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[b]Freelancer applications are now being accepted. The roleplay has begun.[/b]

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[i]A meeting, secret of course. The members of K9 had assembled to discuss matters most vital. Their meetings were always at irregular times, and held at a different place on every occasion. Never public. 

Below the blue screen, "First-Degree" Donny sat with his hands below the table. The light overhead had turned his form into little more than a faint silhouette in the dim room. When he spoke, it was with an accent not unlike that of Forrest Gump's. His words were almost painfully slow and measured.[/i]

[color=f26522]"Ayuh, Ah 'spect yuh heard thah news. Thah Irish Mob broke ties with us. Uh course, cuzza them now many of thah othahs have gawn off. Freelance-ahs are aftah our hides naow, in addition to half thah undahworld. We still got thah bookies an' thuh Italian Mafia, but if it's tah stay that way..."

"Well, we'll need tuh make thah backstabbahs fear our authoritah again. This evenin' we'll split intuh three groups uh three an' clean out everah nook ah Vegas 'till theyah's no more dirt tah sweep. Any contributions tah this conversation, y'all?"[/color]