[Sodium_noir] a Company of Wolves

[Alyson Young]

Korben
Bone Gnawer

> A memory slowly surfaces. A memory of the Fianna and thier haulage 
> interests. If he could call in a few favours fromt he Irish Garou in the 
> Industrial district he could probably get it for mates rates.
> Well, Sept rates at least.

Sept rates would probably be good enough.  Driving to the nearest 
working payphone (a cabbie always knows), and dials the number from memory.

"Hey Danny, it's Korben.  Yeah, top o' the mornin' to you too.  Look, 
I'm gonna be living on the Isle of Crabs for a while and need a friendly 
place to leave the cab when I'm there.  You guys still got that haulage 
gig by the water?"

[tag Danny-boy]