Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190405061109/@comment-26173711-20190409202618

"I'm fine." Jacket said.

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Eventually, Dallas and Junko made it onto the pier, where the yacht was docked in a way to allow him to drive on and off the boat. He drove in, and the duo went to one of the lounge rooms. There, he noticed his answering machine had one message. Dallas listened to it, it was from his brother.

"Bro, what the fuck man, I thought you were done with heisting. What the fuck is up with the First World Bank? Soldiers? What the... *sigh* Look, just... call me back when you get this."

The former heister took out his cellphone and called his brother, and surprisingly he answered.

"Dallas? What-" He started to say.

"Hey, listen. I'm in some deep shit here. Did any mysterious person visit you?" Dallas asked.

"Um... Well, there was one. This dude who looked like a stranger asked about you, something about you being a target and a shootout at First World Bank."

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah man, the fuck was that?"

"Listen, pack your shit and come here. We are both in serious danger and we need to be together."

"Dallas, what... What is going on?"

"Just do as I say! Please!"

"...Fine. I'll see you in a bit."

"Thank you. Stay safe."