Radiation admin Posts : 4024 Intelligence was not working, not with me, not with the world. So it was time to try the other thing...  |
Posted 26/02/2008 08:09:04 PM | | Its a very simple place. Its name suits it. The building is white and sits just off one of the main throughways of town. It seems to always have vacancy and always have at least a half dozen cars in the parkinglot. The rooms are cheap and underfurnished, but clean. They rent nightly, weekly and on a mpre semi permanant basis if thats your thing. The office is cramped and smelly, Benny Common, the owner can be found behind his desk, usually smoking a cheap cigar and eating something greasy at pretty much any hour of the day or night.
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Benny's Descrïption---------
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I am the guy. Not that guy, but the guy who knows that guy, and knows who will pay that guy to kill that other guy. That’s why it’s good to know I’m that guy. I’m also a fat guy. I have a tremendous gut and a flabby, stubbly face. I usually wear the track suits that no one who actually exercises wears, with shiny white sneakers. I wear a few gold chains around my thick neck and always have a pair of sunglasses yellow tinted sunglasses atop my balding head.
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What those who would know, know.
1) Benny is connected. If your a killer for hire he either knows you, or you want to know him.
2) Benny also runs a minor prostitution ring out of his motel. all you have to do is ask where the pool is and he will set you up, usually with some meth head or runaway. but this aint no brothel... oh and there is no pool. Your lucky to get a tv and air conditioning.
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