To Be Announced ... *private*

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    Molly bit her lip, but eventually let a willing smile slip through. "Sure," she whispered.


    Numbers threw his hands up stupidly, pacing a bit now.

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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 smiled and gave a nod. "The usual I'm guessing. I'll be right back, don't get too far."




    Wrench watched him, rocking back and forth on his heels.[/fancypost]

    Molly grinned at him. "Thank ya," she said with an appreciated nod.


    "[i]You were just complaining about wanting breakfast!" Numbers signed effortlessly with a tired effect.[/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 : "mhm," Gus hummed, retreating the area to go get their coffee.




    Wrench just blinked, keeping his silence. Well, as usual.[/fancypost]

    Molly waited patiently, having nothing else to do other than to stare blankly at her perfectly organized "clue board".


    Numbers tapped his foot. "[i]So ...[/i]" he continued. "[i]Do you want breakfast or not? It's not that hard!"[/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 came back quickly, Handing Molly her coffee with a smile and taking his seat again, sipping at his own.




    Wrench crossed his arms and shook his head, sticking his nose up like an angry child.[/fancypost]

    "Thanks a bunch," she said gratefully, taking it cautiously from his hands and cool it down by blowing on it.


    "[i]Fine! Starve, douchebag!" Numbers motioned with a sneer.[/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 smiled again and gave a nod. "Of course--"




    Wrench glared daggers at him and rolled his eyes in response.[/fancypost]

    Molly sighed, tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear. "I'm so gosh darn frustrated right now."


    "Inconsiderate noob," Numbers grumble, knowing that Wrench couldn't hear him.

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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 in response. "Aren't we all? We all want this killer gone."




    Wrench tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes, starring at Numbers with a confused look.[/fancypost]

    Molly set her coffee down for a moment and folded her arms. "Only God knows how long it'll take to find him, though."


    "[i]Yes, I just insulted you." Numbers snatched the keys hastily with speed from the snow.[/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 grumbled into his his coffee with a nod. "I know, I know. There has to be something we can do about it."




    Wrench clenched his teeth and followed after him with his arms crossed.[/fancypost]

    "The only way I can remotely see them changing their minds is if we somehow are able to capture video footage," she said with a snort. "As if."


    Numbers jingled the keys in his hand mockingly.

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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 snorted in agreement, raising his eyebrows and taking a sip of his coffee again. "You could say that again."




    "Drive then." Wrench motioned with a sneer.[/fancypost]

    Molly smirked. "What if we could ... But what would there be to capture? Nothing, really. Nothing to show evidence, at least."


    Numbers pointed angrily to the car, waiting for Wrench to get in.

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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 : "Wouldn't be to helpful now would it?" Gus responded with a long sigh to drag it out.




    Wrench rolled his eyes again and plopped into the passengers seat.[/fancypost]

    She smiled, putting on her winter gloves. "Well, I might just head on out and have a chat with good ol' Lester."


    Numbers grumbled something and jumped into the front seat.

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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 looked at her over his coffee and slowly rose to his feet. "Want me to come with ya or no?"




    Wrench didn't acknowledge him and just starred out his window.[/fancypost]

    Molly nodded and motioned him to follow. "Yah, why don't cha!" she said gleefully.


    Numbers started the car slowly, still not stopping the glare he directed at Wrench.

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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 J U D G E ˣ : Gus smiled and nodded, placing his mug down and pulling his coat on before following after her.




    Wrench shot him a matching glare, not caring where they headed.[/fancypost]