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RED INKEP 22: One ego in mind 2•• He checked the packages one more time, using his eyes to count the boxes. When he was done making assurance, he retreated from the vehicle. "Close the door." He ordered the two men standing on opposite sides of his presence. They walked to delivery truck's trunk, both pulling down the heavy metal door and sealing it with a big padlock. They were both dressed in blue delivery uniforms for one of those delivery companies. The goods were to be delivered to different places in Dretch. Diggy handed them the file they had forged containing fake names of people with real locations. While some of the names were real, serving as a means of diversion if police stopped them on the way, the other names were camouflages and hidden. One of the guys collected the paperback book from him, hailing him with his cap and with that, they got into the passenger's seat and driver's seat respectively. As the truck entered the side road, driving away, Diggy brought o
Red Ink Succumb not to seduction
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Red Ink A place to Start
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Red Ink A Place to Start 2
RED INKEP 25: A Place to Start•• The hard pitter patter of the rain on the concrete flooring was considered a stop to activities for the day. Nobody would want to enter such a weather to get to where they were going, except that place was home. Peter with his violin bag strapped at his back and his hands in his pockets looked up at the sky like a child who was excited to receive a candy for a job well done. It was always that time of the year, let the season do its job. Linda stood beside him. "It has started raining...again."Peter smiled. "Let it shine. It is its season afterall, and it comes with a lot of cold."She was mesmerized by his endearing personality to act without pretence as he pleased on a first date. And though that was a characteristic she admired, the wide smile on his face and the excitement on it captivated her more. When he turned to look at her, the light in his eyes—it sparkled like crystals in a blocked cave. "What do you say, Linda Springdam?" He asked.
Red Ink Who dares to start a fomentation?
RED INKEP 26: Who dares to start a fomentation?••The big padlock was a solid steel which looked new compared to the chain rounded at the handle of the iron gates. He struggled with the lock as the key appeared bent. He managed to manoeuvre the keylock, removing the chain and closing it back. "Fucking hell! Fucking hell!" He cursed. Behind him came two big guys, taller than him with two inches. They were cladded in a black leather jacket, black beanies and black boots. In their hands, they were each holding an AR-15 with leather gloves on their hands. They each had a headlamp around their heads. They both looked around in confusion, raising their guns up to survey the premises. "Boss?" The one with a balbo beard, nicknamed Deathrow, asked with confusion on his face. He feared that he was followed. "What's up?" "Lock the gates!" Diggy furiously dropped the chain, leaving it on the ground for them to pick up, walking away towards the PEN. The rain was falling heavily and Diggy was
Red Ink You know I am no Angel, nor Devil
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Red Ink Hold my Disposition
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