"For fuck's sake Lydia! We were closing on a bounty! Why were we recalled?"
"Hey Frank. Lay off of the language. You know I don't like it."
"Yeah Frank. Lay off the language."
"Oh fuck you, Pete." Frank snarled. "So why were we recalled?"
Lydia sighed, and handed over a folder. "While you were on 'Holiday' we got bought out by a big corporation. They recalled everyone for a big Op."
Frank flipped through the folder.
"Child protection? What the hell?!"
"Hey! Don't complain. Company's been turned not-for-profit. Which means we all just tripled our salaries!" Smiled Lydia.
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"This is fucking freaking me out Pete. What's this Dormouse shit on my phone?"
Pete sat on the bed. The mattress sinking beneath his huge bulk. "I dunno Frank. I'd be more worried about who has it out for the kid."
"Good point Pete. Good point. Still a bit pissed at being late for the party. Did you really need that burrito?"
"You know I need to keep my blood sugar up Frank..."
"Shh... There's someone outside..." Frank peered through the door's peephole. There was a man opposite.
"Shit! We have a player." He hissed.
They grabbed both their weapons...