When something did happen, it certainly wasn't what Joseph was expecting. His phone buzzed again, this time with an unfamiliar tone. He read the text, and then the caller ID. [i]Jesus Christ not you again...[/i] Just thinking about this kid brought all sorts of pain back to him. But by the sounds of it, Joseph was needed urgently, so he stood up and felt about his body.

[i]Still a little bit screwed up, but manageable.[/i]

Joseph looked through his drawers until finding a stack of note paper, on which he wrote the message, "I lied. Construction site, Berth avenue. And somebody better bring my suitcase, there's important stuff in there," before taping the page to his door. He then set off, hopping onto his bicycle and heading towards the construction site.

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Upon his arrival, Joseph saw the boy, evoking several rather painful memories. A broken clavicle, perforated lungs, ruptured spleen, and 13 bullets in places they just really shouldn't have been in. But that was the past, and Joseph looked up at the boy with a look of both contempt and admiration. 

"Hello Ce, you called me? I'm Mr. Marquis. What can I help you with?" He said, pulling on the collar of his jacket.