[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Milo heard the ringing of his phone as he sat at his worktable, gun parts and tools spread all around him, he pulled the phone up and answered it without looking.

[color=f26522]"Milo speaking."[/color] he said gruffly mid thought as he tried to connect a couple of pieces and set them back to working order. however the voice on the other end pulled him out of the thought, Paige was the one that called, she finally got out and sounded like she had learned something good from the way she hesitated in her speech. [color=f26522]"Well, miss walking tall, that suburban just not gonna cut it today?"[/color] Milo smirked even though she couldn't see him, [color=f26522]"Don't worry I'll be there in a few. Your mom sends you the good stuff, I think some time can be killed with that."[/color] Milo hung up and set down the gun he was working on and grabbed his coat, he had already put the chains in the truck and swapped the tires, and set some bags of concrete in the bed, he never got stuck once mudding in Delta, he wouldn't get stuck here. as he got out to his truck and started it up the mess of a storm had only gotten worse, it wouldn't be long before even he would have a hard time.