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"Shock to me?" Jim had to laugh. "Oh dear, I consider myself delivering enough problems for the good people to resolve, or would you prefer them to remain dumb?"
"In actuality," he replied, "yes, I'd prefer that." He smiled. "Balance, ey?"
Jim nodded. “I see,” he said. “Consulting after all.” He chewed his gum and crossed his arms and rocked on his toes.
"Continue."
"I restore the balance to this world," he explained matter-of-factly. "That's sort of what I do best." He licked his lips, before he continued. "Now, this might be a bit of a shock to you, but you're very disruptive. Can't have that. Sorry."
“Irish,” Jim corrected, hands buried in his pockets.
"I’m not going to shoot you, because I don’t have a gun. My sniper does, though, so you might want to be careful." He crossed his arms and stepped a little closer. "What is your problem?"
"Oh, that'd explain it," Sands replied. "I thought you might've swallowed something you shouldn't have."
Of course this guy had a sniper. These types usually did. Not that anyone could really compare with Jim Moriarty. That was precisely the problem.
"Look, I like you. It's nothing personal, but my problem happens to be you..."
"No, I don’t," Jim looked the blind man over, noting the attire, the mannerisms… "You don’t need to see me to know you should be running.”
"That is true," Sands replied and he grimaced a moment, as if he thought it was rather humorous that he wasn't standing down. "But you're not going to shoot me anyway. I haven't done anything, and you're British."
"I'm sure you look very scary, but hey, do you see me running, because I certainly don't?"
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"I'm not listening."
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"Don’t fucking panic? You’re going to —ho!" he had to swerve away from the car in front of them to make sure they didn’t hit it, after which cars honked. "Leave the driving up to me," he spoke firmly, shoving the car back into the fourth gear, before knocking it down to three, as he made his way through the streets to get to the motorway.
Finally he sped up and up as they got onto the motorway. “Happy now?” he asked. “And don’t fucking do that again or I’m driving you to the petrol station and you can make your own bloody way around,” he spoke, looking at the other shortly, before looking in his rearview mirror. “Was the pick up van white, by any chance…?”
He sat back in the seat, glad they were finally speeding up without the other making a hassle out of it. Thus far he was still outrunning them, but any moment now --
"Wouldn't know," he replied nonchalantly, though a bitter tone audible. He hated it when that happened. "Just get away from it. They'll probably aim for the driver first. Only natural."
He was about to make a remark that driving these streets quickly was a little difficult with so much traffic, and that conversation was therefore required, if that wasn’t too complicated for the other, when his company suddenly leaned over and stepped on the gas. “Are you crazy?!” he exclaimed, taking his hand off the gear stick and shoving his elbow into the other. The car was revving, trying to climb up in speed without being put up in a higher gear. “We are going to have an accident if you don’t take your fucking foot off the gas right now, you moron!” he shouted, trying to get the other away while attempting to stay in control of the car.
Yes. Yes, he was.
"Oh, don't panic," Sands replied, like the other was making a pathetic scene out of the tiniest problem. Admittedly the shove had hurt, though not because it was particularly firm. It was just unfortunately aimed. Still, nothing to whine about. His hand moved to the gear stick, finding it after clumsily feeling in thin air for a short moment. He changed the gear. "Get onto the highway."
Liam started the car and pulled into the street. “Right,” he spoke, before looking at the other shortly. “So who exactly am I driving around? And don’t tell me it’s none of my business, because I just stole a car for you that I will return, by the way, so you better make sure that I can,” he spoke, even though it was clear this guy was dangerous. He didn’t care, so was Liam and this was fun, he wasn’t going to get a little danger stop him from going on a little adventure.
He looked around to see if he could see said pick up van, but there was no sight of it yet. “What are you running from?”
"I don't care whose business you think it is, kid," Sands replied harshly. "I'm not asking you any questions, am I? Less talking, more driving," he continued, making a vague motion towards the street ahead. Frankly, he had no idea where he was going to go. He'd probably end up in another hotel for a while, threaten some people, get his way, go to far, then run away again to repeat the same story somewhere else.
"Can you go any slower?! -- Fuck it, I'll do it myself." He shifted then, his foot moving towards the other side of the car and finding the gas pedal, which he pressed down firmly, causing the tires to make a horrible noise in protest, before the car started to speed up, quickly.
Well, that failed miserably. “Fine,” he replied in response to the weapon, looking around shortly at the street and the cars parked along the side of it, trying to spot someone who was going to get to their car. He wasn’t experienced in breaking into cars, so he was hardly going to manage that without alerting everyone around him.
"Give me your keys," he spoke, looking at the woman across from him. He smiled shortly. "It’s alright. Give me your car." A few seconds he had them and got into the car. "Where to, then?" he asked, overly curious to find out where this was going to head.
He hadn't expected it to be this easy and for a moment he thought he probably should find someone else to do the job for him. Someone less capable, preferably. But he'd got this one now, so he might as well get to it. He'd dump him first chance, obviously.
"Just drive," he replied, a hint of anger in his voice that the question even needed to be asked. He didn't want to lose anymore time. "If you see a pickup somewhere, ignore it. Better still, drive the other way, fast, savvy?"
Liam couldn’t help being amused by the other’s orders and his eyes moved to where his hand clearly felt for a gun, or something to look like a gun to threaten him. Interesting. He’d never dealt with something like this before. Could he…? His eyes narrowed a little, looking the man over, before shutting his eyes and breathing in deeply. Well, this was a challenge and such a fun game to play.
"Are you sure?" he asked, attempting to confuse the man, although it was obvious his willpower was strong.
"Sure?" Sands repeated, voice calm and void of both threat or amusement. It sounded bored, if anything. "Do I seem sure?" he asked, taking the gun out, but not pointing it. Better not to make a scene so early on in the day.
Of course he wasn't sure. He hadn't been sure about anything for a couple of weeks now. But never mind that. He wanted to get out of this stinkhole of a town. "Do it, or I start target practice," he said with a smile.
"Yes, I do," he responded, reading the other’s motives. "Give me a reason why I should help you and I just might."
Great. A kid. "Why do I always get stuck with infants," he muttered in annoyance, while meanwhile he felt for the gun in his pocket. "You're going to walk to the car and you're going to help me steal it. Then you can drive it. License or not, kid."
Chicago! Sentence Memes:
1. “I was there the night you got arrested.”
2. “My sister is now unfortunately deceased.”
3. “A fact is still a fact.”
4. “C’mon Babe, why don’t we paint the town?”
5. “It wasn’t until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead.”
6. “I completely blacked out; I can’t remember a thing.”
7. “Keep your paws off my underwear.”
8. “Don’t you wanna take my picture?”
9. “Give ‘em the old razzle dazzle.”
10. “In this town, murder’s a form of entertainment.”
11. “You should learn how to put things behind you.”
12. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, a tap dance.”
13. “Yeah, I killed him and I would kill him again!”
14. “I simply cannot do it alone.”
15. “I mean, he made love to me like he was fixing a carburetor or something.”
16. “I’m gonna be a celebrity—that means somebody everyone knows.”
17. “Who says that murder’s not an art?”
"See a car somewhere around here?"
