fail voicemail ;

[fillmydarksoul]

Dante, if you get a call from the city, you did not see a six foot blond woman wearing all black throw a motorcycle into Enzio's bar. You'd think that they'd cut me some slack for helping rid this city of demons, but nooo; you can't hurl automobiles because it's a "danger" to the public.

Also, I got wind of something that might interest you. Turns out there's this pharmaceutical company that's trying to engineer demons. I'll give you the run down when I get back to the store. You better have left some pizza and beer for me.

Trish out.