Post number #96439, ID: dfa76a
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> With the new found silence, a rather built, white pickup enters the street. An old ground vehicle, yet modified, lifted and seemingly built without visual contact, stops in front of Thomas Shelby's known house. Kazuki parks and climbs out, heading to the door, knocking hard. "I know you're in there, Tommy! Hurry up."
Post number #96446, ID: dfa76a
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> He waits not much longer before knocking again, a bit longer and a lot harder. "Thomas you're all over the news. I'm going to break the fucking door down and let the dogs come in and eat ya', open up."
Post number #96448, ID: 274831
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> With little speed, the door opens. Shelby looking himself. "What do you want?"
Post number #96452, ID: dfa76a
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"You to get in the truck. It's been an hour, c'mon." > Kazuki turns and leads back to the vehicle.
Post number #96456, ID: 274831
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"It's been fifteen minutes. I just got here." > Thomas follows, rather reluctantly. "Where are we going?"
Post number #96461, ID: dfa76a
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> He stops and opens the door of the truck, pulling himself in. "Fifteen minutes fucks all the same way. You're going to remind yourself where the fuck you stand, Tommy. This isn't Birmingham, this is Glitch. Your an illegal bookmaker and you're taking on people bigger than you.. Again? Yes, again."
Post number #96466, ID: 274831
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> Thomas stares at him, more curious before sighing once more, entering the truck himself. "Just when I thought luck was on my side."
Post number #96468, ID: dfa76a
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> As soon as both are in, Kazuki tears off, heading to a far eastern road.. That leads out of the city. "Gin's in the back seat. make yourself comfortable, we're going to be gone for awhile."
Post number #96472, ID: 274831
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"Kazuki.. You realize we could be.. I don't know, watched? There could be a roadblock of officers and.. Instead of them stopping us, knowing who we are, they just decide to gun us down?"
Post number #96475, ID: dfa76a
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"C'mon Thomas, you're not a big threat in this city. For once in your life someone doesn't want you dead, and now you're fucking it up. Don't fuck it up, Thomas."
Post number #96476, ID: 274831
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"Suppose your right. Where we going?" > He's already lost interest.
Post number #96484, ID: dfa76a
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> With a heavy sigh. "You're full of yourself."
Post number #96496, ID: ae3898
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>the feeling of being watched still persisted.
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| > With the new found silence, a rather built, white pickup enters the street. An old ground vehicle, yet modified, lifted and seemingly built without visual contact, stops in front of Thomas Shelby's known house. Kazuki parks and climbs out, heading to the door, knocking hard.
"I know you're in there, Tommy! Hurry up."