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[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

You were right. The gem's here.

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[trevorfitzroy.livejournal.com]

[texts back.] Didn't I tell you you could trust me? You have eight minutes left.

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. I'll make it out.

[trevorfitzroy.livejournal.com]

Guards patrolling 30ft to your left. 2nd door on rght unlocked. Leads t/stairs.

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

2nd door. Check. [Looking around to make sure his way is clear, he heads for said door.]

[trevorfitzroy.livejournal.com]

2 flights doown leads t/ground floor. One guard at door. [He's watching the screens anxiously - there's a few blind spots on the way there he's not sure about being unguarded.]

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

[He heads down the stairs, making sure to peek through the little glass window in the door before stepping out into the ground floor. So far, so good.]

[trevorfitzroy.livejournal.com]

[Just like Fitzroy said, there's one guard standing at the fire exit. He's facing away from Gavin, and from the way he's leaning, might be half-asleep.]

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*it takes Murphy almost 10 minutes to type three fucking words in Morgan's stupid phone. He simply doesn't get these new things with all their aps and shit*

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

[Well that's what Murphy gets for stealing people's phones.]

The shop. Working late.

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*He's not even going to bother wasting his time answering to that. What'd he say? Send fucking kisses?*

*He knows the address, being into the homemade tattoes business himself he's visited Gavin for supplies before. It doesn't take long before he's kicking open the shop's door.*

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

[Though he will never admit it later, he does jump a bit when Murphy comes through the door. The hell...]

Holy shit...

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*Good. He was picturing himself as fucking Terminator with that entrance*

You! *points at Gavin* Don't move a fucken muscle. *jerking his hand over his shoulder, he points at the door with his thumb* Everyone else out.

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

[He did a fairly good impression. Scared a few people.]

Me? [The hell did he do? He's been there all night...]

[trevorfitzroy.livejournal.com]

[texts back.] Didn't I tell you you could trust me? You have eight minutes left.

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. I'll make it out.

[trevorfitzroy.livejournal.com]

Guards patrolling 30ft to your left. 2nd door on rght unlocked. Leads t/stairs.

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

2nd door. Check. [Looking around to make sure his way is clear, he heads for said door.]

[trevorfitzroy.livejournal.com]

2 flights doown leads t/ground floor. One guard at door. [He's watching the screens anxiously - there's a few blind spots on the way there he's not sure about being unguarded.]

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

[He heads down the stairs, making sure to peek through the little glass window in the door before stepping out into the ground floor. So far, so good.]

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*it takes Murphy almost 10 minutes to type three fucking words in Morgan's stupid phone. He simply doesn't get these new things with all their aps and shit*

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

[Well that's what Murphy gets for stealing people's phones.]

The shop. Working late.

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*He's not even going to bother wasting his time answering to that. What'd he say? Send fucking kisses?*

*He knows the address, being into the homemade tattoes business himself he's visited Gavin for supplies before. It doesn't take long before he's kicking open the shop's door.*

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

[Though he will never admit it later, he does jump a bit when Murphy comes through the door. The hell...]

Holy shit...

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*Good. He was picturing himself as fucking Terminator with that entrance*

You! *points at Gavin* Don't move a fucken muscle. *jerking his hand over his shoulder, he points at the door with his thumb* Everyone else out.

[skin-artist.livejournal.com]

[He did a fairly good impression. Scared a few people.]

Me? [The hell did he do? He's been there all night...]