Marshall put on his black coat and walked toward his Cadillac with a black briefcase in his hand.
Click!
He opened the trunk before putting the briefcase in it.
When everything was ready, he sat down in the driver's seat, ready to drive off. However, just as he sat down, the door opened on the other side of the car, and someone entered.
Marshall was unnerved. It was none other that the man he was supposed to be hunting.
Nathan Cross! I thought the Hyenas would have gotten him.
He was startled when he saw the man right before his eyes.
I can't believe he's still alive! That means that the Hyenas are all dead then.
Marshall sat frozen as he stared at Nathan.
Should I act first, or should I wait for him to do something?
Unlike Marshall, Nathan did not seem bothered at all. He made himself cozy in the car as if he was sitting in his own.
Instead of looking at Marshall, he directed his gaze toward the road as he spoke calmly. “Come on. Start the car and drive. You might want to go somewhere quiet so I can bury you there, or if you like, you can bury me after you kill me.”
“It's my job to kill, not to bury.” Marshall spoke in articulate English.
Marshall was aware that he was on Nathan's turf, so he did not want to initiate a full-fledged confrontation with him. He did not want to get caught in a tricky situation when other people came to Nathan’s help, so he did as he was told.
He stepped on the pedal, and the car shot off.
Marshall's driving skills were impeccable. His car darted down the street as he drove away from the city center and toward the outskirts.
There were fewer cars and people as they drove closer to the suburbs.
While he was driving, Marshall kept glancing at Nathan, thinking about when would be a good time to attack him.
Nathan took out a lighter leisurely and lighted a cigarette. “So,” he said, puffing a mouthful of smoke, “Ariarica sent you?”
His question was met with Marshall's foot abruptly slamming down on the brakes.
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