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FIRST UNDERGROUND MEETING

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Naomi and Melody gathered the few members they had talked to, and gotten "hell yes" responses from if they wanted to join the gang. The underground went back to the place it called home, and gathered round the tunnels and cozied up on the couches.

The Underground wanted to build a group lab so we could all make money together, but first the money had to be raised to buy the places. The leaders tasks the group with a game, bring them weed and we'll raffle off a .50 to anyone who does for the hard work. It was a promising start for the group, as it just started as a pile of texts sent out, and a pair of new friends gathered off the pier.

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Underground Updates

After a somewhat quiet week and a bit of meeting the gangs around town, The Underground was ready to get into action, suited fully up into the pink and ready to make friends and make money.  Over the past two days, The Underground decided to hit stores back to back to back to back to back to back to back.  The stolen money would serve two purposes, make the broke boys and girls some cash and make friends with other gangs by laundering it through them.  Tensions had been high with the Rooks, but a ceasefire was agreed to as The Underground went out to make favors for later.

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Making Friends

The other Conductor, Melody Rogers had grown very close to Chad Rapkov, who introduced the gang to Los Santos Drift, and some races for fun.  Afterwards, her Naomi and Chad talked business with the Drift, and agreed to work with us to get drops from the Cartels if we laundered money through them.  A fully successful day of robbing stores later, a crate full of packed cash was delivered to LSD HQ, and a Sultan RS 20 minutes later to make friends.

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On a quieter note, The Underground were in talks with Salvation.  While the groups had plenty of differences in how they ran things, there was more than enough common ground and friends made through social events to find room for business.   Naomi and Melody were already paying off one member of Salvation for their apartment drug lab, and the second's day crate of packed cash was delivered to one of the heads of Salvation to show we were serious about working together. 

Naomi's Legal Front

Naomi in the meantime had successfully convinced the government to give her a "Residential Renting" license to further her legal front.  Her plans were to get cheap 1Gs to use a disposable drug labs to help out The Underground, and help the members have a place to cook drugs safely throughout the city.   She had gotten promoted out of Jr. Writer to Writer in Weazel, and looked to institute her plans for spreading propaganda, signing up to cover the Batheshebas and recent PD news, with full intent to say nothing but good about the former and slander the latter.  Overall the groups moral was sky high with the cash rolling in and nobody busted, they were feeling like hood kings and queens.

 

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Before all stories procced they must have a beginning, and this, is Karl's.

 

Karl Patterson was born in the big city, New York City to be exact along with his twin brother Carlo DeLuca. Karl had a rough childhood as he constantly fought with his brother, and later being diagnosed with psychopathy. As a young child Karl would enjoy watching bird slowly die after he throw stones at them. This slowly grew into his starting fires and holding his brothers hand against them to watch his screams of pain.

 

At the age 10 the family of 4 were on a road trip, when Karl had seen his dad driving and decided to pinch his arm to see what he would do. When he did so, his dad turned to yell at him, swerving into the opposite lane of traffic straight into a semi-truck. both of his parents died on impact, and both kids were air lifted to the hospital. To this day, the topic divides the brothers as they blame the accident on each other. 

 

After the accident both boys were given to different grandparents. Karl went to Liberty City, while Carlo went to Los Santos. The brother would not see each other for a while longer. Carlo would pursue his path of being a medical professional at LSMD, while Karl went on to being a notorious drug smuggler in Liberty City.  After being traced by the cops he decided to join his brother in Los Santos. When he got there he immediately got to work building connects (he would still not contact his brother until later).  When he got into the city he joined up with a building force known as the Los Zetas. He would stick with them around with them for a little while before moving onto bigger and better things. After awhile Karl got caught up again with the police and decided to move once again for a little while to lose the heat. 

