<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6881368#msg6881368">Quote from: AK47 on 06-09-2012, 21:01:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fine whatever." Mari relents as she reloads her Glock and puts it back in her bag. Following the rest of the group to the car.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The car that you reach long before the police has got to the warehouse, was a Lincoln Town one, and of course, it's a stretch limousine. The darkened windows fitted the guy's accent and mannerisms...<br/>It was also more than convenient for transporting bodies, wounded and the like. Nix, however, was pissed off at the most wounded.<br/>"Why did you flip off like that, muthafcka?", he asked. "Huh? Did it help you any? Still lost the fuckin'money. I wanted to let you keep most of them, even!"<br/>Romario answers with a flow of curses in Portuguese, that only Maria understands. Both seem to be cursing equally now, that the fight is over.<br/>"You're a fuckin' moron, and you know that! Now the part that I'm considering is, how to avoid a war with the fucking Lopes... Shut him up, he ain't helping me at any!"<br/>A man's fist sinks in Rodrigo's stomach, just as another is applying a tourniquet to his foot to stop the bleeding. After all, Nix could want him alive, though that's doubtful - but he said he should shut up.<br/>"And give the bitch a shot of something to shut her up!", Nix adds, leaning back.<br/>"Here, honey", the guard opens the bar and shows her a well-stocked bar. She's looking at her as if she's anticipating some fun. "Tequila? Whiskey? Best Heaven's dust north of the Mexican border?"<br/>By Nix's looks, he's waiting for Mari to speak. That might only last until he gets bored, of course.