"Merde", Amit spat and threw his cigar on the floor. He was outh to turn it off, but the heavy rain that soaked his coat already have done the job for him.
He was waiting for Aerlem to show up, and the cold started to shiver his bones. When he finally showed up, Amit tried to take a sucker punch to his side, however Aerlem gracefully dodged. "Heeeeey" he said, in quite the insulted manner. "I thought we were going to cooperate here!". "4 hours, you son of a whale! 4 bloody hours I've waited for you." Aerlem shrugged "Traffic man, traffic."
The two gentlemen went on the streets of California. There was anther one, defiled and dead. Amit crouched near here it and picked the orange powder that was scattered at the scene. Aerlem glanced carefully "Cardamine?". Amit shook his head in disapproval "Worse." Aerlem knew his answer, and yet still waited for him to say it in sheer hope his mindset is wrong "Curry."
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