A fluttering drove of oak leaves scurried across the road and twirled into the air like a squadron of WWI biplanes training for a dog fight. The wind was unusually brisk, even for dawn, and Sue sucked on her cigarette like a starving infant as she waited for her ride. She began to shiver as her heart rate returned to normal, which she considered a cue to begin plotting her escape.
The cuffs dug into her wrists and ankles and both arms were wrapped with biceps and forearms of two large gentlemen. They towered over her on either side. It it kind of reminded her of prom, although this performance was much more authentic. She stayed on task. Minutes earlier she had caught the eye of the guard on her left before she was identified. It hadn't the intended result, but probably saved a bruise or two and left her precious smoke between her lips. The latter she appreciated. Not much for conversation. All three knew the score.
They knew where she was going and probably considered it something of a last meal. She was accustomed to the underestimation; although she never counted on it. The armored car whispered in the distance, breaking the silence. The familiar shiver crept up her spine as it often did pending a challenge. A felon lives for this, but not the slightest crack of a smile appeared. She was less concerned with the next couple moments than those following. Boredom did not suit her.
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