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Daniel raises his head. Now he's really hallucinating, because there's no way he just got called 'gringo' in the middle of some drafty-ass black site somewhere in Chechnya.
Though it looks like he's not exactly in Kansas anymore.
All he knows about the brand is that his wrist burns like hell; later he'll see it and know it's a Cyrillic letter sha, the first letter in the word shpion. Spy.
He shakes his head at the question, unsure, and immediately realizes that was a bad choice when the world spins around him. Dehydration and drugs will do that to you.
"Dunno. Prob'ly," he mutters, trying to keep from throwing up. His luck's never been good enough that his captors would have just buggered off somewhere. They're probably lying in wait.
His stomach lurches again when he realizes it's probably a trap and he's the bait.
"Don't let Jake come for me," he says, looking back up with effort. "'s a trap. Make him leave me here. Not worth it."
"I don't know any Jake, but I'll keep an eye out for you. You know where we are?"
This sure didn't look like Johannesburg, or Los Angeles. Or anywhere in South Africa or America for that matter. He bends over and scoops up Daniel under the arm and tries to help him up.
"Absolutely no fucking idea," Daniel says, letting this guy pick him up. "I was in Russia, but I guess we aren't there, or in Kansas anymore. The hell are you from, anyway?"
"No kidding? You don't sound South African." He slipped into a mimic of a South African accent for the last two words, so 'African' came out more like 'Efrican'. "I'd have thought you were from LA or something."
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"I don't see any lawyers around, gringo. Looks like someone fucked you up, they still around?"
I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I NEARLY SHOUTED WHEN I SAW THIS TAG
Though it looks like he's not exactly in Kansas anymore.
All he knows about the brand is that his wrist burns like hell; later he'll see it and know it's a Cyrillic letter sha, the first letter in the word shpion. Spy.
He shakes his head at the question, unsure, and immediately realizes that was a bad choice when the world spins around him. Dehydration and drugs will do that to you.
"Dunno. Prob'ly," he mutters, trying to keep from throwing up. His luck's never been good enough that his captors would have just buggered off somewhere. They're probably lying in wait.
His stomach lurches again when he realizes it's probably a trap and he's the bait.
"Don't let Jake come for me," he says, looking back up with effort. "'s a trap. Make him leave me here. Not worth it."
GOOD :)
This sure didn't look like Johannesburg, or Los Angeles. Or anywhere in South Africa or America for that matter. He bends over and scoops up Daniel under the arm and tries to help him up.
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"Uh, most recently, Johannesburg."
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