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A Warm Welcome
Topic Started: Apr 24 2018, 12:58 AM (68 Views)
Baneykinns
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Hes back!
Mr. Bishop and the man from the island walk into the Federal Reserve Bank of Richmond in Baltimore, Maryland. Mr. Bishop looks up and then to the man.

Bishop: Are you sure this is where you left it?

The man appears to look up at the building before shaking his head up and down. He still looks like an unwashed hobo and walks up to a side door. He pushes his thumb against a scanner and the door opens allowing the men in. Inside this hall is walls made of Marble and at the end of this long hallway is a single desk with a elderly man sitting behind it. Behind him is thousands of lockboxes lining the wall. The old man looks up as if he hasnt seen anyone in years. Mr. Bishop and the man stop at the desk as the old man rises to his feet.

Old Man: I havent seen you in ten years. I thought you might have died or something.

Man: It hasnt been long enough William. I was hoping my self imposed exile would have lasted longer.

Old Man: Its ok. Its good to see you. What can I do for you today?

Man: Box number five.

The old man turns almost as white as a ghost. He begins to stammer though his sentence.

Old Man: Bbbbbbox ffffive? Are you sure?

Man: Yes. Box five.

The old man takes the key from around his neck and turns the middle lock box revealing the lockboxes on the wall were just a door leading to five other lockboxes. Four of the lock boxes are empty but the fifth looks like it hasnt been opened in a long time. He pulls an old rusty key from his pocket and turns the key causing the box to pull out. The old man carries it and places it on the desk in front of the two men.

Old Man: Ok here you go sir. Im glad to be rid of it honestly. Now I can retire.

The old man scampers away to his freedom as he looks back on last time and saying something.

Old Man: Bonus Dominus ad vos Bane.

Mr. Bishop looks back at the man as he opens the box with a rusty key he pulls out of his jacket. He opens the box to reveal many weird looking golden coins. The man pockets all the coins except for two and hands them to Mr. Bishop before exiting the room.

Mr. Bishop: Now what?

Man: Now we prepare for war.

The two men exit the building as the scene fades to black.
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