Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-08-11 11:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-23, missy |
I got myself a problem
Who: Graham, Missy, and several NPCs at the start
Where: Abandon warehouse in the area
When: 10pm
Warning: Violence
Regardless of the fact that the arsons were catching the public's attention and regardless of the fact Hap tried calling him out on it the other day, Graham didn't want to stop. While he didn't have a specific reason to use demolitions right that second, he wanted to make sure he was well stocked up on the needed equipment. He had wasted the entire brick of C4 for the factory and obviously needed more of that... and seeing that his sire was BFFs with an illegal dealer who could get him more of that along with some other toys, Graham was set.
The only thing that sucked was that he had to meet up with the grunts that night. Really now, it was raining. There went any chance of having a good night's sleep later on. It didn't help that the rain made him uneasy and paranoid as fuck. And on top of that, having the innate paranoia twitch thanks to drug withdrawal made it worse. He simply leaned against one of the massive crates in the dark warehouse and waited impatiently, tapping his fingers wildly against his jaw. Now and then he pulled out the pistol he had concealed in his jacket to toy with, the same one Nikita gave to him. Graham had dealt with enough shady dealings to know how this kind of thing went down. You never knew what was going to happen and it was always best to come prepared. Last thing Graham wanted was a repeat of Miami.
His head perked up upon hearing one of the doors cranking open and spotted several suited men walking with duffel bags. Hiding his firearm, Graham stood up straight and walked on over to the grunts and gave them a wicked smile. "Took you fucking long enough," he called out to them, still all sorts jittery. One of the grunts just raised an eyebrow at him and settled down the slightly damp bag, unzipping it to reveal all the marvelous goodies that Graham requested from Nikita. He stood there for a second, grinning like a giddy child until a grunt spoke up. "The money. You got it?" Snapping his wide eyes on back to them, Graham merely chuckled while he whipped out a stash of 100 dollar bills from his jacket. He wondered if Pyotr would have been peeved knowing the money he gave to Graham was now in turn being used to pay for Nikita's toys. Oh well, didn't matter now.