Nearly fifty years old since it's last remodeling, this dilapidated wooden bridge is the original link between the east and west sides of the city, and has been replaced in recent years by a newer bridge about two miles downriver. Although cars are no longer allowed to cross here, it is a favorite hangout for the population’s youth. Gangs and other shady characters tend to frequent the area at night, and the lack of street lamps across the expanse of the structure adds to the danger during the dark hours.
*Hello me... It's me again*
Posted on April 7, 2009 at 12:10:33 PM by Benjamin Linus
There was no look of concern or apprehension over what would happen if somehow the man got away, but under it all, Benjamin did feel a certain urgency nipping at him, and it had everything to do with Aralyn. He understood how easily Michael could target the girl again if he understood just how deeply it would affect him and Conan, and that he simply couldn't let happen. No, Michael would not be getting away scott free a second time. "Mr. Caryle's as good as gone, as far as I'm concerned." Speaking that on his confidence in the issue, and showing none of the concern and care that Summer and Collin would to Conan's condition, Benjamin ended the conversation by rolling up his window and driving off.
(yah, poor conan XD alrighty, i suppose i'll have ben back at his house next)
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