http://dontthinkabout.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dontthinkabout.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] dontthinkabout 2010-11-04 08:25 am (UTC)

"No, you're not." He let out a frustrated sigh. He should have known the risks before letting Ariadne come with him to Buenos Aires. They were basically in the backyard of a previous client who he failed to make happy. He should have known, but he thought he was being cautious enough so that no one would know he was in the country.

"Previous client," he answered simply. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you into this. I—" He shook his head, multiple trains of thoughts going through his brain.

He was about to say something else, but just then the SUV rear ended the cab. "Fuck," Arthur hissed under his breath, he finally took out his gun and pointed it out the driver's temple. "Sal del coche." The driver stepped on the brakes, opened the door and dashed outside. Arthur climbed into the driver's seat and stepped on the gas pedal. The car sped forward as Arthur weaved through cars.

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