Michael scans the room again, looking for any sign of anyone that may be interested in what he has to say. Without managing to look like he was doing exactly what he was doing, he mutters towards his beer; "There were three guys waiting for me at the hotel. One was the guy you said your guy said had the information I needed to get." He licks his lips and takes a long swig. "All three wounded, one critically. One trashed hotel room and I'll never get the residue out of my shirt."
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Date: 2011-06-29 04:36 am (UTC)