Wren comes in, slamming the door behind him. He sighs and takes off his coat, putting his pistol in the pocket of it. He throws it on the rack and dials a number on his phone. He puts it to his ear Whats good, Newt? Yeah. I'm fine. Get the group ready for phase 2. He hangs up and plops down on the couch beside you Have you gotten ANY sleep last night sunshine? You look like a dog shit on top of another dog's shit. And that's me putting it nicely
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