OOC: Yeah, that was pretty yeah, that was that was pretty bad was pretty bad pretty bad. Yeah, that was pretty bad.
Fisher turned at the sound of gunshots, and saw a car peeling into traffic. Hm. No matter to him (as he didn't care to see who was in it, and even if he did, they weren't who he was after). He also knew that the one they called Drakko was in the vicinity, but again, it wasn't important ... so he disregarded the info.
And when Pseok had noted him, Fisher knew instantly. For now he would ignore Pseok, unless he made himself known.
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Art drove the car expertly, unlike the way he handled the plane. The traffic itself was a menace, but Art was always in complete control of the car.
Dave, on the other hand, didn't think so. "Art! Slow the hell down!"
Art laughed. "No, we're making good time, and I'm in control."
Dave grunted. "Being in fast cars in traffic this heavy makes me nervous."
Art pulled a face, checked the cars around him, and slowed. "Happy?"
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