Zinda eyes the bag for a moment, the contents almost feather-light in her hand. Like lifting diamonds. She slips the pouch in her flight jacket's inside pocket, and then the two women are on the move once more, heading back up to their primary target.
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Date: 2005-10-22 11:44 pm (UTC)