[center][h1][i][color=e3b28d]Clover Mae Tarvelli[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
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"Games? Who is playing games? This is no place and time to play games." Tarvelli, started a smug look across his sun beaten face. He had been working all morning long outside, scavenging and making deals with others. Tarvelli ignored the serious look, mostly because it didn't phase him but also to show that he was a bit on the crazy side. Peeking at the map, he watched as the other man marked off areas and Iyokos barked orders.

[b]"Hey now, my men are free walking men. I'm not a slave owner."[/b] he continued, [b]"And don't you fucking spill my information over some of these brainless bitches walking the streets. I'm not a cattle rancher. I can't keep up. If you don't want them in your spot, shoot them. I don't care."[/b] Tarvelli said, his voice slightly wavering as he spoke.

Meanwhile, in the attic space of the home behind them where the Tarvelli family rested their heads, a henchmen had his gun aimed right at the two men, in case anything went down that wasn't in the direction that was wanted. Clover looked at the map areas as the other man marked them. [i]"It's probably best to just listen to them Daddy, it'd be better to have our people closer anyhow."[/i] she spoke quietly, her dad looked at her, and yelled, [b]"Keep your damn mouth shut. You have to keep your friends close and your enemies closer."[/b] he raised his hand to strike her, but a thought swept through his head to say otherwise. [b]"I'll humor you though kid. I'll get my men out of there, you erase that data. Also get me one of those smarty phones you got there, and you have yourself a deal."[/b] Putting his hand out he grinned, his teeth stained from years of smoking and bad hygiene.