sooo... we meet again!(part 1)

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3 person POV: 

      Lia stood near the black Bugatti as it was getting prepped up for the job of the day. Brady made his way into the clustered garage and stood behind Lia "umm lee can I talk to yah for a minute?..." Lia looked up at him with an eyebrow raised"I won't take long I promise..." he continued Lia frowned "if it is that topic again..." but Brady didn't let her continue as he dragged her to a corner

. "You sure you wanna do this?" he started she opened her mouth to say something "no what i mean is you can, there is no doubting what you can but ... please don't! This is like something you have never done before and you know who you would face if you do start on this.." by now Brady had started to just blabber so Lia did what any sane person would do, she grabbed the piece of cloth lying on the table beside them and shoved it into his mouth

 " Brady... shut up!" she sniggered as he spat the cloth out. She smiled giving him a hug " I am just going on a spin around town I didn't enroll in the army or anything... you do know I can handle myself don't you".He hummed against her wrapping his hands protectively around her "I know, but I wont be able to bear it if you get hurt..." 

she smiled unsurely "don't worry I wont." But deep down something in her heart didn't quite agree with her.

 "And you may wanna consider rinsing your mouth cuz I cant promise that cloth wasn't used for nothing on the bit weirder side!!!"

                       "Zack" no response, "Zack?" Johnny was greeted with silence again, "ZACK" Johnny raised his voice poking his head into the laundry room. Zack sat there staring into the washing machine as if he'd like nothing better but to light the clothes in it on fire.

 "ZACK!!!!" Johnny screamed on top of his voice, Zacks head snapped in his direction "what?!" he snapped annoyed,as he slammed the machines door close "are you alright?..." Zack looked at him as if he was stupid "of course I am fine why would you think otherwise?". Johnny shrugged "maybe because you put the cat into the washing machine." 

Zacks eyes widened as he flung the door open rummaging between the clothes before his head shot up in realization "wait a second... we don't have a cat..." 

Johnny sniggered behind him "exactly! Tell me Zack whats on your mind lately?... is it your lil smuggler crush?!" Zack gave him a poisonous glare, Johnny shrugged innocently.

  Paulo poked his head in "hey" Zack just nodded while Johnny gave him a friendly hug "so whatsup?". Johnny sighed "nothing much just me and Zack and Zacks mind on his smuggler crush" Johnny laughed leaving, Paulo looked amused at the place he left "he knows abou..." Zack snapped cutting him off "no he doesn't! Just playing the shithead that he is and trying to piss me off 'shipping'me or something like that with Lia". 

Paulo chuckled, Johnny poked his head in again"oh I forgot to mention you may not have put in the imaginary cat bro, but I cant promise I didn't see you flick your phone in there."

 Zack scowled at him not believing but the absence of his phone from his pockets made his eyes go wide again. He dropped onto his knees this time literally plucking the clothes apart then froze and heaved.

 He reached in extracting the now totally ruined phone out. Johnny retreated back to his room laughing is head off.

 Zack sighed perching himself on top of the machine examining his phone. Paulo came up to him "guess Johnny just proved his point, yeah?" Zack shook his head defeatedly.                  

      "Sooo..." Paulo started "so what?" zack asked "so, why haven't you been coming to the office for the past 2days?" 

 Zack grinned in a non humorous way "you know exactly why. The whole office must be laughing their asses off 'ooh that stupid cop, everyone had high hopes for him what does that idiot do' 'he lets the main pawn slip right through his fingers TWICE!' 'HE EVEN FANCIED HER!' 'what an idiot' 'who put that donkey in charge?'!!!"he mimicked.

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