He sees a burned one hundred dollar bill fall to the ground. So much for that sudden windfall. At least they didn't join it. He gets to his feet quickly, feeling glass cut into his soles. He looks up. The sniper is gone.
He looks back towards their hotel and notices something small and dark lying amongst the glass. He picks it up. Pieces fall into place, and he takes a quick glance back to make certain the Woman hadn't noticed before slipping the object into his pocket.
"The police would've been called," he says. "We need to keep moving."
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Date: 2012-08-15 03:04 am (UTC)He looks back towards their hotel and notices something small and dark lying amongst the glass. He picks it up. Pieces fall into place, and he takes a quick glance back to make certain the Woman hadn't noticed before slipping the object into his pocket.
"The police would've been called," he says. "We need to keep moving."