He understood that the man, Griogair, reminded her of what she had gone though but he felt she wasn't giving the man the gratitude he deserved - if it wasn't for the large Scot she would be dead right now. A low groan escaped his lips as he raked a hand through his hair and stood up to head to his briefcase to find his phone, digging through the numbers to find the one to the cell phone that Remy had, hoping that maybe this time, as he hit the send button, the other man would have it on. <font color=yellow> Yet another part of the plan had been executed and now all that was required to do was get the young woman picked up by Griogair and brought back to Scotland so they could use her as ransom much as they would use the little dark haired vixen as leverage to keep any of those agents from testifying against his partner in crime. It was all working out perfectly. He threw his feet up on the hearth and crossed his fingers, dialing up his sons phone number. </font color> -- .: Justin Mallenock's Condo :.

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Date Posted: 03.14
Author: Skeeter/Wallace
Subject: He understood that the man, Griogair, reminded her of what she had gone though but he felt she wasn't giving the man the gratitude he deserved - if it wasn't for the large Scot she would be dead right now. A low groan escaped his lips as he raked a hand through his hair and stood up to head to his briefcase to find his phone, digging through the numbers to find the one to the cell phone that Remy had, hoping that maybe this time, as he hit the send button, the other man would have it on. Yet another part of the plan had been executed and now all that was required to do was get the young woman picked up by Griogair and brought back to Scotland so they could use her as ransom much as they would use the little dark haired vixen as leverage to keep any of those agents from testifying against his partner in crime. It was all working out perfectly. He threw his feet up on the hearth and crossed his fingers, dialing up his sons phone number.
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