remains_npc (remains_npc) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-04-27 12:53:00 |
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ANONYMOUS: 'Bishop,' is it? [without waiting for confirmation] Gonna make this quick. We got six of yours and you ain't getting 'em back any time soon. BISHOP: You must be one of those Cat motherfuckers, [doesn’t wait for confirmation.] Oh yeah, you got proof of this or are you just hoping I’ll take your word here? ANONYMOUS: [there's a pause while he covers the phone with his palm. Muted taking can be heard before the voice is clear again.] I got Hardy, Brock, Snake, Jim, and O'Malley. And some fucker who says your crew knows him as Pikachu. You want me to send a picture of 'em all tied up and ready for slaughter or are you gonna go with me on this? BISHOP: [the line is silent while he processes what he’s just been told.] No. Names are enough. You ain’t planning on slaughtering ‘em, though, least not unless I refuse whatever deal you want to strike with us. Because that’s what this is about, right? You wouldn't have called if you were just planning on killing ‘em. So tell me, why’d you really call? ANONYMOUS: [a harsh laugh.] Think you're so smart, don't you? Where was that sense when you told us Marina Kovalenka bit the fucking bucket back in December? Trying to keep her away from me? BISHOP: [something akin to a snort is the sound he makes in response.] No, but this ain’t the first time we’ve had guys taken by you, Emmanuel. If you were going to kill ‘em you’d have done it without the phone call. You would have just taken off their heads and tossed ‘em at us in a bag, isn’t that your M.O. Is? [laughs] The truth? Yes, that’s exactly what we were doing. You ain’t got the first clue how to treat her and we weren’t about to let you get your fucking hands on her again. Marina ain’t yours anymore. ANONYMOUS: [sounding almost nostalgic.] That was fun. But what's the point in that today? [the sound of a gun being cocked, then a shot fired and echoed by muffled shouts and noises.] Uno. BISHOP: [barely keeping his tone even.] What’s the fucking deal you want to make, Emmanuel? I ain't in the mood to be playing any of your fucking games. ANONYMOUS: The girl. [a scream, then, and more laughter - from more than just one man, now - after a thumping sound is heard.] Tomorrow. And the rest of the wash. BISHOP: Knew you were itching to make a deal. [pauses, the cogs already spinning with the beginnings of a plan] We’ll need more than a day to gather all the Prax. ANONYMOUS: And a little extra time to pat yourself on the back for how clever you are, by the sounds of it. [Another shot, then --] Dos. BISHOP: Do we have a deal? Or are you going to continue to waste my time? ANONYMOUS: Just waiting for you to tell me when we're doing this, cabrón. And the longer you think the more dogs we drop. BISHOP: The 1st. Like I said we’ll need at least a day to gather all the prax. The deals off if you kill anymore dogs, though. ANONYMOUS: [another laugh.] No more killing. See you on the 1st. |