"Look, officer, get that bastard bobby away from me!" exclaimed Burlington at Whitacre.
"Don't worry, Humphrey," said Whitacre reassuringly, "But tell me where you were on the 14th, and what you were doing..."
After taking a look to make sure that McNab had left and hearing the door bolt, Burlington turned to Whitacre.
"Look guvna," said Burlington, "I didn do nothin'. On the night o' the 14th, I was just in my Wolfie, strolling 'round New London, lookin' fo' somethin' to shoot, ya know? Then, all of a sudden, this other mate in a Templar starts cruisin' in my direction. My first reaction was like, 'Holy! I gotta scram, the bobbys are comin!' The guy CDs my ship, and I come to grindin' halt."
Burlington stopped to take a breath, and using his two manacled hands, jesticulated one ship chasing another. Meanwhile, Whitacre nodded.
"The mate, without sayin' a word, opens a trade channel wit me," continued Burlington, "He then goes, 'I got a simple little job, mate, and you can either do it for 8 million, or you can eat my tachyons.' I figure, EIGHT MILLIONS??? I took the job on the spot. He transfers over this box to me."
"A box?" asked Whitacre, brow furrowing.
"Aye, guvna, a box," replied Burlington.
"Did you know what was in it?" asked Whitacre.
"Well...er...no..." hesitated Burlington. The suspect glanced at the glass. "I didn' know what was in the box."
Suddenly, Burlington shrunk away from Whitacre. "I don't know anything else, and I'm gonna keep shutmouthed from now on. You can't do nothing to me!!"
Quote:[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: <_<
Quote:Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?
