[Ever concise, Arthur. Dom leans forward to tell the cab driver their eventual destination, then settles in for the ride. It'll take about twenty minutes, especially with the roundabout trip, but Dom's already starting to enjoy the quiet monotony.
They pull up in front of a cafe, walking distance from the warehouse.]
[Dom's ordering a coffee, a sandwich and a mille-feuille for Arthur, which they'll take with them on the fly. Ordinarily she'd sit and talk things over with Arthur, have a nice chat, but there's more work to be done at the warehouse. Also, she's a bit antsy over their brush with Mysterious Tail. Good to keep moving.]
[Coffee: the nectar of the gods. And the overworked.] I'd like to double-check what we have on our current mark. Try and get his associates' information. The usual.
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They pull up in front of a cafe, walking distance from the warehouse.]
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What do you feel like?
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