 

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After a while Karl decided to come back to the city. Once back into the city for a second try at life here, he decided to reconnect with his brother after almost 15 years. They connect and talked about how everything was going and each of their own carriers. Karl once again lied to Carlo telling him that he wanted to do more, so Carlo lent Karl a property and his car to help him get back onto his feet. While Karl was looking for more opportunity's he stumbled upon an odd fellow named Pina. Pina told him about a up and coming group called The Underground. After much thought, Karl decided to call this number, and a Melody Rogers had answered. After much discussion, Karl and Melody came to an agreement. He would help the organization by providing them the theater to run and operate for funding, and he would get a way into the organization

 

After some time hanging about with the crew and getting to know everyone Karl and the gang decided to hit a bank. They got everything ready and the funding needed. Karl setup roles and they all headed in. After doing everything successfully the gang forgot to bring lockpick to pick the door after vault! What a disaster it was for the gang. After looking down on this robbery they decided to redeem themselves and hit another one. This time with some help....

 

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After hitting the first bank unsuccessfully the gang decided to hitup the BSB and see if they might want to hit a bank. They agreed and we moved on with the plan. When the day came, all members of Underground and a couple BSB members metup and started to plan out the heist. They planned on hitting the Route 68 vault with the good old hit and dip method. They would have all 15 members run into the bank, grab the cash, and then dip as soon as cops showed up on scene. 

 

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Once again, Karl had planned out which roll everyone in the heist would get. After he had given everyone a role he picked himself, as he was skilled, to hit the drill. 

 

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As soon as the door had opened, everyone moved into placed and started to grab all of the banks money! 

 

After getting out of the bank, he narrowly avoided getting caught by the unit waiting outside. 

 

While leaving a few more units showed up on scene, and since he was the only car they decided to chase him. He went on to run from the police with new recruits "Tanner" and "Brayden". After a long chase Karl head-on'ed with a cop car which ended the pursuit. 

 

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After hitting the cop and a lot of questioning later, all the boys got charged with Bank Robbery and a slew of other things. 

 

Karl ended up getting 7 total years and a $45,000 fine for his actions in the robbery. 

 

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With Karl now out of prison, and the leadership looking at him with great respect on the sacrifice and duty for what he did. They decided that with his great leadership skills and great people skills, that he would be pumped up to a Enforce within the crew. Karl receiving that news made him very happy, but he knew the heavy sacrifices he needed to make to hold the position and keep the crew running. 

 

With the new gained power Karl went out and started to recruit new members so that the gang could grow. to get these new members initiated, Karl decided to do some story robberies to push these recruits to there limit. 

 

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We successfully hit a total of 4 stores making a total amount of $5,000 each. With the new members now becoming a little more trusted, Karl moves on to do even more....

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The Breakout
Upon the order given for all members to be forced to choose between the Rising Suns and The Underground, The Underground grew relentless and restless. Originally many members were with the Rising Suns and were in The Underground as a side gig, but it was time for a massive change in how things were done for both organizations. The Underground finally had its shining moment beyond store robberies and hitting the milestone of robbing a bank... Breaking yet another person out of police custody.
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This had already been accomplished before, but this time it was for a friend and not a member. We wouldn't simply let the enemy take one of our people hostage like this, and we had to make a stand. There were only a few minutes to set up a blockade of pure pink in the way of them and DOC. With time against them and the clock ticking, they readied their guns at the moment they saw the Police driving in and as The Underground believes; it was war.
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The battle was gruesome but not a single Underground member was critically injured, finally showing that common street and sewer rats had fangs long enough to go into the veins of even the strongest faction in Los Santos. We felt powerful and successfully delivered the person back to her rightful home.
We were pink, proud, and a force to be reckoned with.

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THREE MONTHS

Charlie had cried that night on the pier, where the light of the Leviathan roller coaster flashed with a different colour for every thought she had running through her head. Gretchen had left with Charlie's grey jacket, a sign of her former status, over one arm and the family had gone with her. She had not been kicked out- she had been asked if she was happy. Her mood had been slipping, she had been floating for other groups and neglecting those who needed her. She felt as a stranger since their leader had passed in a storm of blood and bullets. The chapter for that life had closed because behind her forced smile and efforts, Charlie had not been happy. 

