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...When the doorbell rings at fucking 2:45 in the morning. BADASS.
I was minding my own business while listening to the screams and cries of the undead being purged by automatic gunfire with my headphones on, so even if I heard the doorbell, I would have ignored it anyway. Then my Mother comes bursting into my room, I can't hear her at first but all I get was 'Cop at - front door'
Oh fucking SUITE.
So I go downstairs and there is the officer. This is about how the following conversation went.
Officer: 'Phil?'
'Yes?'
-'Is the plating yours?'
'...wut?'
-'The plating...'
'The Plating?'
-'The plating Company'
'Superior Plating?'
-'Is the plating company yours?'
'No...'
-'Do you work on Lacey Place?'
'Yeah, I work across the street in the Ruger Building.'
-'What about Superior Plating?'
'I've never worked there.'
-'You are Phil Larocca...right?'
'Yes, yes I am.'
-'I was just told to come here and tell you to go down to Superior Plating'
'why?'
-'The building is on fire and you are a listed contact'
'For superior plating? I don't work there.'
-'I was just told to tell you to go down there and talk to the fire chief.'
'Uhm....OK...I'll go right now.'
So I take myself away from saving the planet from an apocalypse and I put some pants on and go down to Southport and talk to the fire chief.
He practically laughed at me.
'The Ruger building is fine, no fire damage, you guys are all set.'
Oh. Sweet. Well, right as I was leaving the Hazmat guys were gearing up, so the fire at SUPERIOR PLATING must have been pretty damn big, but then again, some of the chemicals in that building probably aren't suppose to be on fire.
My Boss is going to get a fucking earful tomorrow.
I was minding my own business while listening to the screams and cries of the undead being purged by automatic gunfire with my headphones on, so even if I heard the doorbell, I would have ignored it anyway. Then my Mother comes bursting into my room, I can't hear her at first but all I get was 'Cop at - front door'
Oh fucking SUITE.
So I go downstairs and there is the officer. This is about how the following conversation went.
Officer: 'Phil?'
'Yes?'
-'Is the plating yours?'
'...wut?'
-'The plating...'
'The Plating?'
-'The plating Company'
'Superior Plating?'
-'Is the plating company yours?'
'No...'
-'Do you work on Lacey Place?'
'Yeah, I work across the street in the Ruger Building.'
-'What about Superior Plating?'
'I've never worked there.'
-'You are Phil Larocca...right?'
'Yes, yes I am.'
-'I was just told to come here and tell you to go down to Superior Plating'
'why?'
-'The building is on fire and you are a listed contact'
'For superior plating? I don't work there.'
-'I was just told to tell you to go down there and talk to the fire chief.'
'Uhm....OK...I'll go right now.'
So I take myself away from saving the planet from an apocalypse and I put some pants on and go down to Southport and talk to the fire chief.
He practically laughed at me.
'The Ruger building is fine, no fire damage, you guys are all set.'
Oh. Sweet. Well, right as I was leaving the Hazmat guys were gearing up, so the fire at SUPERIOR PLATING must have been pretty damn big, but then again, some of the chemicals in that building probably aren't suppose to be on fire.
My Boss is going to get a fucking earful tomorrow.
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