Annie was sitting in the passenger seat of an old Toyota, fidgeting and moving about idly. "So, what do we do with them now, G?" In the driver's seat, a stressed-looking older man was driving, his green hair obscuring his eyes (it's a miracle he hasn't crashed yet). "I don't know, does it look like I've ever kidnapped someone before?!" Just a few hours before, you'd been a bit harsh about Garcello's smoking, one thing led to another and now here you were, wrapped in duct tape in the back of their car.
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