Something's scaring them off. All the whispers are gone. I've got no information. The 5-0's been sniffing around, and all those weak souls have run away.
Without the intel I need, I can't get as much done. This is NOT how I like to work.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
My contacts are all drying up.
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oh common, spitzle! stop all this bitching and moaning already! Nobady said murder was easy, right?? now get up your ass and show us you still got it.
you can make things happen. explosions usually gets people talking again.
where are you spitzle? still stuck in that attic???
i see you've given up...
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