Post by YourPosionousDestruction on Jun 12, 2012 22:12:37 GMT -6
[The shot is of Matt Hawk seen walking down a well lit corridor in what appears to be a swanky Washington DC Restaurant. He pauses for a second as a young woman in a short black dress passes by and he caulks his head back to get a good look at the lady's ass.]
[Just as Matt resumes making his way down the hallway, and almost unregistered beep is heard. Matt pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and looks at the screen.]
Hawk : I have a voice mail? This thing didn't even ring! Must be the shitty reception in this place!
[Matt presses a couple times down on the screen and the voice mail plays on speakerphone. For a few seconds it is nothing but heavy breathing, and then the messenger speaks; It clearly notable that it is Cyanide's distraught voice. The camera zooms in on the cellphone.]