Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2013 2:12:29 GMT -5
The following phone call was recorded and passed to the relevant departments within I.C.E - whilst EPPW.com has no further information pertaining to their investigation, we are able to post the recording. WARNING - this recording contains sensitive material and may not be appropriate for younger fans:
Emmaleigh Shae: If fer any reason things don’t go according to plan, that’s where ye can find some aide... If yer follow me meaning Brother. That there is a gathering point for like-minded people and I assure ye they will welcome yer with open arms in my absence...
The other end of the phone remains quiet for a moment, but there is a faint sound of sobbing and pained moaning that carries on the static.
Emmaleigh Shae: (Shouting away from the phone, but still able to be heard) I told ye to shut the fuck up, ye think god will help ye now? Yer own fuckin’ friend doesn’t want to save ye... He damned you to the hands of The Reckoning, so shut yer whinning mouth or i’ll cut yer tongue out for good measure!
Joe laughs slightly and you can hear the conversation has turned back to being between himself and Shae.
Steeltoe Joe: I appreciate your concern sister, but I don’t need protection...
Emmaleigh laughs slightly, not the usual cold laugh, but that special almost warm one she reserves just for him.
Emmaleigh Shae: They aren’t there for protection, they will provide yer with the means to destroy that heathen should he fail to see the light and return himself to me... One way or another we shall have the retribtution me family so sorely deserves.
Steeltoe Joe: Now that sounds like something I can enjoy.... Do you think he will do it? Find the divine light and return himself for judgement?
Emmaleigh Shae: A think the little gift of his good friends finger yer left for him in his office might just convince him we aren’t playing around... Next week, by one means or another, this will be over with. He will return to the lords place of reckoning and then.... The Retribution shall be upon them all....
As she finishes her sentence, screaming begins again and there is a metallic clanking sound, like something heavy being dropped from a height, Emmaleigh is heard to curse in Gaelic.
Emmaleigh Shae: (Away from the phone, still heard faintly) Ye got blood on me fuckin’ phone... Maybe we should send Ortega yer tongue after all yer feckin’ eejit!
Steeltoe Joe: I shall let you get back to the lord’s good work my sister, god be with you.
Emmaleigh Shae: Aye, and with you as well my brother.
Emmaleigh Shae: If fer any reason things don’t go according to plan, that’s where ye can find some aide... If yer follow me meaning Brother. That there is a gathering point for like-minded people and I assure ye they will welcome yer with open arms in my absence...
The other end of the phone remains quiet for a moment, but there is a faint sound of sobbing and pained moaning that carries on the static.
Emmaleigh Shae: (Shouting away from the phone, but still able to be heard) I told ye to shut the fuck up, ye think god will help ye now? Yer own fuckin’ friend doesn’t want to save ye... He damned you to the hands of The Reckoning, so shut yer whinning mouth or i’ll cut yer tongue out for good measure!
Joe laughs slightly and you can hear the conversation has turned back to being between himself and Shae.
Steeltoe Joe: I appreciate your concern sister, but I don’t need protection...
Emmaleigh laughs slightly, not the usual cold laugh, but that special almost warm one she reserves just for him.
Emmaleigh Shae: They aren’t there for protection, they will provide yer with the means to destroy that heathen should he fail to see the light and return himself to me... One way or another we shall have the retribtution me family so sorely deserves.
Steeltoe Joe: Now that sounds like something I can enjoy.... Do you think he will do it? Find the divine light and return himself for judgement?
Emmaleigh Shae: A think the little gift of his good friends finger yer left for him in his office might just convince him we aren’t playing around... Next week, by one means or another, this will be over with. He will return to the lords place of reckoning and then.... The Retribution shall be upon them all....
As she finishes her sentence, screaming begins again and there is a metallic clanking sound, like something heavy being dropped from a height, Emmaleigh is heard to curse in Gaelic.
Emmaleigh Shae: (Away from the phone, still heard faintly) Ye got blood on me fuckin’ phone... Maybe we should send Ortega yer tongue after all yer feckin’ eejit!
Steeltoe Joe: I shall let you get back to the lord’s good work my sister, god be with you.
Emmaleigh Shae: Aye, and with you as well my brother.