Melody to her then was a casual friend, an ex-member who had left because the vigilante life was not really cut out for her. She spoke to her sometimes. 

Three months. Three months she had been alone. She was not always by herself in the physical sense- she had a cooking partner, and her pier friends. She carried the odd chat with the old family and of course had her casual acquaintances that didn't shoot her at the drug labs. They may have left her be out of pity or because they knew she had nothing to steal. But despite these relations, she was without a family of the criminal sort.

She admired them from afar the way one admires an erupting volcano or a purebred guard dog. The black suits, to suit smooth and mysterious personalities, beckoned to her with grand visions of a world where she was truly wanted, powerful and respected. Among them, one she admired, that she coveted. He, and her own promise to live by her mother's word to never back down, are what spurred her on. She would work hard, hard enough to make them see her. 

Time passed. She worked her fingers to the bone ripping out plants at labs. She arranged business deals through them. She laundered only through their hands. And, seasoned as a chef, she often took the helm of a large lab and produced enough truckloads of cocaine to satisfy all of Los Santos. She picked more weed, she cooked in the fancy lab, more weed, lab, wash rinse repeat. She wasn't happy...she was just drifting, drifting on a lonesome sea with a hope for a brighter future. Spurts of happiness came from time to time, grooming and stroking her desire to belong, to be wanted. She was once in a while remembered long enough to join them in holding down a lab, and sometimes they would call her to ask her to roll joints. Nothing more. And even though she was hopeful, she wasn't happy. 

Melody was with her friends, Rising Suns, and they had chatted in a friendly way more frequently than they ever had in the old family. 

An incident one day dealt a blow to her. Below standard. An ex-girlfriend, a woman she had tried so hard for, loved so much and given so much for, had said she was below standard as a lover, and that she had moved on to a proper lover. The woman's reason for this viperous attack? She was angry at her boss, and Charlie dared to be seen talking to him. Nothing more. She wasn't happy. 

Melody was able to calm her down and tell her good truths and wisdoms, how it was the ex's poor temper and cruelty at fault. 

That type of loneliness with an iron strike to the heart, weighs on a soul like Charlie's own, but she was determined...She just had to work harder. Then one day the call came. An old friend, one she had hand-picked for her previous family, appeared to her side soon after, overlooking the sunset on a sandy shore, both unaware that the last light of hope would be sucked out with the last light of day. They told her that they had left the old family, along with the ex-girlfriend, and the black suits had welcomed them as could-be members. A deep jealousy clouded her heart and mind, a soft rage that overtook everything else. She wasn't happy. 

After that night, she couldn't work as hard. She was unfocused, making easy error after easy error, filled with anxiety that those she was hoping to impress stood watching her fail over and over and over again. She had been in the back of a serious cop car about five times that week and the red and blue made her remember that night on the pier, looking at flashing lights through her tears. But she would not relent simply because three months of trying meant they might reach out any day and welcome her. 

Melody talked to her in that gentle motherly way that night, on top of the last letter of Vinewood sign, Charlie's special place. She spoke of how unfair it was, how the person joining probably just had better connections,  promising her she would always have a home in the Underground if things didn't work out. But she knew how hard Charlie was working and supported whatever she decided. 

Later that week, Charlie was determined to impress. 500 weed plants. That would get her in for sure. That would forgive any shortcoming; It would rectify her stupidity and prove she was responsible. As she crept into Braddocks, a voice hissed at her to leave. Her old boss, the could-be member now confirmed to be a new recruit, and three of the men she wanted to impress. They told her to leave. They didn't say it was because they thought she was a liability, but she could sense it. Once more, tears in her eyes, she left. She drove straight to the top of a familiar hill, grabbed the rungs of the metal ladder, and clambered to the summit of the last letter in the Vinewood sign. She wasn't happy. 

