[Locked to Michael, backdated to the day after their last encounter]

[anjelsword]

Hello.

I've got something for you.

No dogs, there's a good lad. I don't want to give him any greater chance to get my scent.

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[ducttapewarrior]

At the warehouse, or is there somewhere else you'd rather meet?

[anjelsword]

Elsewhere. [A cafe address in Little Italy.]

Alone, understand? I'll be watching.