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It was supposed to be a normal ftiday evening at a casino for Chance, but of course, knowing his luck, Chance blew the friday night for the worst.

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He had accidentaly killed someone.

He looks at his flintlock, playing with it in his hand, swirling the trigger around his finger. Damn, he's cooked.

He sighs and dials your number, his best friend, hoping for help or something.

It was 11 AM at night, he was expecting you to be asleep, like any normal person would.

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Huh, maybe he had underestimated you.

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You pick up the phone and all he says is.. "Care to help me out and burry a body?" He was really hoping for a yes, he was on edge.