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    Molly shook her head, clucking her tongue a few times. "No ... It's not just a coincidence. I can't be a coincidence. There are no such thing as coincidences."


    Numbers rolled his eyes, snatching the car keys and mumbling something to himself as he tossed them at his partner's back, watching it hit him and fall to the ground.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 145px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: white; overflow: auto;]ˣ Z A C H A R I E ˣ : Gus sighed and rubbed the back if his neck. "Well then we bed to get someone in on one of these meetings."




    "Im totally ignoring you because you're a jerk." Wrench signified over his shoulder with a frown before looking down at the keys.[/fancypost]

    Molly put her hands on her waist, rocking to and fro on her feet with a hint of nervousness. "Like who?"


    Numbers glared at him. "Friggin ..." he whispered, holding his breath, picking up the keys and hitting them with them.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 145px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: white; overflow: auto;]ˣ Z A C H A R I E ˣ : Gus sighed and gave a shrug. "Just, speaking aloud I suppose." He mumbled in response, raising his eyebrows.




    Wrench frowned and glared at him. "I hate you, oh my gosh stop-"[/fancypost]

    Molly smiled a bit. "Well then," she started off, adjusting her badge triumphantly. "We'd better start looking around a little more, don'tcha think?"


    Numbers stomped in front of Wrench, so that he was in full view. "[i]Do you want breakfast or not? Opportunity train is leaving."[/i]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 145px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: white; overflow: auto;]ˣ Z A C H A R I E ˣ : Gus pursed his lips again and rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. "I know-"




    Wrench turned his nose up at his friend, his hands moving quick in response. "Not with you,"[/fancypost]

    Molly crossed her arms, shifting most of her weight to one leg, as if leaning on it. "Lester is ... Tied ..." she whispered, thumping her head with her hand to concentrate on that one thought she had known for a long time.


    Numbers threw the keys against him. "[i]I don't have time for this! I have work to do ..."[/i]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 145px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: white; overflow: auto;]ˣ Z A C H A R I E ˣ : Gus strolled around her to get a better view of the wall. "Lester Is a prick if I do say do myself-" he sneered, taking a seat.




    Wrench awkwardly caught them in one hand. "We're partners, dumbas. We work together."[/fancypost]

    "Sure is," she mumbled. "Ya know he's hiding somethin' when he refuses to answer a few questions regarding the murders."


    Numbers rolled his eyes. "[i]Why are you so stubborn?"[/i]

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    "Because when you're deaf, you have to be better at [b]something." Wrench signaled before holding the keys back over.
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    Molly threw her hands up, although not angrily. "That's what I've been trying to tell the officers! They don't see a connection when it's literally right there. Oh jeez ..."


    Numbers narrowed his eyes, throwing his keys at him once more.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 145px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: white; overflow: auto;]ˣ Z A C H A R I E ˣ : Gus nodded in agreement. "The hit men saw him with her most defiantly, and it's pretty bloody obvious." He responded.




    "Stop oh my Jesus." Wrench gestured before chucking the keys as far as he could into the snow.[/fancypost]

    Molly redid her ponytail quickly. "They don't want to accept that they're wrong."


    Numbers glared at him. "[i]I kind of need those you douche!"[/i]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 145px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: white; overflow: auto;]ˣ Z A C H A R I E ˣ : Gus nodded with a sigh. "Not like there's a reason to like him in the first place, why be on his side."




    "Then you shouldn't have hit me with them." Wrench responded with a sneer.[/fancypost]

    "They're all just a bit stubborn. Naturally, they don't want others to think that they're wrong about it in the first place," she mumbled, grabbing her bottled water and twisting the cap on and off nervously.


    "[i]Well if you wanted breakfast then you could have driven yourself there but I guess not!" Numbers rolled his eyes in annoyance.[/i]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; opacity: .70; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 145px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: white; overflow: auto;]ˣ Z A C H A R I E ˣ :Gus sighed and nodded again. "This whole unit is full of freaking idiots...." He grumbled to himself under his breath.




    "Im not talking to you any more."[/fancypost]

    "Well now, that's a little harsh ..." she whispered, taking a sip of the water and closing her eyes. "Actually ... Nah, it's appropriate," she said with a shake of her head and a giggle.


    "[i]You're still talking ..."[/i] Numbers motioned quickly.

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    "Starting Now." Wrench responded before stuffing his hands in his coat and starting off.[/fancypost]

    Molly smiled, patting his shoulder and pacing away. "You should go on ahead and get yourself some coffee, huh?"


    "[i]You're. So. Frustrating!"[/i]

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    Wrench just starred at like he was a wild animal.[/fancypost]