soft.
Of the dozing people only two seemed to hear them. The moustached man put a giant father hen hand out flat as if it were on a drum. The hand signed out the game plan.
"Stuck in there?" Two sets of eyes behind a desk top as a spit shield asked of the man behind the even more giant bars.
"Is Ted in there?" One asked after answering a flip phone.
The man's hands raised to his face and subtley pulled at the moustache. It didn't come off. His voice boomed and was self-reflective at the same time. "I can't say I need your help."
"Then don't," a speed dial (i)no(i).
"Yeah, we haven't seen anything."
"Have a good night." Together the pair backed down the hallway.
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