Application of interest - Bill Thomson

[Friday]

*[Bill Thomson comes into his room and picks a pen and paper]
*[BIll Thomson walks to his desk]
*[Bill Thomson extends his right hand and writes]

Letter head:
Subject: Application of intrest - Bill thomson

Address:
La Famiglia Assassini Pagati
1 Blueberry Ave.
Blueberry
Los Santos
LS52 3BZ

Letter body:
Greetings,
I am BIll Thomson,a 32 year old guy,recently moved in San Andreas.I heard about pagati for the first time in Ls main bank,I thought it's a special force.I did some research,asked people and came to knew it's a family.I am interested in joining it.Here's my story,I was born in liberty city.I went to liberty high and completed my studies there,graduated p.h.d in electrical engineering.I found a great job.One day my parents were on a flight from Liberty city to Las Venturas.Unfortunately,the plane crashed in mount chiliad due to bad weather.I was so heart broken,resigned from job,got drug addicted.Joined allies,Killed ministers and people for money.Atlast i got caught by cops.I got released after 7 years and now I am here in los santos.I have killed Tenpenny for money,I live in a small hut in dillimore.I hope for positive reply,Take care.

Sincerely,
Bill Thomson

*[Bill Thomson folds the paper and puts it in an envelope]
*[the car keys are hanging on key hanger]*
*[Bill Thomson grabs the keys from key hanger]
*[Bill Thomson starts the car and goes to G.P.O office]
*[Bill Thomson posts the letter]

[Robin]

*Robin Smit drives towards the main gate early in the morning, stops his bike and gets off it*
*Robin Smit searches take his key chain out of his pocket and searches for the Mailbox key*
*Robin Smit opens the Mailbox as he finds new mail*
*Robin Smit grabs the new mail, gets back onto his bike and parks behind the headquarters*
*Robin Smit goes upstairs, greets a bypassing Soldier and sits down on the couch*
*Robin Smit searches the mail and opens the Application of Interest he noticed*
*Robin Smit finishes reading and starts to type out a reply letter*
"Wait, where's the return address?" he said as he sighs and closes the laptop.
*Robin Smit takes the letter and carefully folds into a paper plane*
"Not this time pal..." Robin Smit whispers under his breath
*Robin Smit throws the paper plane into the dust bin*

((No return address, so we cannot send a letter back, re-apply in a week if you wish to do so))