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Harvey    69

*A voice suddenly booms over the radio, speaking with urgency.*

I will admit Cowboy, I had never thought you could surprise me.

But I never imagined that you, of all people, would be such a punk bitch, that you would call in other men fight your battles.

Till next time, you wannabe cuck.

*The voice turns to static.*

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Squillium    323

*Leon, upset over the clusterfuck that happened in Novi, grabs his radio out of this bag and presses the PTT*

We were protecting somebody and you all decided to start problems, some "doctors". Next time how about you don't cut and run and we'll see what happens.

*He puts his radio away as he makes his way back to the clubhouse*

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Harvey    69

*A familiar voice becomes clear over the radio.*

Rather hilarious that you want to talk about starting problems.

Such a grand group of men, beating their wives, and injecting heroine into helpless women.

Honestly, kill yourselves.

*The transmission cuts short.*

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GrimTheGreat    15

*Walker listens in patiently and slowly presses the PTT on his new radio*

Listen bud, I wasn't involved but I can say this. If you really are mad about Cowboy's friends standing up for him then go on and get you some of the same type, real friends. I don't personally know Cowboy all too well but I will always back up a Texan before I back up some commie. Maybe there comes a day where I dislike him, but that day ain't t'day. God bless America, and fuck you commie.

 *Walker releases the PTT button and places down the radio*

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*a rough voice comes over the radio*

Hmm perhaps you should back a Texan that don't beat women...*static*

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Rose    143

Rose listens on the radio and frowns deeply before picking it up and pressing the PTT to speak her voice soft so she didnt wake Ender.

"I'm sorry WHAT?

What the fuck has Cowboy done now? beating women and injecting heroin into people?

Someone care to fill me in please? either on this frequency or on a private one?"

She releases the PTT and sets her radio down before pulling out her notebook and crossing out another name and jotting a small note next to it.

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* Shane shakes his head in disappointment as he reaches for his radio, sighing he holds down the PTT *

End of the world and people still do this shit? If this is a form of entertainment for ANYONE let alone this Cowboy person, then you really should remove yourself from this earth ... whats left of it, that is.

* Static overtakes the frequency as he gets ready to deliver the next one *

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JimRP    154

Rose listens on the radio and frowns deeply before picking it up and pressing the PTT to speak her voice soft so she didnt wake Ender.

"I'm sorry WHAT?

What the fuck has Cowboy done now? beating women and injecting heroin into people?

Someone care to fill me in please? either on this frequency or on a private one?"

She releases the PTT and sets her radio down before pulling out her notebook and crossing out another name and jotting a small note next to it.

*Dimitri presses his PTT, sighing.*

"My name is Dr Dimitri, I delivered his wife's children. Both of the kids died shortly after birth due to previous abuse on his wife by him and his buddy Snake. His wife was full of bruises, they tried to take her from me but I knocked both of 'em out. After that they threatened blowing up the entire clinic up with a grenade and they took her and I haven't seen her ever since. They put a poor fella they didn't even know in a coma. They request us to treat them first or else they'll kill everyone at the camp. They don't know what they're getting themselves into."

*Dimitri stops the transmission.*

*Dimitri inhales from his joint, exhaling into the air quickly, playing around with the joint in his hand, looking around the camp nervously since he's the only one awake.*

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Mercy    505

Hope replies in a still shaky voice, her mind always fixing back onto heroine. Her eyes swarmed with tears as she looks at the needle mark in her arm, bruised and sore. Her heart pounded in a racing way as she listens to everyone. She decided to hold her radio in her hands for a few minutes. The tears voluntarily streaming down her heavily bruised face. She felt like she had nothing else left to lose, she felt like she had lost everything she had promised not to do...

"This is... This is Doctor Hope... Pisces."

Something wasn't right in the way she was saying things, almost like she didn't want to but she didn't want to keep hiding matters.

"They had.... found me in my clinic... S-Sorry... By the well of the pub a-at Camp H-Hope..."

She pauses, her breath shaking as she held her stomach.

"Th-they finally held me u-up and interogatted m-me about W-Wave Carson... I do n-not know where he h-as been and I b-barely know him..."

She sounded pretty fucked up in all honesty.

"They al-so did what th-ey did because I 'ratted' as reports of my best friend Dr. Xela Valentina had been ab-used on multiple occassions... I told the U-U.N... I didn't want her to suffer... She's su-ch a loving person..."

There is shuffling of her, wiping her bruised and cut face. A hiss in pain seaps from her dry lips.

"D-Due to this they t-tried cutting me... I managed to shove and straddle before be-eating the prospects face... th-ey kicked me b-back and..."

