Tom's face was dark as he went up to the old man, giving nothing away except anger and resentment, making it very clear that they weren't afraid.
"Yang's an old friend," Tom said, holding out a hand until the man grudgingly dropped a key into it. "Tell him we're here and maybe we'll forget that you forgot your manners."
Tom dismissed the guards easily enough, eyes sliding over them like they weren't there, gaze lingering momentarily on the dealer, just enough to let the man know that he'd been sighted and cataloged and that it would a bad thing if he ever found himself at their mercy, and waved Neil and Mike ahead of him down the narrow foot path that ran between the train tracks and the wall of the tunnel. Car after car were stalled on the tracks, lights and sounds drifting from the windows as they passed. Children crying, women moaning, men's voiced pitched like a fever dream...
And the walked down into the dark, single file, and the daylight faded behind them.
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"Yang's an old friend," Tom said, holding out a hand until the man grudgingly dropped a key into it. "Tell him we're here and maybe we'll forget that you forgot your manners."
Tom dismissed the guards easily enough, eyes sliding over them like they weren't there, gaze lingering momentarily on the dealer, just enough to let the man know that he'd been sighted and cataloged and that it would a bad thing if he ever found himself at their mercy, and waved Neil and Mike ahead of him down the narrow foot path that ran between the train tracks and the wall of the tunnel. Car after car were stalled on the tracks, lights and sounds drifting from the windows as they passed. Children crying, women moaning, men's voiced pitched like a fever dream...
And the walked down into the dark, single file, and the daylight faded behind them.