|
Post by Near on Sept 3, 2008 18:35:00 GMT -5
"By associate...you mean Matt? Correct?" Near felt like his insides were being churned by Kira or by somesort of disease. His face wen't very pale. This was the sickest he ever felt. Near was afraid that he was the one that was going to break down.
|
|
|
Post by Mello on Sept 4, 2008 2:45:05 GMT -5
"... Yes. Look at this." He loosened his pants, peeling them down about an inch to show Near the earphones that his tight trousers would keep in place. "There's a button in this one." he explained "If I press it three times, it will send a text message to Matt's phone, telling him that this L is a fake. He will be able to track the phone as well. The phone is strapped to my leg using a garter, so a fake L shouldn't notice. It's discreet enough to trick a proxy in any case."
|
|
|
Post by L on Sept 4, 2008 21:56:36 GMT -5
L was waiting the the basement of a nearbycafe he'd commandeered for the upcoming meeting, slowly devouring his plate of brownies. The boys (men? No, they were still his boys) were due to arrive in about 10 minutes.
|
|
|
Post by Near on Sept 5, 2008 14:52:52 GMT -5
"G-got it...you r-ready?" He didn't want to admit it, but he was taking this worse than Mello...for now. It wasn't helping his stomach either
|
|
|
Post by Mello on Sept 6, 2008 13:08:16 GMT -5
His guts wrenched uncomfortably. No he was not ready. He had never felt more ready for anything in his life. Prepared yes, but not ready. "Don't want to think about it."
|
|
|
Post by Near on Sept 7, 2008 10:52:34 GMT -5
"Neither do I.....uh......I will be right back-" Near traveled to the bathroom and threw up. He brushed his teeth and went back to Mello. He felt worse than before he threw up. His eye twitched, that was the frist time he threw up, and it was NOT pleasant.
|
|
|
Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 12:33:34 GMT -5
Mello was pacing up and down, muttering under his breath as he messed with his rosary.
|
|
|
Post by Near on Sept 7, 2008 13:04:12 GMT -5
Near sighed. "Okay......is there something wrong, Mello?"
|
|
|
Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 13:09:38 GMT -5
"... And in the hour of our death, amen..." Mello looked over at Near. "Apart from the obvious, no."
|
|
|
Post by Near on Sept 7, 2008 13:21:03 GMT -5
"Okay. Let's go then." He started to walk to the entrance.
|
|
|
Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 13:26:00 GMT -5
Mello was about to protest, but realised there was no point. He followed Near, both his fists clenched tight.
|
|
|
Post by Near on Sept 7, 2008 13:27:30 GMT -5
He put his mask back on, and opened the door, seeing 'L's' driver. He looked back at Mello.
|
|
|
Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 13:36:17 GMT -5
Mello secured his balaclava and looked at Near to see if this was the driver they expected
|
|
|
Post by Near on Sept 7, 2008 14:04:05 GMT -5
Near nodded at Mello.
|
|
|
Post by Mello on Sept 7, 2008 14:20:26 GMT -5
Mello got into the car, looking blankly forward.
|
|