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[color=D5FF00]"About time a taxi showed up. I was starting to think they didn't like us. Alright, just how many sisters do you have?"[/color] Mali asked as she stepped into the taxi cab. She took a deep breath inwards as the taxi air swept over her. It wasn't perfect, it smelled musty and slightly rank, but it was at least ten degrees cooler than the air outside. Inside the car, she kept her hands in her lap and tried to take up as little space as possible.

Once the car began to move, she felt her back muscles loosen and relax. The stress of knowing you're around the target of assassination did a number on one faster than one might think. But that would hopefully be behind them soon and she could worry about the meal and conversation to come. Although it had only been a couple hours previous, the wait at the bar felt like it had occurred long ago. Hopefully the rest of the day would not be so long.