James glanced back at the dog once he was sat in the passengers seat, rather anxiously pulling his sleeve down to completely cover his arm. It really was a risk to get into a strangers car. Sure, he could protect himself without any problem... But he didn't know what his current situation was; who was looking for him? How were they planning on finding him? He couldn't bring himself to trust anyone... Not when he was at such a risk. He was responsible for various assassinations. They had told him so much after the last wipe, told him exactly who they wanted him to be. There were probably various world forces out to arrest him, and anyone could have been one of them. The most obvious feature, his arm, would more than likely be the one that gave him away. "Kind of." He mumbled, straightening in his seat. He was already regretting his decision to get in the car, and they weren't even moving yet.
July 10th, 2014 at 01:59am