She inhales a deep breath, trying to calm herself down..

"They tied me until I felt like my rib cage would pop out of my chest and dragged me outside... tied my feet and arms to a pillar before stabbing me in the... shoulder and beating my face with..."

An upset inhale and exhale.

"Tire iron..."

Shs pauses for a moment...

"They demandfully asked as they began cooking heroine in front of me if they can come in Camp Hope whenever they want and... have free health whenever they want... I agreed so they would stop cooking up the heroine..."

She almost slumps down into a drop, her body going weak. Her voice slowly breaking.

"My parents... real... parents over dosed on heroine... and Cowboy knew this..."

Her voice breaks even further.

"I begged.... Pleaded... but they injected me with heroine to teach me a... lesson... But also because he knew my past... He abused the trust I had for him in the day... I went into... I don't know... Everything fade so quickly... all I remember is... waking up... drugs by my side and planted in my... backpack..."

Hope begans taring down into tears, a mutter heard on the transmission. It sounded so hateful and full of spite.

"It's all my fucking fault..."

Before the transmission ended...

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JimRP    154

Hope replies in a still shaky voice, her mind always fixing back onto heroine. Her eyes swarmed with tears as she looks at the needle mark in her arm, bruised and sore. Her heart pounded in a racing way as she listens to everyone. She decided to hold her radio in her hands for a few minutes. The tears voluntarily streaming down her heavily bruised face. She felt like she had nothing else left to lose, she felt like she had lost everything she had promised not to do...

"This is... This is Doctor Hope... Pisces."

Something wasn't right in the way she was saying things, almost like she didn't want to but she didn't want to keep hiding matters.

"They had.... found me in my clinic... S-Sorry... By the well of the pub a-at Camp H-Hope..."

She pauses, her breath shaking as she held her stomach.

"Th-they finally held me u-up and interogatted m-me about W-Wave Carson... I do n-not know where he h-as been and I b-barely know him..."

She sounded pretty fucked up in all honesty.

"They al-so did what th-ey did because I 'ratted' as reports of my best friend Dr. Xela Valentina had been ab-used on multiple occassions... I told the U-U.N... I didn't want her to suffer... She's su-ch a loving person..."

There is shuffling of her, wiping her bruised and cut face. A hiss in pain seaps from her dry lips.

"D-Due to this they t-tried cutting me... I managed to shove and straddle before be-eating the prospects face... th-ey kicked me b-back and..."

She inhales a deep breath, trying to calm herself down..

"They tied me until I felt like my rib cage would pop out of my chest and dragged me outside... tied my feet and arms to a pillar before stabbing me in the... shoulder and beating my face with..."

An upset inhale and exhale.

"Tire iron..."

Shs pauses for a moment...

"They demandfully asked as they began cooking heroine in front of me if they can come in Camp Hope whenever they want and... have free health whenever they want... I agreed so they would stop cooking up the heroine..."

She almost slumps down into a drop, her body going weak. Her voice slowly breaking.

"My parents... real... parents over dosed on heroine... and Cowboy knew this..."

Her voice breaks even further.

"I begged.... Pleaded... but they injected me with heroine to teach me a... lesson... But also because he knew my past... He abused the trust I had for him in the day... I went into... I don't know... Everything fade so quickly... all I remember is... waking up... drugs by my side and planted in my... backpack..."

Hope begans taring down into tears, a mutter heard on the transmission. It sounded so hateful and full of spite.

"It's all my fucking fault..."

Before the transmission ended...

*Dimitri presses his PTT.*

"Hope, where the fuck are you? Tell me now."

*Dimitri stops the transmission.*

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Mercy    505

She stops slowly in her tracks, the tears still down her face. Her voice now almost monotone, not realising where she was as she spoke on the transmission.

"I-I don't know... I just kept walking and walking and walking... Until my legs gave up..."

She begans to intelligently ponder the area trying to figure where she was at.

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*a random voice comes onto the radio*

Don't pick battles you can't finish.. cuck.

*releases PTT*

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Joules    233

*Tucker listens to the conversation and his general melancholic attitude abruptly shifts to one of pure rage. He slams down the PTT and screams.*

"You did FUCKING WHAT?! ABUSED YOUR WIFE!? What in the ever loving FUCK is wrong with you! AND it caused the death of your children!? What kind of fucked up are you! You see, I've done some very fucked things don't get me wrong. Oh like the time I took a machete, got it glowing red hot, and pressed it against some bitches face to teach her a lesson. Or maybe the time that we forced an alcoholic to start drinking again... but NEVER would I EVER touch my wife in any way like that. I would give anything to have her and my unborn child back... Good job showing your true colors asshole. I honestly think this is the most fucked thing you've probably ever done and had gone public.

