rath circles the area, turning up the cab's cb.
rath holds his gun cocked beneath his coat. his other hand grips the door handle.
rath studies bain. there is a thin line of blood down his temple. bain is oblivious to it and pulls out his gameboy, resuming his game of tetris.
rath stares out the window, watching the surrounding traffic, the limo still in sight.
rath speaks perfect spanish.