Mind and body chilled by the wind and the rain that began to patter, she took off her shoes and curled her toes on the white ledge, looking down into the abyss below and wondering if she would feel any pain at all. Her text messages went ignored. She braced herself for the fall, and hoped she wouldn't regret it on the way down, when her phone rang. 

Melody.

She picked it up and spoke softly for just a few moments. It was the pause she needed. That fraction of a second to pull her back from sorrow and make her realize what sort of error she was about to make.

She called her therapist next. She wasn't happy...but she felt she knew what she had to do that might put an end to it.

She texted the black suits and told them her story. Being left out for three months, being ignored, being forgotten, being told to leave and being below standard, while people were snapped up in less than a day and members in less than a week had pissed her right off, but she worded it sweetly so bridges would remain unburned. 
She threw her black wannabe suit into the closet with her other skeletons and hurried to the store, purchasing a pink sweater with donuts. Her hair? Pink. Her bike? Pink. Her mind? A whirl of emotions with pink fuzzy dice on the rearview mirror. 

She then texted Melody. 
"Do you... mind if I join you?"
The answer was an instantaneous acceptance, a jolly and happy welcome and a radio frequency. That night, stores were robbed, banks were planned, police were run from and laughter and new tears, different tears, washed the sorrow of three months from her mind. 

And Charlie was happy.  
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                                                                                                              The start of a journey, her journey

When she first came into the city, Evelynn didn't know what she wanted to do, she had left her previous job owning the mechanics to escape a collapsing city, finding herself starting all over again.
She starting hanging out at the pier with a couple of friends that flew in with her, dreaming about applying to LSC, making acquaintances and getting to know the city, it wasn't long until she realized that she needed more, she quickly grew bored and wanted to try something new.
She gave up applying to LSC as she met people that were willing to take her in, officially classifying her as a criminal, a friend group was quickly created and their names were getting known, as they went around the city hitting stores and doing minor jobs, she gathered experience and information that allowed her to grow in her newfound career.
The group realized they wanted to join something bigger and step out of the comfort zone that was created within their group, deciding to join ZT as a group, they were excited to have joined something bigger, something they could thrive with, sadly that wasn't the case.
At the time of their joining, ZT was battling some other organizations for the color they wanted as well as some other properties, let's just say it wasn't a good IDEA.
That day ZT took a big hit, a lot of people were injured in a shootout, making the newcomers doubt their decisions, quickly they realized they weren't experienced enough to assist in a big fight like that, they didn't have the resources needed nor the numbers, so they left.
After considering many options, the friend group ended up joining the Rising Suns, it was an unforgettable experience, they loved the people, quickly became family, suddenly we weren't just a friend group in an org, but a big united family.
After some time a member of the Rising Suns, Melody Rogers, wanted to start her own side gig, with different ambitions at hand she retreated back to the tunnels, called in some of her friends, people who could call the tunnels home and started organizing, so The Underground was born.
During this period of time she joined The Underground while also staying in RS, a lot of people did the same as they struggled to manage the two.
Evelynn started realizing a cruel truth though, nothing could go her way and she couldn't understand why, she was putting effort in what she was doing and still, her progress was stuck in time, she had breakdowns, doubted her reality and although surrounded by friends and family, she felt alone, she couldn't stand seeing people get close to their goals while she was still in the same, exact, spot.
She quickly grew new ambitions, she realized that the city was a big chess board, and to climb further up she needed to play it's game, she would climb to the top, any means necessary.
The Rising Suns, as they were noticing people struggle to juggle their time between the two, decided to give an ultimatum to everyone that was in both orgs.
She was really struggling to accept that as a reality, she didn't want to let any of them go, but she had to make a choice.
Evelynn had always vowed to never choose the side that's making her pick, it was written in her morals and she refused to go against them, and so she left RS.
With her whole focus on The Underground she started working her way up, gathering information and making hits with the rest of the org.

That was just the start of her journey...
 