*Tucker releases the PTT and throws it at his bed, landing it on his blanket.*

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*Ezra rolls his eyes and presses down on the PTT button.*

"This is Ezra Mitchell of the Rough Rider's Motorcycle Club. Now, I'm going to go ahead and apologize for any misunderstandings caused by the rather gauche assertions put forth by Dr. Hope and her associates. The Rough Riders Motorcycle Club, though rambunctious at times,  are motorized sport enthusiasts brought together by a common bond. We are not thugs, we are not sociopaths, we're just like you...."

"That being said I feel I must clarify some situations to prevent us from being mislabeled by someone, who frankly, probably has a borderline personality disorder and needs to, herself, be medicated and given proper treatment. In the case of Xela, she had suffered a sort of psychotic break, and stabbed herself in the stomach -- and admittedly it took a fair amount of effort to prevent her from thrashing about and causing further damage to the twin children. When the time came to deliver the children, L.I.F.E.'s specialists and doctors were unable to successfully deliver the children; Uhh, one was stillborn, and the other...infected, and then tried to place the entirety of the blame on Cowboy. After the delivery Cowboy was willing to sacrifice his matrimonial joy and companionship to Xela, and told her she no longer needed to stay with him if she felt he was too horrible to withstand....and then she shot herself in the face immediately afterwards. L.I.F.E.'s specialists were nowhere in sight and the Rough Riders MC were able to nurse Xela back to health and she and Cowboy are still happily wed."

*Ezra takes a deep breath.*

"I am very sorry to hear of Dr. Hope's drug dependency, I suppose it might be a matter of genetics, but I guess I wouldn't understand that. In her drug fueled rage she became rather agitated with a shopkeeper, that ended in a blood bath. We can only give our best wishes in her recovery, but the Rough Riders Motorcycle Club cannot abide L.I.F.E.'s numerous incompetentcies and problems being pinned on us simply because we do not have the letters "D" and "R" before our names. I am very sorry for this misunderstanding."

*Ezra releases the PTT button.*

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*Cowboy grins lightly at the accusations, calmly pressing down on his PTT*

"Well this is quite the show eh?  Trust me these accusations are obviously things your pulling outta your ass, all I can say is when you come and threaten a client of ours, we fight back, and we have friends to fight with us, take care now."

*Cowboy puts the radio down before going back to making fun of the Prospect in the Clubhouse.*

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Zombru    25

He would speak clearly into the radio in a harsher tone.

So...Pisces has a drug dependency after taking... what was it, heroin? I shouldn't say 'taking' either, she was forced. If you think being forced into doing something for the first time is a 'dependency' then you should probably invest your time into finding a dictionary.

And to address the situation with Xela. She had stabbed herself in the stomach with a screwdriver, yes. She did not damage the children in doing so and she was doing it to survive from what I could tell. Do you understand how hard it is to find food for one person? Then try feeding three while trying not to be beaten and killed.

I suppose she was still beaten by her own husband and his goons, but that's besides the point.

I'm sure she thought it would be better for her to survive rather than starving to death with her two children, no? She was forced to make this difficult decision because her husband wasn't there to support and help her through the struggles...

He would pause for a few seconds speaking in a calmer voice.

But I suppose you're not man enough to own up to your mistakes. Instead you choose to slander our name, beat your wife, and attack one of my best friends. Mr. Mitchel, I thought you were a good man at one point, but obviously I'm mistaken.

Next time, Cowboy, instead of trying to slander our name, keep yours clean.

He would turn down the volume on his radio and check to see if Pisces is doing OK.

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*Ezra presses down the PTT once more*

"I can only assume dependency based on the behavior displayed. Again, I'm very sorry the stresses of this new world have forced her into the insidious moral decline of hard drug use. Our club back in Mississippi took quite a few strung out youngsters, got them clean, and trained them in a new trade. Dr. Hope already has her trade, but we'll be glad to help her learn how to lead a clean and sober life. I still carry my Narcotics Anonymous chip with me."

*The transmission ends*

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Slinkaaay    2

*Tommy's eyes begin to glaze over as the morphine kicks in, he holds the radio with his unbandaged arm and key the mic. (In a thick New York Italian Accent)*

"Cowboy I appreciate you looking out for my business, but what the fuck happened?"

