Connor Safehouse

[apocalypsesoon]

John was bored, had a lot of surplus parts, and a package just delivered.

A tiny package. Of a tiny machine gun.

This was not good. He really shouldn't think of trying to make an attack chihuahua. Maybe something more like a schnauzer?

[ooc: me wanty!]

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[misshargrove]

Annette called John's cell, hoping it was still in service. Ring.

[apocalypsesoon]

John was not giddy. "Hey, Annette. Or at least her phone."

[misshargrove]

"How'd you know it was me, uh?" she said with a smile.

[apocalypsesoon]

"Because my phone says this is your phone," he smirked. BEcuase smirking is audible.