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..thinking about his fist meeting he stopoed his gray ford outside ortese gate, it was one of the vintage kind  very expensive, the gate was closed , he could not see the guard  in his cabin on the other side , lowering his window he stretched out to press the  call box button , a camera lense was visible right above it, a few seconds later a voice was heard ,  who is there

I am bob  morison  from.  County  fire and rescue  to check on you  if you are following the safety rules

Hmm

Irritably bob repeated his  statement  hoping the camera clearly caught his irritated expression , he did not want to show his fire and rescue  shield  lest he was taken for a police man, it certainly would be a bad idea  specially when you stand at the gates of a drug peddler