Snippet #1493774

"Where are we going again?" Osvaldo asked as he leaned back in his chair, looking out of the corner of his eye at the hitman who drove the car. "And why did you send Isha there first?" He crossed his arms over his chest, as Reborn pulled up into an intersection, stopping the car under a red light. He frowned, falling silent when Reborn didn't answer. The red haired seventeen year old stared almost grumpily out the window. He had been up since four in the morning - courtesy of the man that now sat next to him.

Oz glanced out of the corner of his eye, and knew then that it was only a matter of moments before Reborn pulled Leon out and began shooting the cars in front of them because they were moving too slow.

He almost reached out to calm the hitman down, but then the light turned green. Oz jerked as Reborn pressed his foot down on the petal, moving them forward with the traffic. Finally arriving at the correct terminal, Oz briefly felt as though he would be sick - Reborn's driving was horrendous, but he was never going to voice that out loud.

The ever silent hitman walked past Oz, almost seeming to ignore the red haired male as Oz fixed his braid. He followed Reborn into the airport, before he spotted his good friend Isha.

"Isha!" he called out, waving.