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

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	[center][i]Sploosh.[/i][/center]

	Milo closed the reel on his fishing rod, the water a bit choppy by the shop, the wooden sign of the Final Round Armory swaying behind him up the bank. Milo wondered at this point whether or not he was actually going to catch anything today as it was, he had been out there since dawn, but as of now, close to noon, he has lost most of the good bait he brought and has caught nothing good.

	[color=f26522]"For heavens sake.... How can I live by the damned ocean and still never catch anything."[/color]

	Milo just sat shaking his head as he waited for the line to tug, only interrupted when he felt his cell vibrating in his pocket. Milo pulls out the phone and answers without even looking to see who it was, assuming it must be Paige calling for him. 

	[color=f26522]"Please tell me you aren't in a rush, I just set my line."[/color] He smirked figuring that would ruffle a feather or two, however the voice on the other end of the line set him up straight as it came though.

	"Wow, fishing, classic. You know, if I was Paige, who I assume you figured this was, I would probably tell you to get off your ass and put that hillbilly truck in gear.... But I'm not so what's biting." The feminine voice chimed as Milo relaxed himself and chuckled at the retort. His ex Ana, and Paiges friend, she had only recently began talking to Milo again.

	[color=f26522]"First off, I know I told you I upgraded my truck, and second, I haven't even caught a cold."[/color] Milo sat there chit chatting for a bit, it must be morning back in Delta where she is. [color=f26522]"Don't you have work or something, shouldn't you be getting ready?"[/color]

	"Yeah I suppose, couldn't help but give you a ribbing, it's always too easy. Tell Paige I love her. okay?"

	[color=f26522]"Maybe, if I feel like it."[/color] Milo lit a cigarette, as he tried to handle the rod, the phone and the lighter. Just as he is about to say something further, he feels a hard tug on the line, and tries to jerk at the fish. [color=f26522]"Aww Hell!"[/color] He pulls hard and realizes too late that he had let go of the phone and lighter, realizing the mistake he tosses the rod to try and catch the phone. He succeeded in only catching the last bit of the phone call before the phone hit the water, all he heard was laughing. Milo stood and looked to where he tossed his rod which was now pulled ten yards into the water, his phone disappearing as well, he stooped down and picked up his lighted that miraculously did not fall into the ocean, lit a new cigarette and just walked back to his dockside workshop, shaking his head.