contact;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[whitetwoguns]

I don't know what life would have been like if I had let Joe shoot that kid. I don't want to fucking know.

[His voice is gravel. While he did care for the old bastard Larry has made his choice.]

Fuck this. You're welcome.

[With a shake of his head he's heading to the door. Which....is keeping them safe for the time being.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Don't say shit like that too loud, you never know what the fucking City'll come up with.

[He shakes his head. Whatever, asshole, suit yourself.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Door open and not even two steps in the hallway.]

Stop...that gun...at my ...dad...

You got to be fucking me.

[Pink? Uh. Pink? Are you there Pink? Larry falls back and draws his gun.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He hears that and comes out a second later-]

Holy fucking shit.

Holy shit run you asshole!

[God, does Pink hates this town.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Run? Nope. Not a chance. He's gotta take Eddie down just like his papa. This one might be easier.]

Come on, asshole.

[Two guns cocked and firing. Both to the chest. Hopefully this will be less messy...for the old man that is.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

For fuck's sake, are you out of your fucking mind?

[Pink is taking off. Sorry, Larry]

[whitetwoguns]

How else is he 'supposed to go down? Gimme a hand.

[Even as he sees the puff of smoke behind Mr. Pink.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Too late. He's taken off. You're on your own.

But if you run you might be able to catch up with him]