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Post by deadman on Sept 15, 2006 13:23:27 GMT -5
The Dead Man was in the cab of the big rig, toying with the cell-phone that Phil had. He pulled back through his own memories, which was remarkably easy now - since he could shuffle through them like he could an animate now that he was dead.
He dialed the numbers, waiting to see if Gill would respond.
The phone was ringing.
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Post by Brotherhood NPCs on Sept 15, 2006 14:57:40 GMT -5
Gill set the heavy satellite phone down on the desk, flicked away some ash and pulled out another cigarette. Before long he was going to start routing all incoming calls directly to Pyro's office, let him see how he liked it.
He had just lit up when the phone start it's merry bleeping once again.
"Sweet mother o'mercy and the baby jesus!" He exclaimed in his peculiar accent.
"It just be rainin' mutants today."
This time he couldn't be bothered to attempt a masking accent, anybody who was calling by accident or attempting to trace them wouldn't suspect any way.
"Good afternoon to ya!" He greeted in his quasi-Caribbean, "you 'ave reached the Bruthas Hoody and Gothic Attire Emporium, how can I help ya today man?"
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Post by deadman on Sept 15, 2006 15:38:47 GMT -5
"Gill. It's Dead Man. I've procured a ride back to Genosha from the White Queen, but I was wondering if there was anyone left here you needed me to bring first." He whispered hoarsely into the phone. "I'd prefer not to fly on her dime as well. If you've got something here, I want to know."
Dead Man had known Gill way back when, before the new crew had even arrived in Genosha. Hell, years before the incident at Ellis Island. He knew the fish-head mutant would shoot him straight.
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Post by Brotherhood NPCs on Sept 15, 2006 17:08:49 GMT -5
If he'd had eyebrows, he would have raised them. Instead he had to opt for rolling his eyes skyward. Gill had also become very good at reading peoples voices over the years. This certainly was the Dead Man, or at least a version of him.
"Ya sound like shit man," he inserted helpfully, "heard you was dead, guess not to believe everything I hear huh."
He took a drag on his cigarette before continuing.
"Python, Angie and Aurora are down in New York waitin' on a new guy, they not gonna be there much longer though man. Flyin' back out again tomorrow afternoon, you gonna have to be quick."
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Post by deadman on Sept 15, 2006 19:32:13 GMT -5
Dead Man grinned. “No no, I'm quite dead, my dear Gill. I've finally taken the final stage in my evolution. By chance could you give me the number where I can reach that party? I'm in New York right now.”
He devoted the number now to his perfectly accessible memory.
“Thank you Gill. I'll see you shortly.”
He hung up, not really one for much small talk. Besides, should he need to tell his story, it'd be much easier in person.
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