#Shamus Lemonile Grutch in Candor City

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This is a story about Lemonile, An ex criminal who escaped multiple prisons only to escape undetected and hide amongst the public in CANDOR CITY As the Weeks go by, he runs dry with the money and is sitting on the street with a detectives old scanner and 100 Crows…

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The Blondie Ritualist

On the same day 10 hours, Lemonile wanders the streets of Candor City, the vast announcement of The ad STARCH KOLA and the people passing by, he walks into a nearby Diner, bumping Into an enforcer, the Enforcer blurts “What’s wrong with you, Watch where your going!”

Lemonile could only apoligise, as the enforcer walks out…out of the corner of his eye he spots a radio scanner, picking it up he hides it walking to the booth and ordering a burger with a KOLA…he sits wondering how he would turn his life around…

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When all of a sudden, the scanner starts chanting words seemingly morse “91-3C at 001 Labset-“ cutting out till it could finish the sentence, Lemonile taps on the radio…dosent work or turn on, but figures he knows the Place “Labset Apartment”, he decides to continue forth towards there to see the mystery

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19:09 001 LABSET APARTMENT

Walking past the yellow tapes, lemoniles notices a dead black person near a phone desk, broken stool resting underneath his head…Lemonile backs up, feeling a sudden urge of despair yet uneasy breaths…seeing people pass the window giving the impression of “who’s in there”, Lemonile rushes to close the curtains and blinds…as the room darkens, the smell rises…

Turning on a nearby lamp, seeing the dead body once more, a bullet hole in the chest catches Lemonile’s attention, he bends down to move the arm seeing the chest wound…feeling that the body was a bit warm but not as cool as a broken AC unit, he determined that the guy died no longer than two hours…

Seeing a note nearby saying “FOR THE UNCLE, FOR THE RED GUMS” Lemonile already had a stroke of anger knowing the group was a bunch of fanatics that worships money and the economic power, knowing there’s a fingerprint, Lemonile takes out that scanner gun as it beeps showing a list as “FINGERPRINT B”

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Scanning elsewhere revealed a wallet under a cabinet, taking it out and seeing the same face of the dead black guy “Jermaine Bosch”, he sees a work ID for “Laboratory Assessments” as Lemonile determines that’s where he works…but no it wouldn’t be that easy…