[Water dripping off his heel with each and ever step, Chilton fled to the middle of the lot in a run. He didn't comment on the man in black's sudden dryness, although he shot enough of a venomous look to speak something smart. The sirens in the back of his mind and now rounding his ears, Chilton was quick in his calculation.
Small. Fast. Mundane.
A black Honda Civic, with same state license plates. Chilton pointed to it and then clenched his fist. The door locks popped open, the ignition started. The car backed out of its slot, turned, and ambled to meet its riders.
Chilton was lucky that the only camera was pointed directly at the outside ATM. That was only sheer luck.]
I'll drive.
[Heroics were never the problem. What Chilton had running through his mind were the new mathematics in betraying this man as soon as he humanly could.]
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Small. Fast. Mundane.
A black Honda Civic, with same state license plates. Chilton pointed to it and then clenched his fist. The door locks popped open, the ignition started. The car backed out of its slot, turned, and ambled to meet its riders.
Chilton was lucky that the only camera was pointed directly at the outside ATM. That was only sheer luck.]
I'll drive.
[Heroics were never the problem. What Chilton had running through his mind were the new mathematics in betraying this man as soon as he humanly could.]