| And so Joey walks over to a red sports car that flashed in the sun light. It looked to be very expensive, very new.
Joey: This one?
Ramerez: No its too obvious... how about this one?
He was standing next to a big truck with a covered back. He was tapping the glass with his gun.
With some refitting this could suit us fairly well, Joey commented as they got in. Joey pulled his german luger, and held it tightly to his chest inside his jacket as they drove out.
Joey: Wanna know why im called the arsen?
Ramerez: Why
And it was like a cue as they pulled out of the garage there was an explosion and flames engulfed the toll booth.
Joey: Thats why.
Ramerez: That was stupid... now they'll be bound to know we were here...
Joey: I know but it was a helluva lot funner than the alternitive...
Joey: Turn right.
He chimed in giving directions before they arrived at an old wodden house, that looked like it had been thoughroly trashed and ransaked. As joey and ramerez walked up to the door.... something...
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