Pbartender
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"A shame it'll kill the tourist season this year, though."
"Mr. Slate, Global Tours, Inc." He introduces himself the thrid time. "I believe that's everybody. Let's get going, eh? Mr. Green is waiting."
Mr. Slate leads the way to the airport's pick-up lanes, where a black car is waiting by the curb. It is a curious vehicle, bearing a resemblance to practically every mid-sized sedan or sport car in production. Yet, at the same time, it cannot definitively be ascribed to any specific manufactured make or model.
Slate tosses his traveling duffel into the trunk of the car on top of a couple cases, and then settles himself into the driver seat where he waits for the others.
"Mr. Slate, Global Tours, Inc." He introduces himself the thrid time. "I believe that's everybody. Let's get going, eh? Mr. Green is waiting."
Mr. Slate leads the way to the airport's pick-up lanes, where a black car is waiting by the curb. It is a curious vehicle, bearing a resemblance to practically every mid-sized sedan or sport car in production. Yet, at the same time, it cannot definitively be ascribed to any specific manufactured make or model.
Slate tosses his traveling duffel into the trunk of the car on top of a couple cases, and then settles himself into the driver seat where he waits for the others.
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