03-20-2015, 03:37 PM
Some time later, Dane peeled off the gloves and stripped of his self-made tarp, careful to not smear any of their mess on the good clothes beneath. He unrolled the sleeves of a loose linen shirt as he emerged into sunlight, and frowned at the little wrinkles in the cloth. The air in that garage had been stifling, and he felt a line of sweat trail downward from his hairline. He looked forward to a cool shower. Or perhaps a dip in a swimming pool. Yes, that would do.
A pair of Damien's goons waved him to a car, and once within, he relished the blow of air conditioning on his face. The first of the henchmen was a man of about thirty-five years old, who chugged on a bottle of water. Dane fixed him with a glare. "I'll take one."
He demanded. The goon shrugged, screwed on the cap, and tossed the bottle to Dane, who let it hit the seat beside him. "Disgusting ape."
The remainder of the drive was tense. Dane stared, unflinchingly, at the ape, who flopped open his jacket to show off the pistol underneath. Like a pistol would save him.
When he was shown to Damien, this grevience needed to be addressed. "Your men have no manners,"
he snarled, patience thin.
A pair of Damien's goons waved him to a car, and once within, he relished the blow of air conditioning on his face. The first of the henchmen was a man of about thirty-five years old, who chugged on a bottle of water. Dane fixed him with a glare. "I'll take one."
He demanded. The goon shrugged, screwed on the cap, and tossed the bottle to Dane, who let it hit the seat beside him. "Disgusting ape."
The remainder of the drive was tense. Dane stared, unflinchingly, at the ape, who flopped open his jacket to show off the pistol underneath. Like a pistol would save him.
When he was shown to Damien, this grevience needed to be addressed. "Your men have no manners,"
he snarled, patience thin.