That's a damn fine way t' look at it, love. I respect that. [ His brogue a bit heavy, a touch of understanding in his tone. He wasn't an assassin by any means, but he'd made plenty of mistakes since he was twenty-one. Many that likely weren't in that file, but it made him who he was. ] Yeah, I do. I'm a firm believer, tha' we all got somethin' to atone for.
[ Not much made him flinch anymore, four years ago, he absolutely would have screamed and ran for the hills. But Francis hadn't lived on the hard streets then, Doyle has. ]
You know I will. I'll catch you around, darlin'. Anythin' comes up beforehand give me a ring, yeah?
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[ As promised, early on Friday, Doyle had rolled out of bed to a text that had come while he was still passed out. Luckily, nothing was going down until sunset. He copied the info to text to Natasha. The address and time. He even made sure to let her know that they were all expected to wear black on black.
While Doyle liked his colors, he knew better than to show up colorful or in his brown leather. So when sunset came he arrived, others from both the bar, and people he'd seen around but didn't know well coming into the crowd.
Not only was the second in command there, but the first. If the cards were played right, a lot of lives would be saved, and the gang taken down at the same time. All the outsiders were to be paid half before they left to assure loyalty. Half was fine by Doyle, he knew these guys would never get their terrible deeds done. Standing in the crowd, the envelope was slipped inside his black leather jacket as he listened to the first in command giving the plan, along with a rule of no witnesses. Kill anyone who tries to run. ]
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[ Not much made him flinch anymore, four years ago, he absolutely would have screamed and ran for the hills. But Francis hadn't lived on the hard streets then, Doyle has. ]
You know I will. I'll catch you around, darlin'. Anythin' comes up beforehand give me a ring, yeah?
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[ As promised, early on Friday, Doyle had rolled out of bed to a text that had come while he was still passed out. Luckily, nothing was going down until sunset. He copied the info to text to Natasha. The address and time. He even made sure to let her know that they were all expected to wear black on black.
While Doyle liked his colors, he knew better than to show up colorful or in his brown leather. So when sunset came he arrived, others from both the bar, and people he'd seen around but didn't know well coming into the crowd.
Not only was the second in command there, but the first. If the cards were played right, a lot of lives would be saved, and the gang taken down at the same time. All the outsiders were to be paid half before they left to assure loyalty. Half was fine by Doyle, he knew these guys would never get their terrible deeds done. Standing in the crowd, the envelope was slipped inside his black leather jacket as he listened to the first in command giving the plan, along with a rule of no witnesses. Kill anyone who tries to run. ]