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Life looks different at the wrong end of a pistol. Charlie had thought the day had been going so well, too! Two stores safely under their belt, a friendly chat with policemen non-the-wiser and the gang had even obtained some silencers! It had been a wonderful, productive afternoon with no arrests. 

And now, in a cloudy haze from her own hit of a bong, Charlie felt all that happiness of a job well done melt away. She stared at the gun, a little .50. Nothing to sneeze at but hardly as scary as the person holding it. Melody. Melody was a crackshot with any gun but at this close range, there'd be no chance of surviving.

"Sorry to kill your good mood, Charlie. But I need some questions answered." 
She swallowed.
"What are the rules of The Underground?"
"To not point a gun at Charlie Bankshot?" she answered lamely.
"Fair point. But what are the other rules?"
"You're breaking rule one."
"Answer the question, Charlie. Do we hold up or rob civilians?"
"N-no."
"Than why am I getting reports of you robbing the men in white and black checks?"

Her mind raced. Had she done that and forgotten? Had she had another episode? Had she robbed someone at a lab? Recently? No, she had not been to labs in days. She knew these men were looking for her. Or were they? Broken telephone? Oh god she has a gun pointed at me and she's angry. Just breathe. Focus.

"I have no earthly idea. I did not rob anyone!"
"Charlie. I am getting dozens of text messages about it."
"I didn't! Melody, I swear to you, I didn't do anything wrong. If-"

A laugh. A laugh to break through the tension like a cellphone ringing broke through the darkest moment of her life. 

"I'm just fucking with you Charlie. I just wanted you to know that you've been promoted to Reaper." 

She could have punched her, but she just sighed as that happy wave returned to her. She slowly rose from the chair, and approached Melody with balled fists, to throw around her neck in a warm hug. 

She knew she'd fit in here. 

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The Revenge Story
At the beginning of The Underground's life, they all made an enemy out of one man. 
Carlo DeLuca, the man who insulted 
pink, had to be dealt with eventually. While with Rising Suns, Melody saved multiple friends from a seemingly corrupt or at least spiteful traffic stop by simply holding the cop at gunpoint and allowing her friends to escape. Later that day she was caught by that same cop who of which called her a bitch, telling her that "Only pussies wear pink"

She demanded an apology and didn't get one... She told him it would keep escalating, and it did. The first stop was delivering a small briefcase of human hearts to the man, making him sick and calling her a monster. She loved it too much. She kept going after that apology, never getting it. That hate fumbled around inside of her heart for far too long and it was just time to bring things to an entirely new level. She approached DeLuca on shift and convinced him she wanted to apologize for her actions and settle things on a handshake. She grabbed her gun and forced him into his trunk, driving him to a deserted alleyway and finally calling some of the people he had wronged. It was finally time for that apology.

Holding him at gunpoint, she smiled wide and waited for her friends. Before they arrived, she remembered how sensitive DeLuca was about his missing toe, only having nine and not wanting the world to know because he cares so heavily for his image. She fired a round, taking another toe off and soon began to cut his hair while another toe was taken off with a knife by a friend.

Seven toes, her apology, and his hair.

Her day couldn't get any better.
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The Rook Problem

Naomi was doing alright, The Underground was working security for the Salvation Wedding on the 25th, and Naomi was making sure everything was going to plan.  Unfortunately, someone stole a paragon and according to the radio, someone was shot and killed at the scrapyard chasing it down.  Melody started to panic about seeing a lot of rooks there, after she had stormed off. and screamed about war to anyone who would listen.  Unfortunately for Naomi, she wasn't entirely in the loop about the whole problem then all of a sudden Harley came out and shouted at Naomi "We need to talk."

