Two Minute Warning: Part I, Cont'd...
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DD: Hello? Hello! Dammit! Besty! What the hell is wrong with this cackelberry phone you got me!
Betsy: Oh! It's just a text message. See? From Blooze.
DD: Blooze! When did that ole cuss learn to text?
"Hey, Dirt. Hope you got your jogging sneakers on. This one's gonna keep you runnin'. You won't find out the next track until you post your time at the one currently assigned. Hehehe"
DD: Well, now that's going to be a pain in the...."Da dadda DA...Da dadda DA...Da Dadda DA..." Now what? "BEEEEEP"
Trixie: Here, give me that thing.
Drift: Hey, Trix? It's Drift. What's going on with this challenge? And when did Blooze start texting?
Trixie: Not sure, Drift. We just got the message, too. We figured out the short list of possible tracks. That's about it.
Drift: We don't have the funds for all this globe-trotting. Better be worth it.
At that moment two rather large men in pin-striped suits walked into the shop...
Bert: Help you guys?
Fat Louie: Yeah. We're here to see this guy DirtDriver. Where is he?
Betsty: Uh, what do you want with Dirt?
Fat Louie is startled and puts his hand inside his coat pocket...
Fat Louie: GEEEZ! You almost caused an unfortunate incident, Miss. My business with Dirt is personal. Now. Where is he.
DD: (Walking to the front of the shop) I'm right here, Fat Louie. Whadya want? You got no business coming into my place like this.
Fat Louie: The Boss has another job for you.
DD: I'm through doing business with your boss. Now, get out of here.
Fat Louie: That's not the way the Boss sees it. Boss says you still owe. So, you'll take this job.
DD: Don't have the time even if I wanted to.
Fat Louie: Yeah, that Muscle, Inc. thing, right. The Boss understands that. Boss's giving you ten days and then we'll be back to discuss the job. You better be here. Hate to see anything happen to this pretty little operation you got going here while you were gone.
DD: Alright. Ten days, but this is the last time.