"A bunch of people show up, you hole up in da fuckin police station, next thing I know you got this broad with ya. You know I ask what's goin on, she interrupts  and she starts running her fuckin mouth so I gave her a little back hand, a little act right, forget about it.  Now I thought she might know betta cause her face is already a bit of mess, but hey, hind sight and some shit"

"Maybe I used a little bit too much....... feet per second when I checked her, I didn't mean for the broad to stumble backwards and hit the trigger, and in the fuckin process take a piece of my bicep with her. Fuck I think its still stuck to the ceiling upstairs" 

"Now I find out this is the  The FUCKIN Hope Doctor, I expect a her to be caring a fuckin stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff or some shit, not a fuckin Rambo gun."  Now I'm hearing this shit on the radio shes beat with a tire iron and drugged up, what's yous gotten me mixed up with.  I'm trying to run a business over ear."  How am I gonna trade medical supplies and shit with someone who very well thinks I was directly involved here."

"Now no disrespect to the Rough Riders, but could you at least let these fuckas, ya know, I got no beef with them.  I mean they burned down my fuckin shop for Christ sake!"

*Tommy's released the mic, and checks his wounds.  Keys the mic once more.*

"Hey there Doctor machine gun Kelly, I'm sorry things got outta hand, if its not too much to ask maybe yous could take a look at this golf ball fuckin hole in my muscle."  "Im starting to get a fever over here. No hard feelings right" 

*Tommy's released the mic and set the radio down and inadvertently keys it for a brief minute. Most of the muttering can not be made out except.*

" .....(Inaudible)..............draggin me into this shit, I'm the one with the fuckin wits here and with this Victo.......

*Static*

 

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Pinkerton    40

Snake halts the loading of magazines and takes his radio from his belt and begins to speak in a calm sense.

Tommy, I'm Snake, I'm a part of the Rough Riders that were there protectin' you last night.

I'd personally like to apologize 'n take full blame for any harm that may have came to you or your business.

We don't know what drove the miss to do these things besides the drug usage we've noticed.

Though she did kick this all off first, I will still take the blame for any harm that came to you or your operations.

I hope we can continue to work together with you and continue to keep you out of harms way.

Sincerely, the Rough Riders M.C.

Snake releases the PTT an clips the radio back to his belt, he continues to take inventory of the groups supplies and rack munitions.

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Zombru    25

He would stop and lean against a tree, calmly speaking into the radio.

If you wish to continue with your lies and personal attacks on my friends, just know that you're only digging a deeper hole for yourselves, and honestly the man who has elected himself to be the spokes person of your little biker gang isn't very good at fabricating lies anyways. I wouldn't believe the garbage he spews and don't think anyone else would.

But as I said earlier, if neither you nor your men are actually man enough to admit to what you did, I don't care. It doesn't hurt us in any meaningful way.

You may continue the slander and attacks on my friends and myself, I don't give a single fuck. But I honestly don't think they'll get you into any better of a position that you've gotten yourself into right now.

You may hear a few twigs snapping as  he continued his walk through the woods.

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*Ezra's voice emits from the radio one more time*

"Aw shucks, guy. Bless your heart"

*An acute ear could hear the abrupt upstart of a roar of laughter before Ezra's release of the PTT button.*

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Mercy    505

Hope takes her new radio after remembering Izaak letting her go before Cowboy could get to her again. She wasn't even going to mention Izaak's men, finding a new light in them slowly. She sounds slightly pissed off.

"A high dependent drug user who was forced one syringe of heroine by guys who wanted to get their point across but lie about it. You're like children, one pushes another and hurts them. As soon as they start crying about it, you panic and lie to not get your asses into shit. Dig yourself a bigger fucking hole, I dare you. If anyone knows, and I'm sure they do. Even when I am injured severely, I refuse the aid of drugs (which help my system) in case of my patients needing them more. Why the fuck would I even think right now and then to start doing heroine? What sense does that even make? You guys are the worst liars on this planet. Seriously, even if you had to tell the truth to save your life you'd probably lie."

She pauses for a moment. Her voice becoming harsher and defensive.

"You do not deserve Xela, Cowboy. You do not even deserve one single bit of happiness you selfish little shit. You tried getting Rose killed by marrying Joffrey and many others for your pathetic excuse of existence. You injected that fucking drug into me not only to get me hooked so I could be a 'client' as you stated but because of my past you sick piece of shit! You act like the world's hardest men, using those guys as your little meat shields until shit stirs and you cower on the radio like the liars you all are. Cowboy, you do not deserve that women. A definition close to perfect. You ruined her. You ruined something so pure. She was a bright, comedic women. Now she cowers in the corner thinking all she has is you, you mind controlling idiot."