Naomi jumped into the car of the Rooks, and into her doom.  She was taken to an underground parking garage, and quickly stripped & shaved with multiple shotguns to her face, body and everywhere.  Harley took the radio out of her ear and made demands over the radio, asking Melody if she "Liked how War tasted like".  A lot of arguments over the radio later, and the knife was put on her right index finger and was told to beg.  She did, but it didn't matter and her right index finger was sliced off without a care in the world, and Naomi left to bleed on the ground.  Eventually there was radio chatter on the rook's end that PD was near, so Naomi was easily knocked out, scooped up into Harley's trunk, and then dumped at nearby construction.  Unconscious, Harley told her to "rise above," before leaving and driving off into the night. Naomi was not alright.

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Naomi eventually woke up and crawled her way to a store, but Melody and Evelyn picked her up, threw whatever clothes they could find on her and then got her to pillbox.  The doctors were able to cauterize the stump of her finger, but they weren't able to save it without the other end.  Naomi explained what happened to the detective what happened, and then shortly there after had to explain to Weazel Management, who were all staring at shock at her hand.  She was placed on medical leave with Weazel and all the time in the world to think.  She talked to Melody and Charlie Bankshot on the roof of her house, still not okay but thinking about her future and how The Underground takes care of their Rook problem.

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War
After all the drama that happened, morale was suffering heavily in The Underground. Desperately attempting to move forward and simply blow off some steam, they decided to roll around and check labs, getting into quite the altercation with the Dragons. It was a fairly fun battle for all of them, but thankfully the people in pink managed to stay stalwart and hold their ground when pushed; finally having their first real battle against them. Unfortunately the praise amongst the comrades would be short lived...

The biggest gang in the entire city would soon arrive and they wouldn't go down without a fight. 
Los Santos Police Department pushed the battle to them on the rooftops near Weazel News and it quickly became a bloodbath of multiple dead officers, a dead Underground member, and the rest in prison. That didn't matter to any of them, quite frankly. We were too proud. We stood our ground, and we couldn't have been happier together fighting along side of each other.
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Melody smiled at the racketeering charge she was given while being escorted to DOC by eleven total police vehicles when she ended up in prison with her family. There was only one dream she was still reaching for.
She was still going to go for that domestic terrorism charge, no matter what it would take.
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On 10/26/2021 at 6:49 AM, Iriael said:

The Rook Problem

Naomi was doing alright, The Underground was working security for the Salvation Wedding on the 25th, and Naomi was making sure everything was going to plan.  Unfortunately, someone stole a paragon and according to the radio, someone was shot and killed at the scrapyard chasing it down.  Melody started to panic about seeing a lot of rooks there, after she had stormed off. and screamed about war to anyone who would listen.  Unfortunately for Naomi, she wasn't entirely in the loop about the whole problem then all of a sudden Harley came out and shouted at Naomi "We need to talk."

Naomi jumped into the car of the Rooks, and into her doom.  She was taken to an underground parking garage, and quickly stripped & shaved with multiple shotguns to her face, body and everywhere.  Harley took the radio out of her ear and made demands over the radio, asking Melody if she "Liked how War tasted like".  A lot of arguments over the radio later, and the knife was put on her right index finger and was told to beg.  She did, but it didn't matter and her right index finger was sliced off without a care in the world, and Naomi left to bleed on the ground.  Eventually there was radio chatter on the rook's end that PD was near, so Naomi was easily knocked out, scooped up into Harley's trunk, and then dumped at nearby construction.  Unconscious, Harley told her to "rise above," before leaving and driving off into the night. Naomi was not alright.

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Naomi eventually woke up and crawled her way to a store, but Melody and Evelyn picked her up, threw whatever clothes they could find on her and then got her to pillbox.  The doctors were able to cauterize the stump of her finger, but they weren't able to save it without the other end.  Naomi explained what happened to the detective what happened, and then shortly there after had to explain to Weazel Management, who were all staring at shock at her hand.  She was placed on medical leave with Weazel and all the time in the world to think.  She talked to Melody and Charlie Bankshot on the roof of her house, still not okay but thinking about her future and how The Underground takes care of their Rook problem.

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Loved this RP with you guys, was very fun!

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