| Goes A Long Way |
[16 May 2008|12:04am] |
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Joseph meandered along the Las Vegas sidewalk, head tilted to one side as he looked at the pair of cuffs he’d managed to steal off one of the hapless agents. Those boys hadn’t been kidding judging by the locking mechanism
He sniffed, wiped away a trace of crimson red, and then opened up a lighter to light a cigarette. The smoke escaped him and Joseph paused, taking one last look at the cuffs, before they were promptly trashed.
The guy hadn’t even gotten as far as Rhiannon, the cuff hadn’t even gone around Joseph’s wrist before Joseph had head butted him thus enabling his escape. He tipped his head at his fingers and noticed they were already beginning to bruise, he’d have to wrap them when they got home because he was sure one was broken.
He glanced over his shoulder as a cold breeze seemed to creep under his collar and a shiver worked the length of his spine. Joseph hunched up and stepped off to the right, disappearing into shadow, all except for the muted glow of his still burning cigarette.
Maybe he wasn’t being followed but it never hurt to be careful, especially after the night he’d had. There was something to be said for being paranoid, a hell of a lot, actually. Joseph waited until that bad feeling in the pit of his stomach had passed and continued on his way, letting Vegas swallow him.
It had a way of doing that, if you let it.
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