Hope inhales quickly. Her teeth gritting together.

"You're a fucking joke to existence. Kill yourself. I'd find you rope but you're not worth my time. Do us all a fucking favour and jump off a bridge."

She places her radio down, pacing back and fourth with her right cheek flushed in anger. Her left cheek didn't seem flushed due to the gashed cut on her left cheek and the heavy burgundy bruising.

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King    101

*Cowboy grins lightly at the accusations, calmly pressing down on his PTT*

"Well this is quite the show eh?  Trust me these accusations are obviously things your pulling outta your ass, all I can say is when you come and threaten a client of ours, we fight back, and we have friends to fight with us, take care now."

*Cowboy puts the radio down before going back to making fun of the Prospect in the Clubhouse.*

*After barely making back to camp hope, Richard makes his way to his loghouse still shaking from the beatings given by Cowboy the night before. He slumps in his chair and starts to stitch up the bloody kick-mark on his forehead. As he does so, he catches Hope in the corner of his eye through the windows, staring blankly into a mirror, dead to the world. With a new air of confidence, he finds his backup radio, an old thing from the late 1940's, so rusted it couldn't be told whether the radio was American or Russian. He clicks his PTT, knowing that the louder he spoke the more muffled the sound could be.*

You see, a long time ago I used to deal with men like you Cowboy. Thinking they can screw and manipulate women how they pleased, beating and hurting them if they did even the slightest thing that they didn't like. I would then be there, to help them pray for a better future. These idealistic worlds obviously never came to life, and they would die, one by one, brutalised by the one person they cared for the most. Then, to put a cherry on the fucking cake, they would lie to the police and blame it on everything but themselves. But there was one thing very clear to me every time a woman died. A man who beats, even rapes their wife is a man who will never EVER have kids of their own. You see the occasional few get caught, but never for everything. In a world like this though, you seem to think you can do whatever the fuck you want.

I watched Xela give birth, you coming in probably drunk or high or something, when you found your children both dead and infected, you didn't look surprised at all. You knew what you did and everybody else in that tiny little overcrowded clinic could all sense it. You had killed both those babies and the fact that you hadn't admitted it by now just shows who you really are. *the plain english accent starts to give way to a much more aggressive baritone taking a breath as he does so.* Now lets be honest here. Because somebody fucking has to be. You are just a little man who thinks he can get away with beating women by putting up a half arsed lie and making his little group of hairy assholes support his little case. You spacks will never mean anything to anyone other than the little cocks who licked out cowboys arsehole as he campaigned his way through his own little insignificant problems. I am *static* your lives *static* y one......

*more is said as the voice gets louder but as it does it starts to become harder to hear what is said. You hear the occasional 'fucking..' or 'murderers..' if you listen closely, but most of what is said is garbled. As richard realises this, the static suddenly becomes quieter as if the voice has stopped, and after a few minutes you hear a much clearer transmission.*

When you eventually kill Xela, or she kills herself from having to be anywhere near your deformed little half-inch dick, your gonna be empty and beaten down and that is when I am going to come for you. I will come Hard and fast and I am going to knock your arse out and make you feel all the pain that she felt and double it. After I am truly done with you, I am going to make you deepthroat the end of my pistol suppressor and I am going to blast your brains out. Nothing of value being lost of course.

*he stares back at hope, now asleep at her small rotting desk*

You might ask why I even care, but after drugging miss hope and beating her face open with a fucking tire iron, I'm going to make your little shitty gang of idiots pay for everything you've done to us.

come find me motherfucker. 

Richard Harissa out.

*the PTT cuts out, and Richard starts to think about what he said. After a few minutes of contemplation, he gets up and checks that Hope hadn't stopped breathing and then heads back to his own cabin, crashing on his bed.*

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*Static, and Ezra's replies*

"We at the Rough Rider's Motorcycle Club sincerely hope that the good doctor and her associates can over come their ailments and live 'clean and serene', because such vast medical acumen should not go to waist. Clearly, L.I.F.E. is an organization that strives to deliver excellent medical services, and should not sully their reputation with Satan's own recreation: hard drugs. The men working for Doctor Hope, in my personal experience, have displayed nothing but true virtue and valor in this bleak, bleak world -- though I do pray all of you in Ithaca have your affairs in order when ol' Odysseus comes home."

"Kids, if you're out there listening, please listen: Prolonged use of drugs can cause numerous health problems and even severely impair your judgement. So if you, or anyone you know, is struggling with the use of drugs, please, come find the Rough Riders Motorcycle club..."

"We'll be glad to help"

*The transmission ends*

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