Dialogue Color: #990000
Location: Cafe
Sweat dripped from Toby's forehead. The backside of his hand met with the liquid and he wiped it away. He knew his work day was just beginning. He parked the stolen car he had right outside of a cafe in the city. He had a shipment for the owner. Toby walked around to the back of the mustang and popped the trunk. A large brown box was laying right inside. The contents were a mystery to Toby. The only information he was given was that he had to smuggle it into the country from Canada. A short run in with the cops didn't bother him. He kept on moving. He took a hold of the box and carried it into the cafe. As he was walking past a crowd of people who seemed insane, Toby saw someone. Someone he knew was famous. He knew she had a lot of time. Toby checked his wrist and saw what life he had remaining: One day, two hours, and five minutes to go. Toby struggled to even get that. He knew the shipment he was carrying would give him maybe a few more hours. He made his way to the back room where he met with the owner. Without any exchange of words the man took the box and transferred over twelve hours to Toby. His eyes widened in amazement. Toby thought that shipment must have been important. He turned and as he was leaving he stopped by the table Bianca Salazar sat at. He interrupted her peace and quiet "Hey... are you Bianca Salazar?" He leaned over the table and shot a glance at her wrist.