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Snippet from Dreu: (unedited WIP) Set-up: Agent Raven Cravey has been ordered to meet with "The Ghost" and convince the man to work with the F.B.I. Their location meet has been usurped by a sudden change of plans, when Raven gets a phone call as he waits at the original meet location. He's just ran over a mile to meet Dreu at the Windella Boat Tours dock. He's just got on the boat and can't find his prey.
"Fuck. I missed him..."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that, mon chéri."
The husky French accent sent more than apprehension down his spine. Against the front placket of his slacks, his dick stirred. Traitorous bastard falls for an accent every time. He moved to turn and face his query, only to be stopped by the prod of steal against his spine.
"Non, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Monsieur Agent Man. Eyes straight ahead...unless you want a hole in your fancy suit - or one of the surrounding passengers. With this gun, one never knows what will happen. Hair trigger you see."
"Good to know." He stood very still, his gaze scanning the passengers around them. Even if he could grab the gun from Dreu, the chances of it going off were to great.
"I'd like to kindly ask all of you take your seats, as we will be departing shortly." The tour guide announced over the handheld mike that connected the boat's speaker system.
Raven remained standing as the tourists began to find their seats - leery of any sudden moves that might cause Dreu to shoot.
"Well, you heard the man. Sit."