Originally posted by coquette215. He'd heard, through the grapevine, that there was someone out there who could reverse just one move without any of the players realizing what had happened.Who had told him? Was it Moose? Or maybe Org? He'd try Moose. He dailed up Mooses number and got a message saying that he'd be "away" and didn't know when he'd be back but if it were an emergency to contact Sylvestre. That was it siad Fritz, to one one in particular, it was Sylvestre, the little Italian. He called Syl. He answered on the second ring. "Yo what's up Fritz. Been a long time". Syl do you remember a few years ago you'd found way to reverse "a move" without anyone realizing? Ya that was de..ah man I forgot what I called it, wait it was "Oooooops". Anyways I still got it. Could I borrow it for just one move? Sure comeon over. You know where I'm at. Got some serious coin though 'cause it ain't cheap. I'll be right there.
214. The one thing that fritz could not do, however, was notify the authorities. That was just one solution that was not doable, mainly because it would be a circumstantial accusation. Proof, real proof, was impossible. An amazing combination, no matter how deep, does not prove engine use, fritz realized. Still he played it over and over again and stared at ...[text shortened]... ealized that latitsia, L, was lost. there was no way to pull her to safety . . . unless . . . .?
216. Syl checked the apartment thoroughly before saying a word. He unscrewed lightbulbs and lampfixtures and dissassembled the microwave and unpluged every outlet and computer connection and the WiFI and then he toasted a bagel and preheated the oven to 410 for a pizza and ran the dishwasher. What are you doing, Syl?
220. They walked down to 31st and Vine and stood on the corner and Syl held a newspaper up in front of his face so that his lips couldn't be read by a lipreader. It's $200 G's for a one time reversal. Nothing is remembered. It's retrograde amnesia. Any memories seem like they were just dream or a nightmare. It's hard to pull off, but it's foolproof.
Originally posted by coquette221. Fritz said," That's chumpchange in comparrison to what we have the potential to make by reversing the move. I'm in. When can we do it?" Syl said, "Tomorrow night, 10 o'clock out by the old bakery on 49th and Irvine, you remember Quido's?" "Ya I know it, now do you want cash or will a bankers draft work?" "What do you take me for Fritz, a fool? Cash is all I'll accept and if there are any tricks, It'll be the last thing you do". Fritz remembered what had happened to his previous partner who made the mistake of "fooling" with Syl and didn't want that to be his fate.
220. They walked down to 31st and Vine and stood on the corner and Syl held a newspaper up in front of his face so that his lips couldn't be read by a lipreader. It's $200 G's for a one time reversal. Nothing is remembered. It's retrograde amnesia. Any memories seem like they were just dream or a nightmare. It's hard to pull off, but it's foolproof.
222. Syl and Sheil and L were laughing and hugging and dancing and singing. They had not only assured a solid winning combination, they were taking the fools for $200 G's on top of it. The plan was exuisitely simple, Sheila and Latitisia "L" "tits" would go along with the pretense, as would all the others. They would set their positions back, just as they were, as if that would make any difference. Fritz "Doyle" thought that would create a zugzwang for the hapless fools. But who, really, will be the fools in the end? 10 p.m., all will be in place. They, mother and daughter, shared a square of exquisite 90% dark chocolate Lindt and Spungli. Let the fun begin!
224. No one on planet earth would have believed such a preposterous notion. Could it be more idiotic? Well, of course, no one except the millions of daily consumers that ordered their business office supplies from Staples each day. Yes, of course, it was that "easy." Fritz handed over the counterfeit notes and pushed the easy button.
Originally posted by coquette225. Syl noted that the bills were bogus, pulled out his glock emptied the nine shot clip into Fritz, spat and dialed up Sheila.
224. No one on planet earth would have believed such a preposterous notion. Could it be more idiotic? Well, of course, no one except the millions of daily consumers that ordered their business office supplies from Staples each day. Yes, of course, it was that "easy." Fritz handed over the counterfeit notes and pushed the easy button.
229. Oh, yeah, the mainframe, through Syl. Yeah, the house is very nicely constructed. I remember working on it, along with moose, when we poured the foundation. Yeah, they can forget about ever finding Jimmy H so long as that foundation holds up, he says to himself and smiles. So, Fritz ain't really dead. That ain't so bad then, right?