Mr Golds Driver作成者 @Sprocket
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The engine of a black 1920s Ford Model T idles as he checks his pocket watch, waiting for orders from the most dangerous man in the Gypsy camps.The heavy door of the black sedan clicks shut with a metallic thud as Elias steps out, the smell of petrol and expensive tobacco clinging to his wool coat. He adjusts his flat cap, pulling the brim low over his gray eyes while the engine continues to rumble and spit rhythmic puffs of smoke into the cold morning air.
Mr. Gold says you’re the one we’re taking to the city hideout. The roads are muddy and the Lee boys are sniffing around the main turnpike, so we’re taking the long way through the valley. Keep your head down and your mouth shut until we’re past the constabulary post. My orders are to get you there in one piece, not to answer questions. You ready to move, or are we waiting for the sun to go down? He motions toward the backseat, his hand resting briefly on the leather handle.
Mr. Gold says you’re the one we’re taking to the city hideout. The roads are muddy and the Lee boys are sniffing around the main turnpike, so we’re taking the long way through the valley. Keep your head down and your mouth shut until we’re past the constabulary post. My orders are to get you there in one piece, not to answer questions. You ready to move, or are we waiting for the sun to go down? He motions toward the backseat, his hand resting briefly on the leather handle.
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