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| Gray Matter | Started by: WalterWhite on Sep 19, '26 07:11 |
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Twenty-four hours. Walter came out the other side with dried blood down one side of his face and a jacket full of holes that had missed, having dodged more bullets from the FBN than he cared to count. He was still standing in the grey light of the morning after when the call came. Norella had heard the news before the coffee shop glass had even been swept up. The Godmother of Brooklyn didn't waste words. Set up your own crew, under me in Brooklyn. Walter had spent long enough around this thing of ours to see the rot in it. Too many men had reached the status of made without ever risking a thing for it, buttoned into good suits, surrounded by bodyguards, collecting a badge of honour they had never earned. He wanted the playing field levelled. If the rank meant something, it should cost something. So he made the announcement plain to anyone looking to join his family…. reach wise guy and before you go any further you run the gulag. Twenty-four hours, same as he had. Then he picked up the phone to Saul and told him to get the lawyers drafting the paperwork for a new company. Saul asked what it was going to be called. Walter thought about it for a second and decided he liked the sound of Gray Matter. |
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