Five days later at Vin De Set
Lewis: *With Bob, and Shawn*
When bạn go to a place to have dinner, but end up having to go there for a drug bust, it usually puts bạn in a foul mood. Today, it wasn't like that. If bạn thought the bàn clerk at the police station was hot, bạn should have seen all of the mares hanging out at Vin De Set.
Bob: Hey, she's got a nice pair of eyes.
Shawn: They're bright enough to light up The Gateway Arch.
After our drug bust, we got some time to kill, and decided to spend it, on the mares. Or, that's what I thought at least.
Lewis: *Walking towards two hot mares*
Leonard: *Steps in front of Lewis, looking unhappy* We need to talk. *Goes outside with Lewis*
Lewis: Is everything okay?
Leonard: No, I need your help with something. Do bạn know a ngựa con, ngựa, pony named Benjamin Guarino?
Lewis: No. I don't.
Leonard: Shit.
Lewis: What's the matter?
Leonard: He's been reported missing, and nopony seems to know where he went.
Lewis: Did bạn ask Shawn, hoặc Bob?
Leonard: No. Should I?
Lewis: No, I thought bạn already asked them. Maybe bạn would have gotten thêm info.
Leonard: Those two may not know anything, but I think I know some other ponies that'll know. We gotta find him Lewis, and fast.
Lewis: Okay.
Leonard: *Leaves*
Lewis: *Walks back into Vin De Set*
At the train yard, where they buried Benjamin.
Lewis: *Covering his nose as Bob, and Shawn dig closer to Benjamin's body* Ugh, it smells bad! Can bạn hurry it up bạn two?
Bob: *Joking* No, I don't think so.
Lewis: Don't fuck around Bob! This is serious!!
Bob: Alright alright, take it easy. You're gonna get us arrested if bạn keep talking that loud.
Shawn: *Stops digging* I found a hoof.
Bob: I found his head. *Digs thêm dirt off of Benjamin* I think we can try to pull him up now. Ready?
Shawn: *Pulls Benjamin up with Bob*
Bob: Okay, good. Where did bạn say we were going to put him?
Lewis: In the Mississippi River. And Shawn?
Shawn: Yeah?
Lewis: I'd go for a different brand of weapons for the time being, if I were you.
2 B Continued
Lewis: *With Bob, and Shawn*
When bạn go to a place to have dinner, but end up having to go there for a drug bust, it usually puts bạn in a foul mood. Today, it wasn't like that. If bạn thought the bàn clerk at the police station was hot, bạn should have seen all of the mares hanging out at Vin De Set.
Bob: Hey, she's got a nice pair of eyes.
Shawn: They're bright enough to light up The Gateway Arch.
After our drug bust, we got some time to kill, and decided to spend it, on the mares. Or, that's what I thought at least.
Lewis: *Walking towards two hot mares*
Leonard: *Steps in front of Lewis, looking unhappy* We need to talk. *Goes outside with Lewis*
Lewis: Is everything okay?
Leonard: No, I need your help with something. Do bạn know a ngựa con, ngựa, pony named Benjamin Guarino?
Lewis: No. I don't.
Leonard: Shit.
Lewis: What's the matter?
Leonard: He's been reported missing, and nopony seems to know where he went.
Lewis: Did bạn ask Shawn, hoặc Bob?
Leonard: No. Should I?
Lewis: No, I thought bạn already asked them. Maybe bạn would have gotten thêm info.
Leonard: Those two may not know anything, but I think I know some other ponies that'll know. We gotta find him Lewis, and fast.
Lewis: Okay.
Leonard: *Leaves*
Lewis: *Walks back into Vin De Set*
At the train yard, where they buried Benjamin.
Lewis: *Covering his nose as Bob, and Shawn dig closer to Benjamin's body* Ugh, it smells bad! Can bạn hurry it up bạn two?
Bob: *Joking* No, I don't think so.
Lewis: Don't fuck around Bob! This is serious!!
Bob: Alright alright, take it easy. You're gonna get us arrested if bạn keep talking that loud.
Shawn: *Stops digging* I found a hoof.
Bob: I found his head. *Digs thêm dirt off of Benjamin* I think we can try to pull him up now. Ready?
Shawn: *Pulls Benjamin up with Bob*
Bob: Okay, good. Where did bạn say we were going to put him?
Lewis: In the Mississippi River. And Shawn?
Shawn: Yeah?
Lewis: I'd go for a different brand of weapons for the time being, if I were you.
2 B Continued
It was 10 PM. Didont entered Gran Turismo with Flamethrower in a black Jaguar.
Didont: Where does it tell us to go now?
Flamethrower: We keep going straight until we get to the intersection.
Didont: Perfect. This road intersects with Malpaso Avenue. We're in the right spot now.
They didn't notice that they were speeding. Their car was at 45, but the speed was 35.
Tim: We got a speeder.
Song: link
Julia: *Drives onto the road from a gas station, and follows the Jaguar*
Tim: GT24, we have a black Jaguar northbound on Main Street. We're going to pull him over for speeding. License plate...
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Didont: Where does it tell us to go now?
Flamethrower: We keep going straight until we get to the intersection.
Didont: Perfect. This road intersects with Malpaso Avenue. We're in the right spot now.
They didn't notice that they were speeding. Their car was at 45, but the speed was 35.
Tim: We got a speeder.
Song: link
Julia: *Drives onto the road from a gas station, and follows the Jaguar*
Tim: GT24, we have a black Jaguar northbound on Main Street. We're going to pull him over for speeding. License plate...
George Tildon, will appear in a later part of this story
