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[oom] Three O'Clock In The Morning
Jun. 22nd, 2009 02:25 pmFiona slips from between the sheets and drifts into the kitchen. She takes a clean glass from the rack and takes a glass of water straight from the tap, drinking it all down in one go. Too much tequila makes her feel like shit, and she'd like to avoid that.
She draws another glass and stands at the window, looking out over the dark Scottish landscape, drinking it slowly.
She's got the one job lined up with the Cubans on hold, and then there's Michael's little problem. She goes down the list in her head again. And again, there is no good reason not to put a bullet in Carla's chest. No good reason at all.
She draws another glass and stands at the window, looking out over the dark Scottish landscape, drinking it slowly.
She's got the one job lined up with the Cubans on hold, and then there's Michael's little problem. She goes down the list in her head again. And again, there is no good reason not to put a bullet in Carla's chest. No good reason at all.
