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by Jack on Sat Jan 14, 2006 2:47 pm
Arriving early by car, he travelled back into the city after a long journey. He drove with one hand on the wheel, and his right arm propping him up against the driver's side window. With the car on cruise control he let it drift into the second lane.
He rested his right hand palm on the dash board and ransacked his waist coat, pulling out a small black object. Sliding his thumb into the gap he flicked it open, holding it against his face. He slowed the car down as the traffic lights blocked the three lone cars from the stretch of road ahead.
"Dr. Farson..? Ik keer aan de stad, ongeveer twee uren vanaf u terug."
There was a mutter from the recieving end of the phone, quiet but speaking in a heavy and thick accent
"Vertel hem dat Zechs Marquise riep"
Pulling away from the cellphone he threw it in the back seat of the car. With the lights changing- he accellerated into the fast lane and down the endless road
"Is than an unfair advantage?"
"Yes"
"But im worth it ;D"
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