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[smokingmerc]

So the Geese went on a job in Malaysia. We 'ad ta find 'n secure some "sensitive cargo" then deliver it to a contact up in Russia. It was actually pretty damn easy. We smoked the fuckers 'n got out of there like lightenin'. Thing is, I think there was somethin' livin' inside those crates. We'd 'ear low growls and whispers from 'em. Not 'uman-like, no, but somethin' similar it.

Oh well, job's done. I got paid, I'm 'appy.