As he cut away at the shrink wrap on the pallet his eyes did a quick scan of the labels. From what he could see in the few seconds of scanning is that they at least have them in reverse order. Meaning which most of the boxes that were the oldest were on the top and the newer stuff at the bottom. That is something that he would have done, sent the information starting at the beginning. He noticed that there was one box that didn't match, it was an apple box instead of a document one and had some newspapers taped over the top. He set that one aside for it had no date and whipping the pallet jack around he wheeled them into the corner. He began from there as he went to work organizing the boxes by dates he could see. A real excitement went through him, this was like a treasure map and he realized he hadn't felt like this for a long time.
The guys had known each other since they served together. They were not some kind of tough guy mercenaries or anything, but they had not had to work at a normal job for over twenty years. "Snaggles? Really?" Jimmy said to George as the older gentleman walked up to look at the 64' Mustang that had just come in by flatbed a few days earlier. On this side of things there are a few more folks and George wouldn't have noticed everything. This would be one that caught his eye though if he hadn't been busy with Miss Lori.
He had some pepper pots and Jimmy added a few of his, they didn't need to check their weapons or flash them about because they knew what they had. More bear will be coming in after those shrieks, maybe looking for an injured one, maybe just curious. As they climbed in the truck Jimmy just asked again if they could just shoot the damn thing and be done. George looked over at him with that shut your face look that was a little unsettling to Jimmy even after all of these years.
She looked on at the younger woman, a glow of youth that she had lost long ago washed over her face. She handed her the Apple Brandy that she makes from the few trees that are still clear of the forests creep. "So what have you decided?" Berta asked Lori, as the younger one took a very dainty sip from the minute glass, pinky finger extended even. Berta was a little curt with her words, she had waited for this answer since she first saw Lori's car down by the cabin. Lori was still a million miles away in her head and wasn't really the clearest of minds yet from her day, who would be? "I have a little place above the workshop that you could stay in overnight, and we will see if the cabin is free by then?" Lori thought about her things in the cabin and dismissed them as really not important in this kind of situation. She had her bag with most of her important things on it. "I... I guess that would be fine if it doesn't put you out?" Berta tried to hide the change in her face, almost a disappointment as she cheerily said "Not a problem at all dear, not at all."
Berta sat in a high back chair that she had cleared some papers off of. She was never very good at this getting to know folks thing. She started off with asking about their mutual connections, the Hudson's and Mike in particular. Lori filled her in on her side of things, saying that it just wasn't right for some reason? Mike was so right, and at the same time it felt life she was with a brother more than a boyfriend or fiance most of the time. When he met Lynne and she saw that part that their lives had always missed she knew she was right. She was in her career mode anyways and couldn't think about settling down with someone back then. That dis remind Berta that she had read some of her work, that this woman was a dynamo and that she loved her writing style. "I saw that piece you did for Forbes and I was impressed" Berta piped in. That brought Lori back to why she was here to begin with, and she just then noticed that she was not looking for a screen anywhere to tell her friends what had happened.
The first one was marked 67' and it smelled as if it had gotten wet a few times. After the sand pits of the Middle East he was notoriously aware of smells and anything else that could effect his breathing. He wasn't sure but he inhaled some stuff over there that may cause problems later on. It was that OCD, Oscar Madison behavior that drove his wife nuts too. Flipping the top off with a spin he looked down into the few folders that were there. It appeared that one Attorney handled this back then before they were bought up by Fenwick and West. An attorney with a private practice at that time named Douglas Moreno, it looks like Mr. Newman put him on the map, and as he piled up the stacks from each year he soon could see a definite pattern. For each year the piles grew a little by little unless there were peak years where activities in his affairs blew up so to speak.
On February 27th 2013 Pope Benedict XVI presents his farewell address to Vatican City. The throngs of believers and witnesses to this historic event were world wide. There were vendors selling religious themed items among various other things. As one of them tried to sell his wares to a large man watching the balcony above a diminutive figure watched from behind him. Her eyes watering and in her heart a worrying personal trouble. Unlike this Pope before her, her time will not be marked immortal and it will not be filled with long term plans.
The guys had known each other since they served together. They were not some kind of tough guy mercenaries or anything, but they had not had to work at a normal job for over twenty years. "Snaggles? Really?" Jimmy said to George as the older gentleman walked up to look at the 64' Mustang that had just come in by flatbed a few days earlier. On this side of things there are a few more folks and George wouldn't have noticed everything. This would be one that caught his eye though if he hadn't been busy with Miss Lori.
He had some pepper pots and Jimmy added a few of his, they didn't need to check their weapons or flash them about because they knew what they had. More bear will be coming in after those shrieks, maybe looking for an injured one, maybe just curious. As they climbed in the truck Jimmy just asked again if they could just shoot the damn thing and be done. George looked over at him with that shut your face look that was a little unsettling to Jimmy even after all of these years.
She looked on at the younger woman, a glow of youth that she had lost long ago washed over her face. She handed her the Apple Brandy that she makes from the few trees that are still clear of the forests creep. "So what have you decided?" Berta asked Lori, as the younger one took a very dainty sip from the minute glass, pinky finger extended even. Berta was a little curt with her words, she had waited for this answer since she first saw Lori's car down by the cabin. Lori was still a million miles away in her head and wasn't really the clearest of minds yet from her day, who would be? "I have a little place above the workshop that you could stay in overnight, and we will see if the cabin is free by then?" Lori thought about her things in the cabin and dismissed them as really not important in this kind of situation. She had her bag with most of her important things on it. "I... I guess that would be fine if it doesn't put you out?" Berta tried to hide the change in her face, almost a disappointment as she cheerily said "Not a problem at all dear, not at all."
Berta sat in a high back chair that she had cleared some papers off of. She was never very good at this getting to know folks thing. She started off with asking about their mutual connections, the Hudson's and Mike in particular. Lori filled her in on her side of things, saying that it just wasn't right for some reason? Mike was so right, and at the same time it felt life she was with a brother more than a boyfriend or fiance most of the time. When he met Lynne and she saw that part that their lives had always missed she knew she was right. She was in her career mode anyways and couldn't think about settling down with someone back then. That dis remind Berta that she had read some of her work, that this woman was a dynamo and that she loved her writing style. "I saw that piece you did for Forbes and I was impressed" Berta piped in. That brought Lori back to why she was here to begin with, and she just then noticed that she was not looking for a screen anywhere to tell her friends what had happened.
The first one was marked 67' and it smelled as if it had gotten wet a few times. After the sand pits of the Middle East he was notoriously aware of smells and anything else that could effect his breathing. He wasn't sure but he inhaled some stuff over there that may cause problems later on. It was that OCD, Oscar Madison behavior that drove his wife nuts too. Flipping the top off with a spin he looked down into the few folders that were there. It appeared that one Attorney handled this back then before they were bought up by Fenwick and West. An attorney with a private practice at that time named Douglas Moreno, it looks like Mr. Newman put him on the map, and as he piled up the stacks from each year he soon could see a definite pattern. For each year the piles grew a little by little unless there were peak years where activities in his affairs blew up so to speak.
On February 27th 2013 Pope Benedict XVI presents his farewell address to Vatican City. The throngs of believers and witnesses to this historic event were world wide. There were vendors selling religious themed items among various other things. As one of them tried to sell his wares to a large man watching the balcony above a diminutive figure watched from behind him. Her eyes watering and in her heart a worrying personal trouble. Unlike this Pope before her, her time will not be marked immortal and it will not be filled with long term plans.
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