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[b]Location:[/b] Atlanta
[B]Interactions:[/b] [@Chulance] - Malik Henderson[/center]
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Michael was walking out of the park when his phone buzzed. With a quick motion, he looked at his brother's reply to his previous text message. He could see the man's authority in the text.

[Color=silver][i]No capture. No kill. Just watch and play a little, huh? I don't get why I gotta treat this fool like a cheap stripper.[/i][/color]

Michael wondered how he would even find the guy, but this is what he was paid to do.

[i]Two days later… Friday[/i]

Michael appeared in the studio of 107.9, a glock pointed at the dj and an ironman mask on his face. Before anyone could react, he spoke.

[Color=silver]"Hey! Don't even think about it. Just need you all to do me an easy favor. Don't play YRN Reparations."[/color] Michael's eyes darted from person to person in the room until one spoke up

"Do you know what that-" The man was cut off.

[Color=silver]"Do you know what I will do to you… and I'm right here. And even if I leave, you.saw how fast I just popped up in here. I'm like Nightcrawler. Yeah, so I'll be listening in. Call the number on this burner and I'll be here to take him away. Now let the people know you ain't playing that weak shit."[/color] Michael smirked as he tossed the phone and teleported away.