The phone in the booth rang, and O-Ren automatically squared her shoulders as the attendant paused to answer it. As he agreed pleasantly with whoever was on the line, she watched his hands. Watched the tickets print.
His hands disappeared below the counter.
O-Ren's shot out and snatched the tickets, and she was sure she could hear the safety click off behind the booth. The train whistled shrilly, and she didn't look over at Arya. She didn't need to look. "Try not to kill any civilians," she said.
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Date: 2009-08-30 11:59 pm (UTC)His hands disappeared below the counter.
O-Ren's shot out and snatched the tickets, and she was sure she could hear the safety click off behind the booth. The train whistled shrilly, and she didn't look over at Arya. She didn't need to look. "Try not to kill any civilians," she said.