Ammy reached the Rest room and unceremoniously ripped the edging off of the nearest mattress. Then she went to her pillow and reached underneath to produce random bric-a-brac. A hammer, a ball of thread, some staples ... and two silver needles.
Ammy: Yes! Just hold on, Adrian!
She runs back to the stockyards.
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Dave: S-so... i-is there anything I-I can do, M-Mr. Jammer?
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Skaf and Vladimir arrive at FeeCo Depot.
Vladimir: Burr! Bring a phone. No one is here to greet us. This RuptureFarms place better have a good excuse for not meeting us here. Did we not take a train here? Did we not send word? How much time do we need to give them to put together some kind of welcome committee?
Skaff: Ugh. Vlad, you are sounding a little much like Ames.
Vladimir: Don't call me Vlad! And maybe I'm just ... getting into the idea. Ah, screw it. Burr! Hail a taxi! I don't feel like walking.
Burr: Sure, boss.
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ooc: For those of you who cant tell .... Vladimir, Skaff, and Amaral are supposed to be hardcore gluks. No task too great for moolah. They don't care much for permission to do anything. They want to bring back the old managing style of RF--only worse!
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