'How much longer, Henri? This better not be on the other side of Cuidad Bolivar. I've got shit to do tonight.'
Whether or not he means Fiona, that's the way Henri will take it.
'Nearly there, Ramon.'
The slums are huge here. Some of them, in the future, will almost be respectable places to live and have schools and shops and water and electricity running through them. In 1979? Not so much. No one has even thought about trying to clean up this place. It's a slum out there and looks it.
Ten mintues later, they arrive. Ramon gives her leg a squeeze and pushes Hector out of the way to exit. The kid stays behind, woken from his doze, and stares freely at Fiona with a look on his face that is divided between envy, contempt and lust. Ramon is meeting with a man outside a house - a man who is holding up another man to stop him falling (a broken leg will do that to you) and nodding towards a shack a little way down the road.
He waves his guys out of their car and starts towards it, pulling a gun from the back of his jeans. The street is pretty quiet for such a rough area and there is no sign of a second vehicle behind the one that should be there.
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Date: 2010-03-02 10:54 pm (UTC)Hell no.
'How much longer, Henri? This better not be on the other side of Cuidad Bolivar. I've got shit to do tonight.'
Whether or not he means Fiona, that's the way Henri will take it.
'Nearly there, Ramon.'
The slums are huge here. Some of them, in the future, will almost be respectable places to live and have schools and shops and water and electricity running through them. In 1979? Not so much. No one has even thought about trying to clean up this place. It's a slum out there and looks it.
Ten mintues later, they arrive. Ramon gives her leg a squeeze and pushes Hector out of the way to exit. The kid stays behind, woken from his doze, and stares freely at Fiona with a look on his face that is divided between envy, contempt and lust. Ramon is meeting with a man outside a house - a man who is holding up another man to stop him falling (a broken leg will do that to you) and nodding towards a shack a little way down the road.
He waves his guys out of their car and starts towards it, pulling a gun from the back of his jeans. The street is pretty quiet for such a rough area and there is no sign of a second vehicle behind the one that should be there.