Snippet #1873330

Étaín didn’t have to be told that the visa was a fake. She knew them well herself, though she preferred cash over the plastic. It was getting so easy to track people now; one reason she was always paranoid. Shaking her head, she glanced from man to man and then to Vanessa. There was a rambling of old Gaelic in her head, and the woman realized that the annoying voice in her mind was back. She wanted to groan. But instead she listened and kept herself from nodding at the words.
Something was very off here. Very off.

“I think we should go. At least I am.” She responded as she stood up. She took a few steps away before glancing back. Noticing the light movement of clothes she walked back over and bent down on the balls of her feet, brows furrowed in confusion. “Is he breathing? Or am I crazy?” It wouldn’t be the first time.

The red haired woman was pretty sure it was her imagination that no longer wished to see death that was inventing the fact that he was still alive. “Vanessa, we need to go now.” The warning sensors in her brain were going off.

They had two dead men; well one they both thought was dead. They could have been the only ones here, but somewhere somehow she doubted all of it. Standing back up, she glanced up the cliff where they would have fallen and swore she saw another figure. “He’s dead. Let’s go.” She stated her voice the most firm and commanding it had been since not calming a bride down. They didn’t need to end up dead too.