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"What? You don't like surprises? Well that's a shame... There's so many more to come."
"Funny you mention that..." *presses a button that opens up a compartment in the wall, revealing a lion* "This guy seems kind of hungry. One...
"Why such the long face? You should be having a blast like your friend."
"Well then go. I'm not stopping you from going right then and there. Just make sure it doesn't travel to your poor friend's feet... Electricity...
"Do I really seem like one who would care about information?"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." *presses a button that sends electricity through Max* "Guess I forgot to mention the presents I left behind...
Zhar: "Oh, don't you worry. I have no intention of hurting her. It's yourselves you have to worry about."
*pushes a button to talk into the microphone* "Oh, I believe there will be a new guest shortly. Someone I think you know very well... First person...
Zhar: "You see, I have been hired to kill one of you. They don't care which one of you, and neither do I. Unfortunately for you, I have more...
Zhar: "My problem?" *smirks* "My problem is having no one and no money. I have no problem with you or the old man over there. But others do."
Zhar: "So, I see you're finally awake, Max."
(I'll be back later)
*Zhar waits in the warehouse, thinking of how to get the final person he needs*
"One last person, and the fun begins..."
*looks at Troy* "you aren't on my contract list. Which means you aren't my problem." *throws down a smoke bomb, and grabs Whitey and heads back to...
"Fine... I'll give you my I.D..." *pulls out tranquilizer gun and shoots at Whitey*
*walks toward Whitey while talking* "You don't need to smoke to have a lighter. Anyways, I don't have any I.D. I'm more of a leave no trace kind...
*continues wandering around, and finds Whitey leaning against a wall* "Hey! You got a lighter I could borrow?"
(Wouldn't let me post for a while) *continues looking for Whitey, while keeping an eye out for Kesi as well*
*Leaves the warehouse and goes in search of Whitey* "Where are you, you old b******"