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[right][sub][color=#32CD32]『Time - [color=gray]Afternoon[/color]』
		『Location - [color=gray]Wolfe Estate[/color]』
			『Interaction @GhostMami | [color=gray]Maya Soto[/color], @Lord Wraith | [color=gray]Andrew Wright[/color]』[/color][/sub] [/right]
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[color=gray][center][i][u]Then[/u][/i][/center]

[indent][i]“The number you are trying to reach is currently available. Please try aga—”[/i] the phone cut short before the screen illuminated with the keypad once more. Another ten numbers strung together before hitting the call button.

Ring….ring…..ring….

[i]“Allo?” 

[color=#32CD32]“Diego, Soy yo, Marco. Oye necessito un favor”[/color]

“Marco? No he sabido de ti desde...bueno, ya sabes. Que necesitas?”

[color=#32CD32]“Necesito que investigues algo. Que tu sabes de Montana?”[/color]
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[center][i][u]Now[/u][/i][/center]

[indent]“Hopefully the storm passes quick” his driver said.

Marco hated small talk, especially with uber drivers. Today was different though, with no certainty of tomorrow after the apparition of the briefcase nothing was guaranteed. [color=#32CD32]“It’s a terrible day for rain”[/color] he said looking out the window up into the clouds. Raid drops coated the screen while a streak of rain ran down parallel to where his cheeks were, an omen? Who knew? Regardless of the weather, Marco still had the blackmail in the recesses of his mind casting a cloud of its own. Arriving at the terminal he took his bags and tipped his driver handsomely before going on his way. [color=#32CD32][i]”I need a drink”[/i][/color] Marco thought as he made his way to the nearest bar. In all actuality, Marco had relapsed into his alcoholic tendencies and had been drinking after since opening that god forsaken letter and photo. His breath was hot with the stench of brown liquor; an old fashioned was his standard. 

A few drinks and cigarettes later Marco found himself in the homestretch of his two hour wait. Time really did drag when you didn’t want it to. Standing in line he couldn’t help but find himself behind a family of four, Marco didn’t particularly like children and these two were no exception. Stepping up with boarding pass in hand, Marco was never more relieved to have been bumped up to first class. This was the first and probably the last time he’d ever get to experience such luxury. Of course, it was too good to be true, even though he wasn’t particular to kids he did know their bedtime stories. Marco was being fattened up only be led to slaughter. Although did that beat the alternative if his secret got out?

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Marco spent most of his overnight flight scribbling notes into his journal no bigger than a hand. The more alcohol the less legible his handwriting became, until he inevitably was too intoxicated to stay awake. As the plane landed Marco shook violently awake to the wheels hitting the tarmac, sweat sticking to his shirt while strands of hair were slick with sweat. Marco looked around to see a few startled faces, [color=#32CD32]“What the fuck are you looking at? Mind your business, yeah?!”[/color] a few choice words in Spanish were mumbled under his breathe as he regained his bearings. A land with an abundance of green and vegetation was new for Marco, flatland and gorges were his home for the last few years. While it was only one terminal the National Parks airport was more of the same monotony any airport housed, there was just so many people for such a small airport. 

Getting lost in the sea of people, Marco had finally found his way to baggage claim. Pushing through people was a bit more tedious than he had hoped for, his patience was wearing rather thin. The one carry on and checked bag was all he needed as he watched everyone else attack the carousel like an all you can eat buffet. Finally making it to the pick up area he was waved down by what Marco could only describe as the butler from Askjeeves or Mr. Monopoly. Marco couldn’t help but burst out with laughter, was this some kind of sick joke? Either way this was the first time he had so much as crack a smile since before the briefcase had sent him on this wild trip. That moment of relaxation was robbed just as fast as it had been given, some tourist had ran into him sending him back into a spiteful recoil. He would have swung a fist had his hand not been filled with a piece of paper. [color=#32CD32][i]”Pinche madre, where’d he go?”[/i][/color] he thought before cooling down once more to read the small note. 

Marco’s eyebrows furrowed at the message. With a quick sleight of hand the note had been quickly placed into his pocket journal and back into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. Skipping the hospitality, Marco entered the luxury car and once again finding himself responsible for making small talk with the driver. As he spoke Marco felt less inclined to believe him, why would a family be so interested in someone like him? What did they want? His questions would hopefully find answers within the hour. [color=#32CD32]“Let’s just hope I don’t disappoint. I hope you don’t mind if I smoke in here”[/color] he said with a cigarette pressed against the crease of his lips. The car stopped to lo and behold yet another mode of transportation. What did Paul Revere’s Ride say? [i]One if by land, two if by sea[/i]? Make that three with that airplane ride. All shock had left him at this point, the destination was all that was on his mind. 

Getting off his sea legs, Marco was greeted by quite a beautiful, tall, Asian woman. His rough hands met her gentle handshake before raising her hand to plant a kiss. [color=#32CD32]“I’m Marco, Marco Ronquillo, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance [i]Señorita[/i]”[/color] returning her hand so she could send a text message before turning back to him. Marco ignored what she had to say as he scoped out the rather massive estate. While others would most likely be in awe of the beauty, these were a dime a dozen from Marco’s experience. Instead he was more interested in what they had on display, but more importantly what they wanted to hide. 

As his eyes covered every inch of the house, Ms. Vandertulip had led him to the great room. [color=#32CD32]“Gracias, I hope to see you soon.”[/color] he said with a smirk before making his way down the steps already beaten by four others.

[color=#32CD32]“I guess this is who she meant when she said everyone”[/color]
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