<strong>Tyson:</strong><br/><br/>"Sooner is better than later, but you don't need to race. 15 minutes is fine. Just try an' sort shit out there, I don't want this girl walking. Sounds like one of them is freaking out, I don't think she's gonna get violent or nothing."<br/><br/>A minute later, with Ty's texts sent, a reply came back. "i dont care if hes a dickhed if he can keep the place running without to much drama he can fuck all the strippers he wants"<br/><br/>Right after he sent the picture to Alyson, his phone went off again. Another text, this time from Alyson.<br/><br/>"oh my god he just told me I HAVE to get a cell phone holster because they're so convenient. Valerie (Cinnamon) and Cassie (Lacie) are fucking drama, watch out for them. esp if they're getting along. Desiree is fucking on coke, don't even give her the time of day trust. me. and unless you feel like fucking half of Port Grace and a third of Portland, stay away from Charity. also don't call her Emily or she'll go for your eyes. the other girls are mostly fine."<br/><br/>a moment later, and he had another. "haha, you better watch yourself, I'll have you locked up in one of these cages here"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Jessie:</strong><br/><br/>Angie rolled her eyes at Jessie's joke, and shook her head with a sigh. "God, I'd almost take you up on that."<br/><br/>She turned around and gently kicked the bottom of Nadia's shoe. "Go drop your stuff off and meet us at my car." The other girl stood up, grabbed a battered backpack, and headed out the door past Jessie, giving her a nod as she passed. "She asked to hang out when I got back from class," Angie said, giving a shrug. Obviously she realized as well that it was a little weird for her to be hanging out with somebody other than Jessie.<br/><br/>Angie wandered around her apartment, gathering up some things to take with her and shoveling them into her purse. "No, this partner's a girl. She thinks I'm stuck up or something, doesn't like me. So she said she'd do her part of the assignment if I went to the club with her.<em>Then</em>she said it had to be a strip club. Joke's on her though, I've been emailing with her. Once I've got her half of this, I'll just turn them in to the professor, and won't have to deal with her again." She stopped for a minute to take the helmet from Jessie, dropping it onto a chair in the corner.<br/><br/>"You need a different jacket or anything? Want to borrow some shoes?" She hadn't bothered to change into any clubbing clothes, still wearing the jeans and t-shirt she'd worn to school, and a pair of sneakers.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Sun-hwa:</strong><br/><br/>"She lives in an apartment, uh... 3402 North Mapleview? Number 11. I think that's the address. It's a big complex, hedges around the front, called Grayrock. They have a big sign out front." That would put it somewhere north, in North Central.<br/><br/>Wracking her brain, Sun-hwa had a very vague memory of a small, thin blonde woman. Pretty, but very shy. At a... party, maybe, that Alice had thrown? That sounded right. She hadn't talked much, mostly reading magazines that Alice had laying around. It had been a couple years, probably.<br/><br/>"No, no, she's just... She doesn't like talking on the phone, I think. She won't even get a cell phone, and it took me about a month to convince her to even get an answering machine, like it's the 80s. I just worry about her, she's so, I don't know, quiet and all. And she never misses appointments. I don't know, if you've got somebody big to take along, I don't think she'd object. I mean, I don't think she's actually<em>in trouble,</em>just... I'm worried. I'll take you out somewhere nice this weekend, my treat. I'm really sorry, Sun-hwa." She did sound really apologetic. And really harried. Whatever she had going on today, apparently it had been a lot.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Abraham:</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, he said something about giving it to the right person, but he just needed a signature. Some UPS guy, or whatever. The ones in brown." There was a loud thunk from behind him as she dropped her feet down to the floor, and a creaking as she stood up.<br/><br/>The envelope contained a letter, written on plain lined paper with a pen. The handwriting was the captain's.<br/><br/><em>Abraham,<br/><br/>I needed to drum up some money quickly, to pursue something important. I was given an offer to use the space in the boathouse. Some men should be by about the 5th or the 6th, and they will be storing a pair of boats there. I've told them the size of the place, so it will be on them to make sure that the boats will fit. Please ensure that the slots are open and cleared, and that they are able to get in and out without any difficulties. All that was promised was that the spaces would be open, they would be able to get them in and out without any problems, and that the area around the boats would be available for their use. If they push you for anything else, it is entirely up to you whether you help or not. They do not need to be allowed into the office.<br/><br/>These men will be paying $10,000 in cash to you. Please check to make sure that the amount is correct, and then deposit it to the account at DFSCU. Once you have done that, please mail a check for $2000 to ALEK LTD., at 700 G St. Suite 5, Anchorage, Alaska 99501. The boats may be stored until the first of October at 5 PM. If they are there after that time, the men will pay another $10,000, for an extension to the first of November, at the same time. If they are still there in October, I will write to you again with a way to reach me, so that we can discuss what to do.<br/><br/>I am traveling away from my usual haunt at the moment, so I won't be reachable for a while. I will let you know when I am back. If there is an issue with your pay, you may take it out of the $10,000, but please be careful, as I do need the funds.<br/><br/>If a man named Harold Kamin comes by asking about me, please tell him that you have not spoken to me in person in some time, and are not certain where I am at currently, as I have been traveling. He shouldn't give you any trouble.<br/><br/>Regards,<br/>Captain Halifax</em><br/><br/>Thankfully, there hadn't been any issues with his usual paycheck. It had been deposited exactly on time early this morning.<br/><br/>The envelope simply had the information that shipping companies used, not the stuff that an envelope from USPS would contain. Still, it looked like the thing had been shipped from a location up in Anchorage.<br/><br/>As Bram read the letter, Red walked over and dropped the container on the desk next to him. She opened it up to reveal a rough stack of greasy, cheesy pizza. She tore the top off the container, and pulled a couple of slices onto it, each covered in about seven different kinds of meat. "Couldn't remember if you'd said what kind of pizza you liked, so I got ya meat." She pulled the chair over near his, and sat down, her face about level with the surface of the desk in the much-smaller chair. "Anything good?" she asked through a mouthful of pizza.