her mind.   Until the finally realizing that the call had just come in at that moment and she had amazingly waken up to receive it.    She lay back again, a bit more calm then just moments ago.   Staring up at the ceiling from the cot  in the shop.<br/><br/>