The van had slowed down, and I tried desperately to steady myself, to get my breath under control, to reduce the shaking of my hands. But there was not a single muscle on my body that was not aching to struggle, to do anything,--anything--but to sit there and wait to be discovered.
The staff leader looked distincted, but she reached out to lean even more out the window, and the expression in her mouth was already that of a scowl of discontent. She evidently did not like having her routine messed up, she did not like being asked questions or made to wait when she had time schedules to meet and vendors to deal with.
"Is there a problem?" She asked Marco, much like a sharp and business-like question, as though it was of a subordinate and no longer one of the most dangerous men of Dante.
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