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He nodded, heading into the crowds.
"Hm," she murmured. "Alright.."
He rolled his eyes playfully and nodded. "Yeah, let's try that."
"To embarrass me."
He looked around thoughtfully. "I have to find the target. His name is James Deirow."
She squinted. "You're just saying that."
He sighed, smiling slightly. "Fair enough." The indoors was just as impressive as the outdoors. It was like a ballroom, people talking and...
She flushed, looking over at him. "What? No I didn't."
He grinned, starting towards the house. "And you didn't want to go at first."
She stood up as well, stretching. "I can't believe I slept the whole way."
The car stopped, and he stepped out, offering his arm to her.
She pursed her lips. "..This is the place.."
"Yeah," he said, looking back at her. "Ready?"
"No. I just chose not to comment," she said stubbornly.
He chuckled, looking out as they approached a large house. "Makes sense."
She squinted at him before sitting up completely. "It's a bit away from the station."
He laughed. "Busy sipping wine."
She sat up, rubbing an eye. "Are we there?"
"Then just look busy, or something."
The train trip last a few hours, as she had said. Nearing the end, the landscape became rural, endless fields surrounding them, with the...
