Participants: @felicia @Tapi
Duration: 24 mins
Activity: Roleplay (Snitch Interrogation))
Date: 06.02.2025
A Man’s Gotta Do What a Man’s Gotta Do
Ain’t nothin’ worse than the feds knockin’ on your door. Few days back, some FBI suit put me in cuffs, sayin’ I’d been ratted out. That don’t sit right with me. So I started diggin’.
Didn’t take long ‘fore all roads led to Tapi—ALT’s golden boy. Last time I saw him, he was rollin’ back into town after a haul. That meant he was sittin’ pretty at ALT’s depot. Figured I’d pay him a visit.
Pulled my rig up, stepped out like I owned the place, and found him leanin’ against a stack of crates, lookin’ smug.
"Tapi, my man. We gotta talk."
Told him about the feds sniffin’ around, but he started dancin’ around the question, talkin’ nonsense about my company, actin’ like ALT’s the second comin’ of Christ. That’s when I knew.
I played it cool. "Hold up, lemme grab a smoke." Walked back to my truck, opened the torpedo box, and grabbed my Deagle instead.
Came back, steel in hand.
"Cut the crap. Who snitched?"
He hesitated. "Not one of ours."
Wrong answer.
I put one in his leg. He hit the dirt, yellin’. "Try again," I barked.
Still wouldn’t talk. I sighed, slid my piece back in my belt and reached down to pull him up—
Boom.
He had a shotgun. Pointed it square at my chest.
"Walk away" he growled.
Now, I ain’t one to argue with a loaded shotgun. I grinned, hands up. "Alright, Tapi. You got me this time. But don’t think for one damn second this is over."
I climbed back in my truck, fired up the engine, and rolled out.
This ain’t over. Not by a long shot.
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