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manasa ([info]manasa) wrote,
@ 2013-02-08 23:16:00


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The Best Laid Plans...
Gotham was a city that was home to drug lords, gangs, organized crime and other criminal types. Tomas, Carolyn and Iota didn't pay mind to the others and were focused on the drug dealers. There was a major shipment arriving at the docks this evening and the three of them were going to stop it.

Manasa stood perched on the roof of a dockside warehouse waiting. The time to move would come soon. The ship carrying the drugs was just docking.

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[info]dc_checkmate
2013-02-15 09:35 pm UTC (link)
"Or rot in a prison cell," she added. "Very well. Someone will be along soon to escort the three of you to your new homes."

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[info]manasa
2013-02-15 09:39 pm UTC (link)
"Great," Carolyn said her words dripping with sarcasm.

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[info]hungerstrike
2013-02-16 05:38 am UTC (link)
Iota is using frowning muscles that haven't gotten this much exercise in years.

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