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Post by Vincent on Jan 22, 2015 1:36:56 GMT
A shiny black limo pulled up in front of the last stand, a glaring contrast to the dirty, rundown neighborhood on the east end. Jack and Mathias walked out of the last stand, and were surprised to see it there. Jack grins. "Looks like Drake don't trust us get there on our own." "The ol' man figures we won't show." Mathias agreed. The driver walks around to the passenger side of the car and opens the door to let them in. Mathias shrugs and climbs in, with Jack shortly behind. Once inside, the two comrades help themselves to a few drinks. "Hey, Mathias," Jack says as he pulls some cigars from his jacket. "Smoke?"
"The ol' man probably don't like people smokin' in his fancy car." Mathias Grins. "Pass me one."
The two were a few drinks deep and telling stories about the "good ol days" when they drove past the turn off for North Van, so they didn't notice that they weren't headed to Drake's estate.
To be continued...
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Post by Vincent on Jan 22, 2015 14:46:14 GMT
Cont'd
The limo pulls up to a large piece of farmland in Abbotsford. Again, the driver gets out to open the door from his passengers, getting mud on his polished shoes. Jack climbs out of the limo, squeezing thru the door. "Damn, are them door shrinkin'?" He looks around, expecting to see a nice estate in North Van, not a muddy farm. "The hell we doin' here?"
As Mathias got out of the limo, Drake strode over to the car. "Thanks for coming. Please excuse my secrecy in bringing you here. I assure you, it was necessary. Please, come inside."
Drake lead the two of them to what appeared to be a bomb shelter. Inside, it appeared to be a military training facility. "This is Snake's place. He has been building a specialized security force here for a few months."
"Heh. Way to go, kid." Jack smirks.
"Jack, I have something to tell you. Drakonis has issued a blood hunt on you. Right now, this is the only place you'll be safe. Mathias, I want you to stay here with Jack. I don't want him to be left here alone."
"Uh-huh. Are ya sure you're not just tryin ta get us outta yer way?" Mathias looks at Drake suspiciously.
"Jack is in trouble. Are you going to help or not?"
"Fine. I'll help, ol man. But not 'cause you asked. I need someone to beat at poker." Mathias nudges Jack in the ribs with his elbow. "I hope you brought some cash. Looks like we're gunna be here a while."
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