The arab is here.
Where here?
Upper East side, nothing lavish.
How do you know?
I did a quick search.
And the implications will reach on out into the evermore, forever more.
We should have concentrated more on the Lake, it's all a big muddly kind of chaotic brain scribble.
The Lake was over priced.
It also came down to the arab, I did my own due dilligence.
You did?
Yeah.. Panama and all that shit. Toxic.
Yeah.. Kriptonite.
Unless you want being held captive in a hotel and tortured.
Not really.
I was going to say I still have the taste of Five Guy's in my mouth, but it doesn't translate well.
No it doesn't. Nothing you say comes over well. I never knew anyone so impolitically correct.
You have no filter.
I drank some urine accidentally, I wonder what the sanskrit scripts would have to say about that? It was for a sample, but I drank some and tipped the rest away.
I would have done the same.
The black haired woman, who I had totally forgotton about, well she gathered up my computer equipment and took it all away, apparently I had not kept my side of the agreement, whatever that was, I can't remember. I was confused so I didn't argue. Anyhow I had another computer in the back, so now I have more space.
Did you see the grey man?
My old friend from the 70's gave me a roll of money, he told me to get him a bottle of single malt to give to the old man, but I bought a gin and tonic instead and decided not to go back.
Yeah, that would be best thing to do in the circumstances.
Let's get back, it's getting cold. I don't like my hair when it get's cold, it starts to make me look like my father.
I like your father.
Shall we get waffles?
There are no waffles left in the entire city.
Fuck it. Let's get a Martini.
What about the Arab?
I don't like that arab. The DNA doesn't sit right with me, the watermark is just not there. The isolation, I mean like your mother is either alive - or she is just dead. There is nothing in the middle.
Yes there is. In the middle is when you have no access to your memory banks, when your brain gets tired, when it shuts down, shuts out all the bad stuff. Your brain deletes it's hard drive. That is what is in the middle.
But look at you, you are immaculate, no signs of a struggle.
Ahh there may be neatness and no signs of force or injury, but I am dead.
No, no. There's still signs of life in you.
Now together on the desolate, dimly lit streets of New York City, her heart raced with trepidation as she pondered this mysterious Frenchman. How did he simply just find her? In the middle of nowhere? The coincidences were mounting by the minute. How could she agree to this madness? Why was he in Paris that night? Why did he say he thought she was German? Absolutely nothing added up, yet here she was. Holding his hand as he led her through the dark cold streets.
He stopped abruptly and turned to face her. His piercing gaze bore into her soul, sending shivers down her spine as she realized he was not just a mere stranger but someone connected to the dangerous underworld. His suave demeanor and subtle charm masked a sinister agenda, one that threatened to engulf her in a web of deception and danger. As their paths had crossed in the dead of night, she found herself drawn into a dark and twisted game, where trust was a luxury she could not afford. The Frenchman's association with DZMF, an infamous Arabic criminal syndicate known for their ruthless tactics and merciless approach to achieving their goals, cast a shadow of fear over her every move. In this heart-pounding moment of suspense and uncertainty, she knew that escaping unscathed from this encounter would be nothing short of a miracle. She was in the middle of something from which there was no escape.
As he stared deeply into her eyes, she felt a rush of conflicting emotions wash over her. The glistening pale grey eyes peered into her soul, leaving her both fascinated and frightened by the intensity of their gaze. The tension between them crackled in the air, creating a surreal atmosphere that seemed to distort reality itself. Despite the chaos within her, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards this enigmatic stranger. It was as if they were both falling into depths unknown, losing themselves in each other's presence. Everything around them faded into oblivion, leaving no sense in anything except for the magnetic force drawing them together. In that moment, she knew that she was standing on the precipice of something extraordinary and terrifying all at once.
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