Found Something

[queencor]

We didn't find Gunn. But we did find the room. I'm surprised, things actually went pretty smoothly. And it was in the basment. What I got in there? A vision to take this...dumb looking little urn thing. Looks like it's old and was made in pottery class by a six year old. But whatever it is, it's important. I grabbed it and now Wes an Fred are

Comments

[ace_jenkins]

"Well, if we're thinking of setting up a business then I may as well bring some papers over for you to look at, that'll take me a few hours to sort out, then there's cover to organise..." I think. "Wednesday, maybe?"

[queencor]

I think. "Hm. I think that might be too late. Do you have a fax? I could fax over a picture of it." We're dead ended here. Nothing helpful on the stupid pot. But I don't think Wednesday's early enough.

[ace_jenkins]

"Of course I do, hold on," I rattle off the fax number from a piece of paper I have. "Let me have a copy and I'll also see if I can make it over sooner - you didn't mention it was urgent."

[queencor]

"Sorry. I said we had some time...just not a lot. I saw our boy getting killed and tossed into a furnace. I'm wanting to avoid that." I scribble down the number. "Thanks, Anya, I'll have a picture faxed over in like, ten minutes."

[ace_jenkins]

"Fine, then I'll see what I can find for you," I promise, liking to be helpful. After all, I am now speaking to a potential business partner and a happy business partner is a profitable business partner.

Which reminds me, I must specify that she is only a partner of the LA branch, or she'll be eating into my profits here...