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How much longer do you need?

[Also a good sign. Dom slides into the back of the cab, tucking the Beretta into the waistband of her slacks so as not to alarm the cabbie. She peers out of the opposite window. Nothing but the passing traffic.]

Looks like we're clear.

We'll take a long route, just in case. [She glances over to Arthur, somewhat amused at their luck. Or their lifestyle in general. Always keeps you on your toes, this job.]

Mm.

[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.]

What do you feel like?

Coffee. [And a lot of it. Possibly some food. Food's good.]

When did you last eat?

[... Yesterday? Bad Dom, no brownie points.] This morning. Would you like anything? I'm buying.

A pastry sounds good.

[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.]

Plans for the day?

[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.

Right.

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